Outside Bansheng City, Li Shuheng and others were surrounded by Wo Lunkuo and his men.

"There is a small earth bag in front of you. Go through the two hillsides in front and go around the earth bag. The one who comes back first wins." Wo Lunkuo raised his hand and pointed to a soil slope in the distance.

It's about a few miles away. If you don't look carefully, you can't see the slope clearly.

Tan Zaiwang and Sai Naban from the Mongolian side stood in front of the crowd on horseback, riding side by side. Following the order, they galloped away towards the distant soil bag together.

Both of them are riding Mongolian ponies, and they have the same goal. If they want to win, they can only rely on the rider's own ability.

Riders must not be false in controlling the horse's galloping, turning, and horsemanship competition. If they are weak in any way, they may be distanced by their opponents.

As the two cavalry rushed out, Li Shuheng looked at Tan Zaiwang nervously, while not forgetting to pay attention to the Mongolian armored cavalry he was competing with.

The Mongolian armored knights beside Wo Lunkuo kept shouting loudly.

Some laughed at the Han people of the Ming Dynasty for not overestimating their own capabilities, while others cheered for their own people.

Wo Lunkuo, who was riding on horseback, had a confident expression on his face.

When competing with the Han people of the Ming Dynasty in equestrian skills, he did not think that his armored cavalry would lose. The Mongolians, who had grown up on horses since childhood, could not lose to the cavalry of a Han caravan.

Tan Zaiwang and Senaban immediately rode horses and galloped far away.

Two people and two horses move forward in parallel, with dozens of steps between them. No one can take advantage, no one suffers, and no one is left behind.

One of them was born in the night, and the other had been riding horses since he was a child. They were both experienced riders. Their bodies were tightly pressed between the horse's necks, and their thighs were pressed tightly against the horse's belly.

Both of them were riding in the same posture. They were galloping a mile away without missing half a horse's length. They were both holding each other tightly, and their horses were already at the fastest speed.

Seeing this situation, Li Shuheng breathed a sigh of relief.

Tan Zaiwang's riding skill was better than he thought, at least comparable to that of the Mongolian.

The surrounding Mongolian armored knights cheered, including those riding the Tiger Flag.

Whether it is the Mongolian armored cavalry or the cavalry of the Tiger Flag, they all do not hesitate to praise those who are capable.

Tan Zaiwang and Sai Naban crossed the first slope and finally pulled away, leading by a half-marathon.

At this time, Wo Lunkuo's face gradually became ugly.

In his mind, he never thought that the elite Mongolian armored cavalry under his command could not compete with the cavalry of a Ming merchant. They had just crossed a slope and were already lagging behind.

More than a dozen riders in the Tiger Flag cheered loudly for Tan Zaiwang, who was in the lead. Even Li Shuheng was visibly relieved.

I originally thought it was a losing competition, but unexpectedly I saw hope of winning the competition.

The Mongolian armored cavalry behind Wo Lunkuo were all no longer shouting, and all of them had ugly expressions on their faces.

The person who participated in the competition was Senaban, and he really lost to the cavalry of a Ming businessman. This was a humiliation for them, who were also Mongolian armored cavalry.

Of course, they didn't think they could win against the Ming countryman just by taking the field. Although Senaban's riding skills were not the strongest among them, they were still better than most people.

"Bow and arrow, that Mongolian used a bow and arrow."

Among the riders of the Tiger Flag, some were sharp-eyed and saw Senaban taking out his bow and arrow.

This scene was seen by Li Shuheng, who asked a rider who was good at speaking Mongolian to pass the message: "General Wo Lunkuo, since this is an equestrian competition, your people are using bows and arrows. Could it be that we, the people of the tiger-character flag, thought

Don’t you have any weapons?”

Behind him, a dozen riders raised their muskets and aimed them at the Mongolian armored knight in front.

Although the handguns in the hands of the Tiger Banner cavalry can only fire one round, if a dozen people fire the guns at the same time, they can definitely knock down a dozen Mongolian armored cavalry or war horses at such a close distance.

Wo Lunkuo said with contempt: "This arrow has no arrowhead. During the competition, you can shoot arrows to interfere with the opponent. This is also a kind of competition."

Hearing this, Li Shuheng's face turned livid.

This was obviously meant to bully the riders in their tiger-shaped flags who did not have bows and arrows, and once the handguns were fired, they would either die or be injured, unless they were discharged empty.

While the two were talking, Senaban had already drawn his bowstring, and an arrow flew out, aiming at Tan Zaiwang, who was already almost three horse lengths ahead.

Almost in the blink of an eye, the arrow flew behind Tan Zaiwang.

The arrow was broken by Senaban, so it would not cause much harm when it hits a person.

This arrow was mainly used to disrupt Tan Zaiwang's control of the war horse and slow down Tan Zaiwang, so that he could take the opportunity to ride over the opponent.

Sai Naban knew in his heart that this Ming countryman was the guest of the Great Khan and Namultaiji. If he was really hurt, Su Nangtaiji would not be able to protect him, and he would not be able to kill a small armored knight like him.

To offend the Great Khan and Namur.

bite!

The arrow hit Tan Zaiwang's back, slid down, and finally fell to the ground.

Looking at Tan Zaiwang again, he still controlled the horse to gallop as if he had no feeling at all.

Regarding this scene, Senaban's expression changed.

Based on his many years of experience, the other party was wearing iron armor, but it was always covered by his coat, so he didn't notice it.

He knew that it was useless to shoot arrows at the opponent anymore. His bow and arrows could not penetrate the armor at all, even if the arrows were not broken.

At this time, he realized that his equestrian skills were not inferior to his opponent's by any means. The opponent's horse was faster than his in armor, and he got to the dirt bag earlier.

The contest was not over yet, but he knew he had lost unless he was willing to shoot his opponent in an unprotected area with a full arrow from another quiver.

The war horses of both sides missed each other.

By the time he came around from the bumpkin, the Ming Dynasty rider had already walked away.

When Tan Zaiwang came back, Senaban was still chasing after him, at least 150 steps behind him.

"Deputy Director, my subordinates are fortunate to live up to their orders."

"good."

Li Shuheng thought of many words of praise, but in the end he only said this one word.

This time Tan Zaiwang gave him a big surprise. He had given up all hope of winning the competition, but he didn't expect that Tan Zaiwang won him in the end.

"You idiot, you are a waste, you are not even as good as a smart dog, what use are you?"

On the other side, Wo Lunkuo yelled at Senaban and struck him with the whip in his hand.

Sainaban did not dare to hide and let the whip fall on his body, but his body trembled uncontrollably as the whip fell.

The surrounding Mongolian armored knights all felt sad.

If they had gone up to compete with the Ming cavalry, they would be the ones being whipped now.

After more than twenty lashes, Wo Lunkuo stopped, turned to look at Li Shuheng and the others, and said viciously: "The matter is not over yet."

After saying that, he galloped towards Bansheng City.
Chapter completed!