An Sanxi looked at it with a telescope and said: "It was the messenger we sent to declare war. I don't know why it angered them, and they sent people to chase after them."
"The cavalry squad will attack me and kill them." An Sanxi ordered.
The cavalry team immediately threw away the small shovel used to dig the trench, ran to the horses behind, got on their horses, and
Then he rushed down the hillside.
Because countless small holes have been made with a Luoyang shovel at the front, and small flags are planted on the ground. These flags mark the conditions under the grass according to different colors.
The cavalry team walked carefully around and passed quickly on the safe passage.
Segeleng looked back and saw that three of his pursuers were thrown away by him.
This is the last share, this is a centurion,
During the chase, people kept falling behind, and now there are eighteen people following behind.
Looking up, it was still early, which meant that he was not out of danger yet.
Only when it got dark could he have a chance to escape from his pursuers.
A slightly higher place in the distance is Sancha Gang, where Nayan said he would wait for his return with a large army.
But looking at the mountains is like running a dead horse. It doesn't look far away, but it's actually not very close.
The horse could no longer run. It was the best war horse in the tribe. It was sweating profusely and foaming at the mouth.
As he continued running, Selenge was worried that it would fall to death at any time.
Selenge was extremely anxious.
Seeing the pursuers getting closer and closer.
He grabbed the bow and arrow and put the last arrow on the bowstring. He turned around and shot an arrow at the person chasing him at the front. Then he leaned down and hid under the horse's belly to avoid the opponent's revenge.
There was a scream from behind,
a strong man,
He fell off the horse, rolled a few times, and then stopped moving. Segeleng saw this scene from under the horse's belly and spat on the ground.
This guy's name is Griwu, and he used to bully him. Every time he came here to contribute something, he would make fun of himself.
It's not that Selenge couldn't beat him, it's just that Yan was timid and didn't dare to resist.
Shooting him to death with an arrow today is more satisfying than drinking a glass of ice water in the dog days of summer.
There was a roar from behind, and those who could catch up so far were one person and two horses, taking turns riding.
If he hadn't been riding the most majestic horse in the entire tribe, he would have been overtaken long ago.
The arrows from behind were shot out like raindrops, but the distance was too far and there was no accuracy, so they fell to the ground one after another.
Selenge smiled contemptuously and ran faster. The horse under his crotch was exerting force and opened the distance again.
The pursuers were also frightened by the tiger force bow and did not dare to pursue too close. They just hung there. They knew that their two horses were almost running out of gas in pursuit, and that bastard was even worse. He was expected to fall to death at any time.
Among the Mongolians, Segeleng is considered very small, only less than 1.6 meters tall.
He was lean and lean, and among the strong Mongolian men who often measured 1.9 to 2 meters tall, he was really nothing.
However, he was born with a strong arm and could fire a tiger power bow with fifteen power. At this distance, he could shoot them to death, but their bows and arrows were too soft, only eight to ten power, and they would fly around lightly at this distance.
Already.
Selenge was about to get on his horse again and leave here quickly. He would reach Sancha Post in front of him. Wherever he arrived, there would be a large force to meet him, and he would be safe.
Suddenly, there was a sound of Weng, and an arrow with carved feathers whizzed and shot over like lightning, grazing his cheek as it flew by. The strong wind made his cheek hurt.
Selenge was shocked. This was the Seventeen-Power Tiger Power Bow, and there were masters behind it.
Before he could take any measures, another arrow came from behind. This time it landed ten meters in front of the horse. The arrow was inserted into the ground, and its feathers were still trembling violently.
Harudun put down his bow and cursed at the people around him: "You losers, you have been chasing for so long and you haven't caught up yet. Let's wait and see how Tai Ji deals with you when we get back."
Haludun is the number one warrior of the Baiyin tribe. Originally, in his opinion, such a little guy didn’t have to work for his great master, but this little reptile who didn’t know how to live or die actually dared to shoot down Taiji’s flag. It was really a big deal.
die.
Taiji was furious and must capture him alive.
At this time, Segeleng had been running for more than an hour.
Harudun had no choice but to ride his best horse and take two transfer horses with him, and then chased after him. Along the way, he encountered many pursuers who had been thrown away by Selenge.
