A large group of cavalry rushed into the Tour River. Although the Tour River was not deep, it was very wide, more than thirty meters long.
Many rivers on the grassland look like this, because they are the upper reaches of some rivers. They are very shallow, but relatively wide.
The river has crisscross branches.
Immediately afterwards, the horses under the cavalry were frightened, struggling desperately, jumping, and neighing. Then they screamed and fell into the water, throwing a large number of cavalry into the water.
The water on the river in the distance was boiling.
Although spring has begun to bloom in the mainland during this season, the temperature on the plateau is still very cold.
It was only about 4 or 5 degrees Celsius. The water in the river was so cold that it was chilly to the bones. Falling into the river was quite bearable.
Irgen and Alabayan stared blankly at the strange situation in the river.
How is this going.
Hou Shengwu looked at the cavalrymen who fell to the ground in the river and smiled wretchedly.
This is what he did wrong. He set up barbed wire section by section under the water. When the enemy crossed the river, the war horses were entangled in the legs of the spiral barrel-shaped barbed wire, and the iron thorns scratched the horse's legs to pieces. Naturally, the horses went crazy.
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However, once the barbed wire entangles an animal, the harder it struggles, the tighter it becomes.
Ilgen and Alabayan just watched as a large number of war horses overturned and drowned in the river. It was as if there was an invisible hand in the river.
Many knights could not fall down and got entangled in the barbed wire. The more they struggled, the tighter they became and they drowned in the river.
It caused great panic.
The knights retreated one after another, and those behind pushed forward, making a mess. This caused more people to fall off their horses.
An Sanxi and Huang San watched from the top of the mountain and laughed. The entire U-shaped river was crowded with people and horses who had been hung up.
"Whose idea was this?
I want to repay his merits to the master, hahaha, he is really talented."
Hou Shengwu said with a flattering look on his face: "This was an idea from a humble position. At that time, I had an idea and thought of hiding the roller wire mesh in the water so that they couldn't see it without paying attention. I didn't expect it to be successful."
"Hahaha, okay, I'll give you a credit first. When I give you the battle report, I'll write it down formally. Work hard. I like young people with ideas best." An Sanxi patted his shoulder and said.
"No! I will die for my master."
Yan Xiaoyi was wearing a military uniform and standing in the headquarters, watching all this in shock.
This is the first time she has faced war directly, and it is also the first time she has been on the battlefield.
The battlefield was completely different from her imagination. For the first time, she saw how arrows hit people and flesh and blood flew everywhere. She had just taken advantage of An Sanxi not paying attention and ran into the trench to carefully observe the battlefield next to Wang Hao.
She saw with her own eyes that a crossbow arrow with great recoil caused a Mongolian cavalryman wearing a leather robe to fly backwards from his horse and fall into the river.
The blood dyed the river red for an instant, then was washed away and became clear again.
I saw people and horses entangled in barbed wire in the river struggling in the current and drowning.
She was deeply shocked by the battlefield.
She was born as a refugee, and her family joined the master as a domestic slave and received fifty acres of paddy fields. Her parents farmed at home, and she and her younger brother both attended Xinghe Academy.
Because they joined the family early, their family now has a relatively high status in Yang Fan's system, and his father also serves as the head of the village.
She still has a childish look on her face. She is only fifteen years old this year. Most girls are married at this age, and some even have children.
However, she had just graduated from the crash course at Xinghe Academy.
After graduation, students can apply for a major for further study.
Yan Xiaoyi's academic performance is among the best. He could have gone to the Staff Section of the Military Aircraft Department. It is the dream of many people to work beside the master.
But Yan Xiaoyi told Mr. Yaoguang that she wanted to study journalism because she heard from her husband that he was preparing for the first newspaper in the Ming Dynasty, Xinghe Daily.
To this end, she also specially learned shorthand, sketching, and writing with Teacher Yaoguang, and looked for refugees from various places to learn dialects.
Then she took the initiative to volunteer and followed Huang San's human-powered propeller boat here as the first war reporter of the Yang Fan system.
She watched as the cavalry at the foot of the mountain retreated.
They rushed up in the rain of arrows and were trapped in the river, huddled together from front to back.
The arrows on the mountain were like locusts, and they were shot into a cloud of blood mist below the mountain.
The enemy was left with casualties and casualties, and was frightened by the barbed wire in the river, and then retreated.
The rain of arrows on the mountain didn't stop at all. The trench was only fifty meters away from the shore, and they were all within shooting range.
After the enemy retreated, both the cavalry squad and the tribal shooters were very experienced. If they did not shoot those trapped in the river, or those who lost their horses and ran back on foot, these people would not be able to escape.
Gu Lai's crossbow and Huli bow specifically picked out the fleeing cavalry and shot them in the back. The defeated soldiers were shot to death one after another.
Because the cavalry squad had scopes, they specifically picked out those who shouted loudly and shot them.
