Chapter 73 The Real Prairie People Are Coming
Chapter 73 The Real Prairie People Are Coming
The desolate horn sounded, and the thunder of horse hooves could be heard again in the parade ground.
dong dong dong-
Endless life!
Everyone present focused their attention, their eyes gleaming with anticipation.
Compared with the Tatar tribe, many people are more optimistic about the Naiman tribe.
Because Arsleng was younger, his battle with the royal cavalry was well known to everyone, and he was the most courageous warrior of the Naiman tribe.
His many titles make him well-known to many adults.
The scene that happened before their eyes did not disappoint the adults present.
The battle array showed an orderly march.
The horses' hooves pounded on the ground in an orderly manner.
It was like a blow to everyone's chest, adding a sense of depression for no reason.
Soon, amid everyone's frown,
The soldiers under Arsleng's command quickly divided into five teams.
Just like that, it spread out in all directions! Each team of soldiers had at least ten people.
The soldiers led by Arisleng did not move at all.
Facing the Royal Court cavalry charging from the opposite side, there are more people.
"We are outnumbered, and we still need to divide our forces?"
There were already adults who were puzzled, their eyes were sharp, and they never looked away for a moment.
When the two battle formations were getting closer and closer,
Many people held their breath, their palms were covered with sweat, and their faces were filled with anticipation!
Slowly, the brows of the people present began to frown.
The dozen riders led by Arisleng suddenly slowed down.
The four cavalry teams around him suddenly increased their speed.
Just like the blood splattering from an exploded skull, it quickly flew from all directions and enveloped the royal court soldiers.
Their figures were like sharp swords, quickly appearing around the cavalry and piercing into the enemy formation without hesitation.
The Arisleng troops in the front also accelerated sharply at this moment.
To everyone's shock, the five teams arrived at the royal court's soldiers' location at the same time, as if they had telepathic communication!
"kill!"
Explosive shouts of killing suddenly rang out, attacking the royal soldiers from all directions.
There was a trace of panic in their eyes, and even the horses under them showed a hint of hesitation.
Taking advantage of this gap, the royal court cavalry were pierced by five feather arrows!
The Royal Court Cavalry, marching at high speed, looked at the long swords slashing at them from all directions.
I felt panic for no reason and tried to resist.
Da da da.
The sound of long swords clashing was endless, and soon the speed of the Royal Court Cavalry slowed down!
The huge and bloated cavalry regiment suddenly stretched out five tentacles!
It was the cavalry led by Arisleng that charged past.
They did not stop, but used the momentum to cleverly turn their horses' heads and launched another charge from five directions.
However, the scene before their eyes made many people in the royal court's eyes light up.
Compared with the Tatars, the Naiman cavalry was more ferocious.
But the casualties caused were far less than that. Even after one charge, not even one soldier of the royal court fell off his horse.
This gave rise to a fantasy in many people's minds.
Maybe we can win the first game by outnumbering the weak.
But Wu Fuliu, who was standing aside to rest, narrowed his eyes, keenly aware that something was wrong.
Once this kind of battle formation coordination is used, they will be interconnected, and there is no way that the royal court cavalry can remain intact.
Slowly, Wu Fuliu showed a thoughtful look, in his eyes,
The speed of the Royal Court Cavalry was getting slower and slower.
Some of the soldiers looked in pain and kept touching their bodies and thighs.
The grin on his face looked as if he was in unbearable pain.
He didn't know the reason for this scene yet, so he could only hold his breath and continue watching.
Under the leadership of Arisleng, the Naiman cavalry charged several times, and it was still as smooth as before.
It was as if five feather arrows pierced through the Royal Court cavalry, but still no one of them fell.
Until this time, more and more people noticed something was wrong and frowned slightly.
Even if they don't understand cavalry battle formations,
But we also know that being able to move around so recklessly and being defeated at the first blow is even more frightening.
This cycle repeats itself, and the Naiman cavalry is like teasing a ball of wool.
The king's soldiers were moved left and right, but they never broke up.
Slowly, the soldiers' groans began to spread.
A sharp light flashed across Wu Fuliu's eyes, and he saw it clearly!
Only four of the five armies would block the incoming long swords when charging.
The soldiers led by Liu Heiying attacked silently.
But not with the blade, but with the blade surface!
Each time, it hit the Northern Yuan soldiers accurately.
Whether it's the thighs or the waist, never miss any opportunity.
Wu Fuliu didn't know the purpose of doing this.
But seeing the relaxed look of the Naiman tribe and the faint smile on their lips,
Wu Fuliu knew that the fate of these Northern Yuan soldiers would not be good.
The training ground became somewhat quiet, and the only sounds that could be heard were the clash of knife handles and the "snap" sounds hidden in the darkness.
