Chapter 365 The sound of horse trampling shatters the valley
In later generations, Fei Qian was also limited to the ideas circulated on the Internet. He believed that during the Three Kingdoms period, there were no two great weapons, the high bridge saddle and the double stirrup, and there was no such invention as the horse shoe that can be remembered throughout the ages.
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I once thought that if we came to the Han Dynasty and gathered a group of cavalry, and then engaged these cavalry in these things, we would be invincible in the world...
But when it came to the Han Dynasty, Fei Qian discovered that these things had already appeared in this era. Although they were not in complete and complete forms like those in later generations, they had clearly taken shape.
For stirrups, the Han people mostly use ropes and wooden ropes, and the barbarians mostly use leather ropes, but they are not made of iron. The reason is very simple. Iron is heavier and more expensive than wooden leather ropes...
As for single stirrups and double stirrups, hehe, ancient people were much smarter than modern people think.
The Hu people not only have stirrups, but also have multiple thick leather ropes on the belly of the Hu people's horses to fix the saddles. These leather ropes are connected to each other to form a "thirty" shape. When necessary, the Hu people will hook the soles of their feet.
Living in the "thirty" structure formed by these leathers to fix the body is also the secret of hiding in Mali that many Hu people use.
For the Han people, they mostly used stirrups made of rope and wooden sticks. Some even only had a rope set and not even a wooden stick. However, double stirrups have already appeared.
The prototype of the stirrup had been used on a large scale as early as the period of Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty. Since Emperor Wu, the status of the cavalry has further risen. The cavalry has gradually changed from an auxiliary reconnaissance force to a main battle force. Even in the process of many battles against the Xiongnu,
Rushing to the battlefield thousands of miles away to fight, this kind of long-distance battle, if there are no stirrups and only rely on the legs of the cavalry to clamp the horse's back, even if they are all rough-skinned and thick-bodied, it will not be enough for the physical strength of the cavalry.
The consumption is also quite huge, and it is difficult to keep up, let alone fight.
The same goes for the saddle. Although it is not a complete Takahashi saddle, there is a depression in the saddle that can provide partial front and rear strength support, but this depression has not yet reached as high a level as in later generations.
As for the horseshoe iron, this thing is still a work that Fei Qian can complete in the future, because it has not been completed yet...
It is only wooden, and it is not horseshoe-shaped, but simply like a clog made for a horse. Four small holes are punched in it, and then four holes are pierced in the horse's shoe and tied on. It is called "wooden clog".
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Moreover, in the Bingzhou area where Feiqian is currently located, most of the roads are flat and there are very few rough stone roads, so the horse iron palm has not yet become a necessary equipment.
As for the future...
Let’s talk about it later.
Ma Yan slowly moved his horse forward, and walked forward alone for a short distance. Then he did not look back, but raised the spear in his right hand. His body was as tall and straight as a mountain, and he felt a sense of heroism rising to the sky!
Ma Yan shouted loudly: "Old soldiers from Bingzhou, line up!"
A soldier drove his horse behind Ma Yan and responded loudly: "Wuyuan He Yin Zhang!"
"Shuofang Dachengchang!"
"Cheng Le Li in the clouds!"
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Without too many words, in such simple responses, these Bingzhou veterans gradually stood up from the team, shouted the names of their hometowns, and lined up behind Ma Yan, as if calling out loudly.
With the names of their relatives...
They were calm, as if they were going on a journey instead of a fight, with a little ease and ease.
They were silent, like pieces of hard stone. Although the number was not very large, the pieces seemed to form a thick stone wall.
They silently tied the rope behind the ring to their wrists, and then waited quietly, looking at the figure standing in front of them, the body standing upright like a mountain...
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Ma Yan pressed down the raised spear and rushed out first!
There is no slogan, because they no longer need any slogan to motivate;
There are no war drums, because the sound of their horses' hooves is the most shocking war drum.
The wind is howling.
The horse is neighing.
They were silent, like a mudslide falling from the top of a mountain. Although there was no huge sound, it swallowed up all the magnanimity and power...
The two sides were hedging, and there was only one chance to shoot arrows. In panic, the Huns opened their bows and shot sparse arrows. They subconsciously shot at Ma Yan, and were struck by the spears and flowers danced by Ma Yan.
Basically it didn't have much effect.
Ma Yan felt the wind blowing on his face and the blood churning in his body. He looked at the loose formation of the Huns rushing in front of him in panic. He showed a contemptuous smile and slightly adjusted the direction of the horse.
Like a sharp awl, it pierced in hard!
A Huns on the right let out a strange cry, and before he could turn around and insert the bow in his hand, he suddenly threw it towards Ma Yan, so that he could free his hand to draw his sword...
A Hun on the left raised his sword high, ready to chop it down when the two horses crossed each other...
Ma Yan cocked and flicked his spear, then changed the direction of the bow thrown by the Xiongnu, and hit the face of a Xiongnu on the left with a "snap" sound, knocking him backwards on the spot and falling off his horse; then the horse
Yan took advantage of the situation and lifted the spear. He had only half-pulled out the Xiongnu sword on his right, but the tip of the spear had already been slashed diagonally from the side of his neck, spraying out a mist of blood. He fell off his horse slumped.
Mayan is like the sharpest tip of the awl, and the spear in his hand is the sharpest point of the tip. The Huns' loose formation is like thick layers.
Although the cloth tried its best to block it, it was of no avail.
After Fei Qian came to Beiqu, he equipped these former veterans with the best equipment. He replaced all the original leather armor with fine iron armor, added arm guards and pockets, and the protection was greatly improved.
of strengthening.
The iron sheets of the iron armor cover each other, and are made of the best materials, with a certain degree of toughness and strength. In this era, especially in front of the Xiongnu soldiers, it is a kind of naked metallurgical technology.
The material on it is crushed.
The sporadic arrows fired by the Huns bounced off the iron armor, bringing up little sparks and falling into the dust; the sword struck the iron piece, but could not cut in, and could only make a harsh scraping sound.
The sound was staggered to one side; good equipment made the old soldiers of Bingzhou become braver as they fought, but made the Huns become more and more discouraged...
The old soldiers of Bingzhou were like a torrent, following behind Ma Yan, following Ma Yan's back, constantly tearing apart the Huns' formation, expanding the results of the battle, like a sharp awl, and like a sharp knife, tearing apart the Huns' formation.
The Xiongnu stabbed him till he was dripping with blood and was in pieces!
The sound of horse hooves shattered the valley.
The veterans of Bingzhou became more and more courageous as they fought. Although they were not as numerous as the Huns, under the leadership of Ma Yan, they suppressed the Huns and fought hard!
Fei Qian looked at it, and a sense of pride arose in his heart!
This is the old soldier of Bingzhou!
This is the Han family’s military cavalry!
This is the Han cavalry that roamed the north and south of the Yinshan Mountains during the Han Dynasty, beating the Xiongnu to the point where they cried for father and mother!
