Volume 1: Looking Northwest, Shooting the Sirius Chapter 43: Unsheathing the Knife, Drinking Blood and Returning
"..."
The mountain chief grabbed the scimitar, searched for the sign from Chaitino's arms, finally took back the bag, turned around and mounted his horse.
"Then, that mountain leader, you can't rob me by force. This will break the rules!"
Chaitino became anxious and shouted at the top of his lungs.
The mountain chief urged the horses to run into the distance and said one sentence without looking back:
"I'm going to exchange money to buy pig brain supplements!"
"...This matter cannot be overcome."
Shaking their heads helplessly, Chai Tiannuo and the others mounted their horses and followed them towards the distance.
"Chief Mountain, you are here!"
The team leader and instructor came all the way to welcome them. The mountain leader looked at the camp where the people were being held and asked with a somewhat solemn expression:
"How's morale?"
"What else can we do? Except for a small group of people with strong minds, everyone else is in panic. Their originally proud minds were all wiped out in one encounter."
The teacher smiled bitterly and shook his head, and the mountain leader nodded gently:
"It's a good thing that the battle made them recognize themselves."
"Is there any outpost to explore the surrounding area and find out where those steppe Tatars have gone?"
"Steppe Tatars?"
The teacher was stunned for a moment, and the mountain leader grinned and shook his head:
"Having been idle in martial arts for so long, we old guys have lost all the vigilance we should have."
The mountain chief told Chai Tiannuo's speculation about the discovery of the wandering sentry just now, and the instructor nodded repeatedly in sudden realization:
"I'm going to tell you why the weapons used by those bitter bandits are different from those in the past, and the people are much stronger. It turns out they are dressed by the Tatars from the steppes!"
"But why are they doing this?"
"Traveling long distances into the hinterland of Dahua is a dead end!"
The teacher was puzzled and the mountain leader shook his head gently:
"Before you died, You Shao called out "Yu Le Tian" and didn't say anything else.
The teacher frowned, Yule Tian was a belief in the northwest grasslands, and You Shao yelled this before he died, revealing no information.
"Most of the people in the cavalry were frightened. It would be too dangerous to act alone, so no sentry was sent."
"I just want Zhou Buyi and the other two teachers to practice within two or three miles of the surrounding area to prevent the Tatars from attacking the camp."
The mountain chief nodded, this approach was still sound, but there was something wrong with the education of the martial arts school. It strengthened the students' bodies, but did not strengthen their will. This was a big flaw.
"Chirp~!"
A blaring horn flew over the crowd with a shrill sound, and then a horse team came galloping towards them.
"Three hundred feet away, enemy attack~~!"
The whole camp was boiling instantly. People shouted loudly, some jumped on their horses and others hid in the snow ditch. They continued to do their own thing despite the instructors yelling at them loudly.
Not only did the two of them panic, they galloped off and ran away.
"...Mom, this is a bunch of ducks!"
Chai Tiannuo clamped his legs between his legs and galloped out of his mount. He caught up with them after a few breaths, reached out and took off the captain's spear from the victory hook, and knocked them off with two clicks.
"To pick off people with a single gun, Chaitino's arm strength is really amazing!"
The teacher nodded with emotion, and the mountain leader curled his lips:
"This kid is indeed outstanding, but his temper is too bad, and he is always a picky person after losing his money!"
The cavalry rushed into the camp, and a group of people dismounted one after another. It turned out to be Zhou Buyi and several instructors. There were many arrows stuck in the bodies of the people and horses, but fortunately none of them were critical.
"Chief Mountain, you are here!"
Seeing the mountain chief appear in the camp, the anxious people immediately calmed down.
"How many of them are they bandits or steppe Tatars?"
Seeing that several people were a little puzzled, the mountain leader talked about his previous findings.
"I can't blame them for their sophisticated weapons. They were originally made by Tatars!"