The people of Beiyuan had doubts in their eyes, confusion in their brows, and a hint of anger.
The cavalry of the royal court were like monkeys, being whipped back and forth by five long whips, and they couldn't even put up an effective resistance!
They tried their best to defend the front, but could not take care of the rear. They protected the left side, but the right side was exposed.
Amid the strange looks around me, I slowly
The soldiers of the royal court gradually formed a tight circle, with their backs to each other.
Holding a long knife, he looked around vigilantly.
The physical pain would make them look hideous from time to time, making it difficult for them to concentrate.
Seeing this scene, many adults relaxed their brows and whispered to their friends beside them:
"This Arisleng has some sense and didn't embarrass us like Borshu did."
"Yes, we have been fighting for a quarter of an hour and no one has fallen off the horse, which can be considered as saving some face."
This idea quickly spread, and Tianbao Nu even had a glimmer of hope.
It is certainly a loss, but the loss was not too ugly.
Dibaonu showed admiration in his eyes and nodded continuously, feeling pleased with Arsleng's general understanding.
At the same time, his resentment about Bolshu's defection to Tianbao Slave was much less.
Compared with the majority of the Tatars, the royal court obviously prefers small tribes like the Naiman.
Taking a deep breath, Dibaonu took a step forward and waved his hand gently.
The horn finally sounded, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
The soldiers of the royal court on the parade ground could no longer suppress the pain in their bodies.
Howling in pain made many people look grim.
Tianbaonu snorted coldly, waved his hand quickly, and ordered his men to take him away.
The defeat was honorable, but the fear shown by these soldiers was very embarrassing.
How could there be such wailing on a battlefield?
Lu Yunyi sat on his warhorse, watching the soldiers leave the training ground calmly, and asked with his head tilted:
"how?"
Liu Heiying showed excitement on his face and raised the long sword in his hand. There were several clearly visible cracks on it, spreading like the veins of leaves.
"Don't worry, Brother Yun'er,
It’s a pity that this wooden sword is not strong and I can’t use my full strength.
I just don’t know how many people will die.”
Lu Yunyi smiled, raised his head and glanced at Tian Baonu, with a sneer on his face:
"See how this Taiji treats his soldiers.
If they receive medical treatment immediately, few people will die, but if they delay... that may not be the case."
The soldiers' wailing gradually disappeared from the parade ground.
His grinning look made everyone feel embarrassed, and they kept looking at Tian Baonu with dissatisfaction and ridicule in their eyes.
Tian Baonu was furious when he saw this. His previous happiness disappeared and he shouted to the soldier beside him:
"Let those losers run around the camp. I want to see how losers they are!"
The person next to him hesitated and said:
"Taiji, they are the elite soldiers of the lords. It would be wrong for us to punish them."
"Elite soldiers?" Tian Baonu sneered, his face full of sarcasm:
"Elite soldiers? Are they worthy of being called elite soldiers?
The battle was fought with wooden swords but the people were in mourning. What if long swords were used?
I'm afraid he'll run away if he gets hurt!
From now on they are no longer soldiers of the royal court, let them raise horses and farm the land!! "
Seeing Tianbao Nu was furious, the man couldn't help but shrink his neck and whispered:
"Yes"
After doing all this, Tianbao Nu breathed rapidly and it took him a long time to calm down.
Then he looked at the arrogant Borshu who was still sitting on his warhorse and asked:
"General Borshu, are you confident that you can defeat Arisleng?"
Wu Fuliu put away the arrogance on his face and turned serious:
"Taiji, please rest assured. If you can't defeat Arsleng, how can you defeat the Ming people?"
Tian Baonu felt that the haze in his heart was swept away in an instant, and a smile appeared on his face:
"Then everything depends on General Borshu."
Borshu nodded slightly and led the soldiers to the training ground.
More than one of the adults present put away their laziness, replaced it with a serious look, and slowly straightened up.
Usar Khan gently put down the teacup, held the princess's hand tenderly, and said with a smile:
"Who do you think will win?"
The Princess of Beiyuan had a calm face and a faint smile:
"Khan, I believe Arsleng will win."
"Oh? There are less than sixty people in his tribe." Usar Khan laughed again.
"He seemed calm and at ease when facing the Royal Court cavalry, more relaxed than Bolshu."
Princess Beiyuan smiled gently, with confidence in her eyes.
Usar Khan looked puzzled and nodded slightly:
"Then let's see. Arsleng is a man of broad-mindedness."
On the training ground, Liu Heiying and his men changed their wooden swords.
Looking at the more than a hundred soldiers opposite, his face was filled with anticipation.
