Daming: Brother, there is no future for monks, let's rebel

Chapter 167 Indian Duan Clan

If they encountered this kind of cavalry that was rushing, if they couldn't get together, they might not even be able to run away.

"Go and report to the army behind, saying that there are no strong enemies here, and you can cross the river as soon as possible."

After Yang Wudi arranged for someone to go back to report the letter, he decided to cruise outside the enemy's stronghold first.

It would be better if valuable goods could be found, otherwise, the black barbarians in the city would have to be prevented from going out for help.

However, although the enemy in the city did not go out to ask for help, Yang Wudi still waited for the enemy's reinforcements.

Several members who were cruising outside came to report in a hurry.

"General, a group of cavalry came from the west. There are about two or three hundred cavalry, and there are also a large group of infantry following them. They look quite serious!"

Upon hearing the news, Yang Wudi was suddenly surprised.

He didn't see someone breaking out of the besieged city to report, nor did he see any beacon fires rising. How did the enemy's reinforcements arrive?

It seems that these black Bengalis should not be underestimated!

"It seems that you can't take it lightly!"

Yang Wudi quickly cheered up and gathered all the people around.

If he hadn't fled in a hurry without even hitting him, Yang Wudi wouldn't have done such a courageous thing.

He has already thought about it, if the enemy is really hard to chew.

Then lead the troops to retreat back the same way, where he reserved some secret sentry ambushes, which should be able to stop the pursuers.

Soon, hundreds of cavalry appeared on the main road following a noisy neighing of men and horses not far away.

"They turned out to be some fine horses!"

When Yang Wudi and the others glanced from a distance, they were all attracted by the enemy's mount.

Those horses are slender and strong, just like Pegasus.

Not too far away, those black barbarian reinforcements also stopped.

At this time, bursts of cheers broke out in the originally silent city.

Obviously, after seeing the arrival of reinforcements, the previously frightened Bangladeshis regained their spirits.

It's just that this spirit has not overcome the fear just now, and no one came out of the city to form a pincer attack with the reinforcements.

"General, look!"

One of the generals pointed out, and Yang Wudi saw an unarmed cavalry running from the enemy formation.

Looking at the appearance, it should be some kind of message.

Both sides, who were ready to fight at any time, kept quiet in a tacit understanding.

When this Bengali man whose face was half covered by a beard came to him, Yang Wudi once again used Ang Bai from Pyu country as an interpreter.

The black-haired Bengali envoy babbled, with an arrogant expression on his face.

After he shut up, Ang Bai immediately relayed the story to Yang Wudi.

"This land is the land of the Delhi Sultanate, the prince of East Bengal, and the governor of Pagain. If you barbarians in the jungle, if you immediately throw away your weapons and dismount your horses and surrender, you will be allowed to serve as slaves for today's Atonement for the crime, in exchange for the merciful forgiveness of Lord Balmorodan!"

"Otherwise, the mighty warriors of Pycelle will crush your heads with their steeds!"

Yang Wudi frowned after hearing this unsound translation.

He didn't know what such things as the 'Delhi Sultanate', 'Maharaja of East Bengal' and 'Governor' were, but he could hear the arrogance in the words.

Some black barbarians like pigs and dogs dare to say such arrogant words.

Seeing that there were not many enemies, Yang Wudi decided to try it out first.

If you can get a bargain, that's the best.

If the enemy is too strong, then don't bother to fight and retreat immediately.

Anyway, the number of enemy cavalry is equal to his own, as long as the enemy is fooled, the chance of winning is not too small.

Yang Wudi thought for sure, and immediately put on a serious face.

"Where did the black barbarians come from? When they saw the Dali army, not only did they not surrender obediently, but they dared to speak wild words!"

"Come on, cut off the ears of this black-haired face, let him have a long memory!"

Following Yang Wudi's order, two swingers pushed the black-faced Bangladeshi to the ground.

'Cha! '

With the flash of two daggers unsheathed, the ears of this dark-haired Bengali fell to the ground.

'what! ! '

The Bengali envoy whose ears had been cut off wailed in pain.

"Let him go back and let him bring the letter. If those black barbarians don't surrender today, then after the war, each of their ears will be cut off!"

Yang Wudi decided to provoke the enemy first.

Looking at the bloody servant in front of him, Bamorodan felt the anger in his heart erupt like a volcano.

"These hateful savages, I will plant them all in the ground and crush their heads with elephants!"

"My warriors of Pycelle must wash away this shame with their blood today!"

With a wave of his right hand, he ordered the Pycell warriors behind him to prepare to attack.

Since the savages do not kneel down for his mercy, he will not begrudge his cruelty either.