A teacher slapped his hand hard, and Zhou Buyi reported from the side:
"The number of people is no less than 500. They have the same equipment as the guys we fought against before. Their skills are very solid!"
"A group of ten men came out from the front, thirty feet away from us, with superb shooting skills!"
The mountain commander nodded repeatedly after hearing this. It must be Zhou Buyi. This soldier from the army is indeed much stronger than the baby boys.
“Duh duh duh~!”
As soon as Zhou Buyi finished speaking, seven or eight feather arrows flew towards him. An unlucky man was shot in the thigh and screamed in pain.
"It's his mother's fault!"
The mountain chief was furious when he saw the steppe Tatar riding his horse in a circle fifty feet away and waving his bow in his hand. This was just a provocation.
"Chaitino, kill them!"
"Here!"
Chai Tiannuo grabbed the Moon Rhinoceros, opened the bow ten times, shook his hands and fired three consecutive shots!
"drive!"
As soon as the arrow left the string, Chai Tiannuo galloped out, shaking his hands and fired three more arrows!
"Good job!"
The instructors cheered in unison, six arrows fell out of five, and the remaining one was lying on the back of the horse, not knowing whether to live or die. Chaitino's performance was definitely a marksman!
"Chief, is it too dangerous for Chai Tiannuo to go out alone?"
The teacher said with some worry, the mountain leader grinned:
"...I didn't ask him to come out. This kid is probably going to pick up money!"
"Pick up money?"
"Pick up the money!"
Lying down on the back of the horse, Chaitino raised his hand, grabbed the feather arrow and shot it back, directly piercing the skull from the eye socket.
"If you can make such exquisite arrows, it will become increasingly difficult for the Northwestern Tatars to deal with them."
Chaitino couldn't help but mutter.
Cao Fu often liked to talk to him about ancient times. The most talked about was the rise of the Northwest Royal Court. No one could have imagined that a group of ragged herdsmen like beggars would become the overlords of the grassland!
Twenty years ago, the steppe Tatars still used mace arrowheads, and there were very few iron pots and knives. Many of the weapons used by the steppe Tatars were wooden spears.
At that time, in the eyes of the Dahua frontier army, the grassland Tatars were just like the five dregs of war, far inferior to those of the Wei Dynasty and Daxia. If it were not for the bitter cold of the grassland and their worthlessness, they would have turned them into herdsmen long ago.
Ten years ago, the originally scattered grassland tribes were integrated together, and the Royal Court was established, becoming another powerful force in the world.
The frontier army and the royal court fought several times with each other winning and losing. At that time, the grassland cavalry was fully equipped. Except for armor and bows and crossbows, everything else was not much behind that of Dahua.
Starting three years ago, the border troops and Wang Ting fought against each other and lost more than they won. The Tatars rushed out of the grassland and began to encroach on the territory of Great China.
The original northwest fortress border gates have become the territory of the grassland royal court. Except for the crossbows with complex structures, there is no difference between them.
The prairie people who eat mainly meat are inherently stronger than the Chinese people who mainly eat vegetarian food. In recent years, the northwest frontier army has been working extremely hard.
Chai Tiannuo quickly approached Tatar Xiaoshi. The expressions of the remaining four people suddenly changed and they turned around and ran away. They never thought that this guy riding alone was actually a rare eagle shooter.
Escape!
The four riders bent down and galloped wildly. Chaitino curled his lips. There was a distance of thirty feet, where could you go?
His right hand touched the quiver, and four armor-breaking awls fell into his hand. The corners of Chai Tiannuo's mouth curled up slightly:
"I got ten taels of silver."
The strings are loose and people are falling.
Chaitino looked at the cavalry brigade slowly approaching in the distance, couldn't help but snorted, drew his sword out of its sheath and dropped it hard!
Blood spurts out, and Chai Tiannuo puts the bloody head into his bag. The sword is unsheathed on the battlefield, and he must drink the blood before returning.