Although they had performed martial arts in the camp in the past,
But that was all for the purpose of implementing battle formations, and they could only carry out specific charges, with many constraints.
But now, I didn’t expect that I would have the opportunity to fight against each other in the Northern Yuan Dynasty court, which is thousands of miles away.
Lu Yunyi took in the expressions of his subordinates, raised his eyebrows slightly, and gave an order:
“Don’t hold back, but be careful at the last moment and let them win by a narrow margin.”
Liu Heiying smiled and picked up the long sword: "Don't worry, Brother Yun'er, we know what to do."
As soon as he finished speaking, the faces of the soldiers on the field gradually became solemn.
Their palms continued to increase their strength, tightly gripping their respective long swords.
It was not until the exciting horn sounded again that the horses began to paw at the ground restlessly.
Surprisingly, even though the martial arts performance had already begun, the two sides did not immediately charge forward as they had done before.
Instead, they just stood there and looked at each other.
This scene made many people present solemn.
Some generals who were well versed in military affairs straightened their bodies, with anticipation flashing in their eyes.
This situation shows that both sides are evenly matched and neither is sure of winning.
Usar Khan stood up directly.
He came to the half-open military tent and squinted his eyes to look in the direction of the training ground.
Although the two armies before us have different numbers of people,
But the momentum they displayed was comparable.
They all revealed the composure that came from experiencing battle, and their eyes were full of calmness.
I couldn't even detect any emotional fluctuations.
Time passes little by little,
Finally, the horses of both sides began to move at the same time, and a little dust was raised.
The warhorse gradually accelerated, like an arrow shot from a bow.
Rushed out without hesitation,
The dust rising all around became thicker and thicker, eventually completely covering the lower half of the cavalry formation in a hazy haze.
This momentum was many times stronger than before.
Both sides seemed to have let go of the shackles and rushed towards each other without hesitation!
Three hundred feet. Two hundred feet. One hundred feet. Even at fifty feet, the speed of both sides did not decrease.
On the contrary, because of squeezing the horse's belly, the warhorse's momentum became faster, which was completely different from the leisurely one in the previous competition!
Many adults who have never experienced cavalry battles,
Witnessing this scene, I couldn't help but feel my heart beating faster and my breathing became rapid.
At this speed, it doesn't even slow down?
In comparison, the previous two matches were like children playing.
The distance of fifty feet passed in the blink of an eye, and the two cavalry units collided with each other without hesitation.
The raised dust gathered on the training ground, shrouding their figures like a dream.
There is no cavalry tactics like before.
There is only the simplest charge, straight forward, straight forward.
The cavalrymen fought each other, and the sounds of long swords colliding and breaking rang out in an instant and faded away in an instant!
The two sides crossed each other, and in the brief moment of contact,
Many soldiers were already panting, and their hands holding their long swords were shaking slightly.
Wu Fuliu licked his lips and felt his right hand go numb.
He then put the long sword in his left hand and held the reins firmly with his right hand.
He controlled his warhorse to make a big circle on the parade ground and launched another charge without hesitation!
The same is true for Lu Yunyi on the opposite side!
This scene made many soldiers open their eyes wide and become suspicious for a moment.
Princess Beiyuan witnessed this scene, a hint of surprise flashed in her eyes, and she asked:
"Khan, compared to the previous fight between the Tatars and the Naiman, it seems to be much simpler. There is no cavalry tactics."
Usar Khan stood there with his back to her, shook his head slowly, and said in a muffled voice:
"No, this is the real battle formation.
The previous tactics were nothing more than the strong showing mercy to the weak, allowing them to lose less miserably.
If they charged at the royal court soldiers like this, they might not even get close to them.
The soldiers were already terrified and collapsed without even fighting."
He stared at the training ground with burning eyes, his eyes filled with longing. He didn't know how many years ago,
The cavalry of the royal court is more valiant than this,
The charge of more than ten thousand people was overwhelming and almost drowned the world.
It’s a pity that now we can only watch the bravery of foreigners here.
On the parade ground, the Naiman and Tatar tribes had already launched their third charge.
The soldiers who were wounded or whose swords were broken in the previous two charges walked silently to one side and waited there quietly.
If they were on a real battlefield, they would have been dead by now.
The third charge was still a simple collision.
Although not as gorgeous as the previous tactics,
But it made the people present excited and they wished they could be one of them!
Gradually, many people saw the clues and sighed slightly.
There are still too few people in the Naiman tribe.
After three charges, although each time caused greater casualties and the long sword broke,
However, the reduction in its own personnel made its army look gradually thinner.
In the battle, Lu Yunyi remained calm and held the long sword tightly in his hand.