He was so angry that even a cricket from such a small tribe was separated by more than ten miles like a monkey, and even the few horses were running away.
It's all rubbish.
How to save horsepower for long-distance raids is a technical job, and Halludun is naturally a master at it. The fact that they haven't been caught up yet shows that their riding skills are far superior to those in their own tribe who usually have eyes on their heads.
It's the crown prince's Na Ke'er, Lao Taiji's attendant, a crazy bastard.
Harudun stopped talking nonsense with these trashes and took out a big iron arrow from his quiver with a solemn expression.
Narrow your eyes and look carefully into the distance.
At this time, Segeleng was just a small black dot in the eyes of the pursuers.
But it was different in Harudun's eyes. He could clearly see Sege Leng hiding in the stirrup. The thin, monkey-like man had half of his face exposed next to the horse's butt, and even his face was filled with fear.
His expressions can be seen clearly.
All archery masters, snipers, and sharpshooters have one characteristic. Most of them are hunters or forest lookouts.
They have superb eyesight that normal people cannot match. Just like there is a strong black nation on the African grasslands, their eyesight is generally above 8.0. Archery is so accurate that even teenagers can shoot a spear.
Kill the lion.
Sniper hero Zhang Taofang could clearly see a very small nail on the wall more than ten meters away.
After Harudun nocked the heavy arrow, he looked at the monkey with a ferocious smile.
Your death has come.
Those trash can't hit him because the distance is too far, the bow and arrow are too soft, and the arrow drifts.
And his heavy iron arrow, coupled with the seventeen-power tiger-power bow, was enough to shoot him through.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! With a sound of gritted teeth, the hard bow in Harudun's hand was stretched to the limit.
The muscles all over his body were bulging, his face was twisted and ferocious, and he squinted one eye and stared at the monkey.
Buzz! A heavy arrow split the air and flew away with the speed of lightning.
Before the arrow arrived, Segeleng heard the sound first. For unknown dangers, people on the grassland have a heaven-endowed sixth sense that the Han people do not have.
A suffocating fear came over him, giving him goosebumps all over his body.
He made a prompt decision, abandoned his horse and rolled to the side.
He ducked into a ditch with long grass nearby.
At the same time, an iron arrow was accurately shot, directly piercing the horse's leg and flying past where Segeleng's head was just now.
Straight into the horse's belly.
The war horse let out a mournful cry, staggered forward a few steps, fell to the ground, foamed at the mouth, twitched, and seemed dead.
Selenge felt sad. This was Nayan's horse and the best horse in the tribe. It was a pity that he could not bring it back intact.
Segeleng was not afraid of death. He dared to take this job just to vent his anger. He pulled out the scimitar with his backhand and held it tightly in his hand.
Even if we die today, we will kill a few of them.
His back was pressed against the wall of the trench, his heart was beating fast and his palms were sweating, as he waited for the arrival of these pursuers.
The sound of horse hooves roared, and Selenge discovered that the first ones to arrive were not the pursuers, but thirty cavalrymen in colorful clothes. At this moment, Selenge burst into tears with excitement.
That color, that color is here.
An Sanxi led the cavalry team and stopped here. With his sharp eyesight, he saw Selenge roll into the ditch at the critical moment.
"Stay there, don't move," An Sanxi said coldly.
He didn't even glance at the trench.
The war horse lying on the ground next to him opened his eyes wide and stared blankly at the face of his tribe, his eyes full of nostalgia.
The horse's hooves were still twitching.
An Sanxi rolled over and came to the animal, gently caressing its neck with his hands, comforting it, and watching life passing by bit by bit until it stopped moving.
An Sanxi gently closed its eyes with his hands and let it pass away peacefully.
People who have never lived on the grassland will not understand the feelings of horses and dogs towards their owners. Horses and dogs are equally attached and loyal to their owners.
This best horse is the son Ma Zi who was tamed by An Sanxi himself.
This time it was allocated to Selenge for the mission.
A good horse usually won't let others ride it. An Sanxi comforted him for a long time before reluctantly running away with Segeleng.
This is the best horse in this tribe.
An Sanxi sighed.
Looking at the iron arrow, his face became cold.
He got on his horse and looked at the eighteen cavalrymen running in the distance. He said coldly: "Pull out your carbine."
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