They know that those who restrain the troops must be officers or nobles. They are the high-value targets on the battlefield. They have learned these in the martial arts hall.
The maximum throw distance of the Huli Bow is 300 meters, and the maximum range of the crossbow is 400 meters. They did not stop until everyone ran out of the shooting range.
Those who are already dead are either lying on the grass or running along the river. Some clothes and furs are hung on the barbed wire and are floating on the river.
The cavalry team was okay. The crossbows were cocked and they were not tired. However, the tribal archers could not lift their arms. They were in urgent need of rest.
"All the strong men, women, and children of the tribe will go down, and no one will be left alive. No matter they are dead or alive, their heads will be cut off. The horses will also be fished out, and they will be cut up by the cooking team and made into floss. The offal will be stewed with spices. It will be a snack tonight.
." An Sanxi ordered. He has always been thrifty, and the food on the grassland is very precious.
Being able to use local materials, he was unwilling to waste his reserves.
Yan Xiaoyi quickly took out a small notebook and recorded quickly. She used the pencil given to her by Teacher Yaoguang to write quickly. Now she is very proficient in simplified Chinese characters and can record quickly and well.
The tribesmen happily ran down the mountain with their Mongolian knives.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! They almost worship their new face. People on the grasslands admire heroes the most. An Sanxi is unparalleled in riding and shooting. He is fair in dealing with things and makes everyone
Everyone is satisfied. No matter where you find such a Yan, everyone is willing to serve him.
Many wounded soldiers in the Tuer River and on both sides of the river are actually not dead, but they are so seriously injured in this season that there is basically no rescue value. In this era, injured prisoners can only be treated in this way. Ending their suffering is also a kind of
relief.
Yan Xiaoyi rushed down with a Mongolian woman and her two sons. The eldest sister is thirty years old this year, and her two sons are twelve years old and ten years old.
The mother and son all held spears with antelope horns and Mongolian knives on their belts.
A wounded soldier was crawling on the ground. He was hit by an arrow in the stomach, but he was still alive. The Mongolian woman rushed over and kicked him over, then stabbed him in the neck with a spear without any hesitation.
Her husband was killed by the Baiyin tribe, and she dealt with these wounded soldiers without mercy.
His eldest son Tule pulled out a Mongolian scimitar and chopped it down at the wounded soldier who was still screaming. His younger brother was pulling the wounded soldier's hair.
Thule was relatively thin and small. Due to malnutrition, they lived a very hard life under the oppression of the Baiyin tribe and did not have enough to eat. Until the new Nayan came, they slaughtered all the herdsmen and established a livestock team.
All property is jointly owned by the herdsmen, and life becomes better.
His sword was passed down to him by his dead father, and his thin body looked very disproportionate when holding the sword. But he insisted on hanging it on his belt. Only when the sword is hung can he be considered a man and a warrior.
After beheading him, his brother Batu tied his hair to his belt, followed his mother and brother, and ran to the next enemy.
Yan Xiaoyi came to the grassland this time and stayed at their house. The eldest sister and the two children treated her respectfully, knowing that she was Na Yan's friend and a distinguished guest.
She didn't expect that such a docile and hospitable person could have such a strong side. The contrast was really huge.
Seeing the blood dripping on the ground, she vomited for the first time.
I was vomiting so hard that I even vomited out the bile.
She almost turned around and ran away, but she stopped abruptly.
She remembered what the master once said when he came to give a lecture.
"No matter what kind of challenges you encounter in your future life, don't run away. Running away will not solve the problem. Moreover, once there is a second time, keep running away."
“It is human nature to choose the easy way”
"So, don't start it like this, face it with strength, your life will change from now on."
After she finished vomiting, she wiped her mouth and continued to follow with her weak legs. At this time, Little Batu was about to take five heads with him. Little Batu was covered in blood. When he saw
Sister Yan Xiaoyi followed, looking back happily and grinning.
Yan Xiaoyi smiled softly and touched little Batu's withered hair.
Just as she was about to leave, a hand suddenly grabbed her boot like a pincer. She turned around and saw a wounded soldier who was not dead crawled out from the pile of dead people and grabbed her boot with one hand.
Yan Xiaoyi screamed, then reflexively pulled out the double-barreled flintlock musket in the cowhide holster on his belt, and shot the wounded soldier in the head.
Seeing that head shattering and splashing like a rotten watermelon, Yan Xiaoyi almost fainted.
Little Batu quickly ran over, chopped off the claws of the boots of the sister who was like a fairy in his heart with a knife, and kicked him aside in disgust.
"Sister, are you okay?"
"It's okay, let's follow." Yan Xiaoyi touched his little head.
"Well, let's catch up quickly. Na Yan said that for every head, Na Yan will give our family ten kilograms of white rice or one kilogram of tea bricks. If it's too late, they will be taken away by others."
Yan Xiaoyi didn't care that the clean and shiny leather boots were stained with blood, and pulled little Batu and ran towards Sister Mongolia.
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