On the other hand, Liu Heiying, who was standing at the side, panted slightly and cursed with a low voice:
"This Wu Fuliu is really good. He has become much stronger after getting married. It seems that he got some meat."
Lu Yunyi glanced at it lightly, then looked at the long sword full of cracks, and smiled helplessly.
The wooden sword was completely unable to withstand his tremendous force and became useless after just a few charges.
Liu Heiying obviously also noticed this, twisted his long knife and cursed:
"This Beiyuan Royal Court didn't know how to oil the wooden sword, it's so fragile!"
Lu Yunyi pursed his lips and smiled. It was obvious that Bei Yuan did not maintain the long sword he practiced with because of financial difficulties.
"Alright, three full-force attacks should be enough to open the eyes of these grassland people. Let's finish this quickly."
Liu Heiying showed regret on his face, nodded helplessly, and looked at the long sword:
"The next time we chop it, it should break into pieces, and that will be a good time to end it."
Lu Yunyi gently pulled the reins and said with a smile:
"Then let's charge again and open the eyes of these Yuan people."
Less than ten breaths later, the warhorse that had just stopped started again.
Resolutely knocking on the ground, the soldier lowered his body with sharp eyes!
Lu Yunyi narrowed his eyes and rushed into the battle formation, the long sword in his hand as fast as lightning.
Ding, ding, ding, three soft sounds.
He easily blocked the three incoming long swords, chuckled and said to his familiar opponent:
"You still need to practice your skills!"
The others were not as relaxed as him. Even though they were equally brave, numbers were the key to victory.
Especially when Lu Yunyi did not take the initiative to attack,
A soldier often has to face several enemies.
It would be fine if he was a grassland man, but the person in front of him was not a weak grassland man at all, he was clearly from the "Tatar Tribe"!
This makes it difficult for them to cope and more difficult.
Especially since he was holding a wooden sword, he couldn't do anything even if he had to sacrifice his life.
This feeling makes them feel depressed.
Liu Heiying, in particular, was extremely cautious every time he swung his sword, fearing that the long sword in his hand would break.
Even so, in a battle with Wu Fuliu,
The long sword in Liu Heiying's hand was destroyed together with Wu Fuliu's long sword and broke into pieces.
The two of them looked at each other silently, and could see the smile in each other's eyes, and then they quickly passed each other and left.
At the end of the fourth charge, very few people from the Naiman tribe were injured, but there were only a few intact long swords left in their hands.
The Tatars still had more than thirty intact long swords.
At this point, the outcome has been decided.
Lu Yunyi examined the long sword in his hand and saw that it was still intact. In order to avoid causing criticism,
He placed the blade against his knees and twisted his wrist.
With a slight "click" sound, the connection between the handle and the blade broke in half, and could only barely remain connected.
This is how the war ended.
Tian Baonu smiled, and the Northern Yuan ministers around him looked at each other with serious expressions.
Usar Khan stood there quietly, without saying a word.
As for the landowner, there was some reluctance on his face.
Continuously sighing, he looked at Lu Yunyi and said:
"Arsleng, if you also have more than a hundred people, you will definitely win."
Lu Yunyi gently rolled off the horse and said in a low voice:
"Your Highness, the Khan hopes that the Tatars will win."
The slave suddenly raised his head, his face full of astonishment, doubt flashed across his eyes, and then quickly disappeared.
He then showed some excitement and nodded heavily:
"Arsleng, I understand, you did a good job!"
Lu Yunyi smiled lightly and raised his chin towards Usar Khan:
"Your Highness, please look."
Usar Khan's face showed joy, and his smile was more bold than ever.
Lu Yunyi spoke again meaningfully: "Arishleng's defeat this time was intentional by the Second Prince."
The slave blinked his eyes, suddenly realized something, and his breathing became a little faster. He nodded repeatedly:
"Arisleng, thank you very much."
"I have no way to repay the Second Prince for rescuing me." Lu Yunyi looked sincere.
As the soldiers gathered, the Princess of the Northern Yuan Dynasty also stood up and stood shoulder to shoulder with Usar Khan.
At this moment, several figures came hurriedly.
The place they went to was where Usar Khan, the prime minister and the grand tutor were, as well as the two princes.
A soldier soon appeared beside Di Baonu, with a serious look on his face, and said hurriedly:
"Second Prince, the outer scouts have discovered a group of several hundred Wala cavalrymen, who are on their way back!"
The earthkeeper's eyes narrowed and his brows furrowed!
When Lu Yunyi heard the news, surprise flashed in his eyes and he was shocked beyond words!
He looked silently at Wu Fuliu who was not far away. Although he could not see his eyes clearly, he could guess what he was thinking.
Why is it Wala?
(End of this chapter)