"My master, the infantry just rushed over, should we let them rest for a while?" said a leader of the Pai Xier warriors.

Those poor infantrymen rushed all the way, and had just arrived at this time and had not yet recovered their strength.

"With so few barbarian cavalry, you don't have to wait for any infantry. You can directly lead them to charge, and only one round is enough!"

Bamorodan can't wait any longer.

He wished he could see those arrogant savages knocked down immediately.

"Follow my master!"

The leader of the Pai Xier warrior made sense when he thought about it.

These Pai Xier warriors have practiced martial arts from the bottom, and they must be able to catch a considerable number of barbarians.

"Everyone obeys!"

"Ready to attack with me!"

Following a few orders, about two hundred strong Pycell warriors were immediately ready to attack.

At the same time, Yang Wudi who was not far away had already seen the enemy's movements.

"Hehe, these black barbarians are quite imposing."

He saw that the enemy cavalry marched in a somewhat organized manner, not those bandits and bandits who would only swarm up.

"Fo Nu, take a team of people to greet you first, don't let them line up so calmly."

Yang Wudi ordered to his son Yang Fonu behind him.

"Yes, my lord!"

Yang Fonu accepted the order without hesitation.

Then he led a dozen cavalrymen and rushed up to meet the enemy.

At the beginning, the galloping horse rushed straight to the enemy's front, but as the distance approached, it suddenly swept towards the enemy's left flank.

The distance between the two sides quickly approached dozens of steps.

Yang Fonu shot the first arrow first, and the rest followed closely behind and shot two shots quickly.

"Whoosh!"

"what!!"

With the sound of the bowstring falling, there were a few miserable howls from the Bengalis on the opposite side.

The Bengali infantry, who almost only had a thick jute robe, had no possibility of resistance at all.

Yang Fonu led the cavalry and repeated this three times. When the Bengals tried to counterattack with bows and arrows, they had already run to the front again.

Seeing that the enemy's reaction was very slow, these pendulum cavalry, who were skilled in bow and horse, shot their feather arrows directly at the cavalry formation in front.

With just one pass, dozens of feathered arrows fell.

Ah scream.

Even if these Pai Xier warriors were protected by armor, there was no way to achieve protection without dead ends.

Soon two unlucky ones were shot, one of them was shot directly in the eye socket, and fell down dead on the spot.

"Where did these barbarians come from, they can be so proficient in riding and shooting!"

When Balmorodan saw more than a dozen 'barbarian' cavalry, he had already thrown his army into chaos, and his shock was beyond words.

In his impression, the barbarians of the Pyu country in the eastern jungle had very few cavalry at all. Even if there were some small horses, they were just pack horses like donkeys, and they didn't have any riding and shooting at all.

Looking at the skillful riding and shooting skills of these barbarians, Bamorodan thought of those Guishan people on the northwest grassland.

"There is no time to waste, start attacking immediately!"

Bamorodan urged to order the attack.

The Pai Xier warriors under him are not very good at riding and shooting. They are good at charging with spears and swords.

In just the blink of an eye, Bamorodan was already very angry at his own loss.

"Yes, my master!"

The subordinates in charge of leading the troops immediately put on a posture of rushing to kill immediately.

Seeing that the enemy in front of them was ready to charge, Yang Fonu and others had no intention of retreating at all.

Yang Fonu could already see that the black and white Bangladeshi cavalry in front of him were nothing more than a little bit better than wine bags and rice bags.

"There is no one who even rides and shoots. His martial arts on horseback must be nothing more than ordinary."

Yang Fonu led his subordinates to shout, ride and shoot from left to right, and soon, a lot of chaos was caused among the infantry on both sides.

Another call sounded, and at this time the Bengal cavalry finally began to urge the attack.

Seeing this, Yang Fonu didn't retreat directly, but turned directly to the left wing, wanting to continue shooting from the side.

A group of Pai Xier noble warriors finally couldn't stand it anymore, more than a dozen people broke away from the queue and rushed towards Yang Fonu and the others.

"court death!"

"Whoosh!"

Yang Funu sneered disdainfully, turned around and shot an arrow, and the first Pai Xier cavalry was hit by the arrow.

The painful steed went mad and overturned the owner on the horseback.

The left foot of the noble Pycelle warrior was entangled in a leather stirrup, and the galloping horse dragged him to the ground.

Amidst the mournful wailing, the life of this Pai Xier cavalry was probably hard to save.

Afterwards, these swinging Yi cavalry fired a few more quick shots, and the Pai Xier cavalry, who had just been enraged, all returned in defeat.

"Rush, rush, rush up!"

"Stamp these bloody savages!"

Bamo Luodan was anxiously urging again.

Their war drums were also blessed by Brahma, and they issued a rhythm that made the enemy terrified.

Balmoraldan looked forward, and those Pai Xier cavalry had all been thrown into the attack.

Yang Wudi, who had already seen everything in his eyes, had also fallen into deep thought at this time.

"These fools who have no chance of winning!"

"All rush to kill with me, and give the thief a final blow."

Yang Wudi had just discovered that these Bengali cavalry had nothing to do with cavalry.

Without the skill of riding and shooting, it probably means that you can't have the ability to manipulate long soldiers with both hands.

It is difficult to resist the cavalry who uses weapons with one hand on the back of a galloping horse with two-handed weapons.

Following Yang Wudi's order, two hundred Yi cavalry scattered and fought with the Bengali cavalry who charged up.

These swinging Yi cavalry are accustomed to riding and shooting, and they will charge when the opportunity is right.

The Bengali cavalry on the opposite side are all a group of nobles and lords. The biggest use of practicing martial arts on weekdays is to bully serfs and bandits.

However, serfs and bandits have no riding and shooting skills.

Even if their horses were better, it would be difficult to rush forward.

And with the sound of the bowstring, the Bengal warriors of Pychel began to fall.

"what!"

"what!"

Following the screams, the warriors of Pycelle, who had high morale, began to panic.

All they wanted was to speed up their horses and catch up with those hideous savages.

As long as they catch up with them, the noble warriors of Pycelle will take vengeance with the sword in their hands.

Because they believe that these barbarians who are proficient in riding and archery must be cowards who dare not fight in close combat.

"My Pycelle, speed up, you will catch up soon!"

Bamorodan, who was watching the battle from afar, became nervous, without the slightest mentality before the start.

Finally, in the anticipation of all the Bengalis, those hateful barbarians were finally timid. Facing the gradual approach of the Pai Xier warriors, the barbarian cavalry finally retreated hastily to the rear.

"Haha, these weak barbarians are really cowards."

Balmoraldan let out a long breath.

The non-contact confrontation just now was really ugly. If you can't force those barbarians back, it will really damage your dignity.

Thinking of this, he glanced at the battlefield ahead again.

There were at least a few dozen Pycell warriors who could no longer fight, either because they were shot and wounded or because their mounts were shot.

Seeing this, Bamorodan felt a strong pain in his heart.

It was a considerable loss for the noble and warlike warriors of Pycelle.

At the very least, the post-war reward will be a great loss for Bamorodan.

"Master, those barbarians have run away, why don't we go into the city." The fat black servant said with a smile.

Now they are surrounded by some ordinary serf soldiers, without the Pai Xier warriors around, it is indeed not as safe as entering the White Elephant City.

"Wait a little longer, I will wait until the Pycelles come back with the heads of those barbarians, and then go into the city!"

Bamorodan looked forward.

The warriors of Pycelle had gone a long way in pursuit of the barbarians.

According to Bamorodan's estimate... it won't be long before the warriors of Pythir will catch up with those barbarians, and then it will be a happy killing.

Thinking of this, Bamorodan was a little excited immediately.

With a light wave of his hand, he ordered to follow up.

Balmoraldan wanted to see Pycelle kill the barbarian up close.

The whole team moved forward quickly.

As the distance got closer, Bamorodan and the others could vaguely hear the fierce battle ahead.

The tragic roar, coupled with the high-pitched neighing of the horse, filled the entire battlefield with the taste of victory.

Bamorodan was in a good mood, and the warriors of Pycelle must be in high spirits to kill.

It must be so.

Otherwise, how could there be so many loud Bengali shouts.

Suddenly, with the sound of horseshoes coming from the front, Bamorodan saw more than a dozen Pai Xier warriors galloping towards him.

"Honorable master, I sent Xiers here to repay the victory." The fat steward next to him said.

Bamo Luodan didn't respond, and a servant's words were not worth responding to himself.

He was all smiles, ready to accept a noble victory.

However, as the distance of those few cavalrymen approached, Bamorodan saw from a distance that he did not seem to have the joy of victory as imagined.

Instead, there was endless panic on their faces.

"Defeated, defeated, the barbarians are coming!"

"There is an ambush ahead, run!"

These Pai Sil cavalry looked flustered, and they didn't know where to throw the spears in their hands, they just kept shouting.

"What, lost?"

"impossible!"

After Bamorodan heard it, he immediately thought it was a big joke.

How could the noble and valiant warriors of Pycelle be defeated by a band of barbarians?

(End of this chapter)