If we were to encounter such cavalry that were charging forward violently, we might not be able to escape if we couldn't stay together.
"First go and report to the army behind that there are no strong enemies here and you can cross the river as soon as possible."
After Yang Wudi arranged for someone to go back and report the news, he decided to wander outside the enemy's stronghold first.
It would be better if valuable goods could be found, otherwise, the black barbarians in the city would have to be prevented from going out to ask for help.
However, although the enemies in the city did not go out to ask for help, Yang Wudi still waited for the enemy's reinforcements.
Several members of the tribe who were wandering outside hurriedly came to report.
"General, a group of cavalry has come from the west, about two to three hundred, followed by a large group of infantry. It looks quite orderly!"
Upon hearing the news, Yang Wudi was immediately surprised.
He neither saw anyone breaking out of the siege to report, nor did he see any smoke or beacons rising. How could the enemy's reinforcements arrive?
It seems that these black Bengalis should not be underestimated!
"It seems we can't take it lightly!"
Yang Wudi quickly cheered up and gathered his troops around.
If he hadn't run away in a hurry without even being confronted, Yang Wudi wouldn't have been able to do such a courageous thing.
He has already thought about it, if the enemy is really difficult to bite.
Then he led his troops to retreat back to the original route, where he had reserved some secret sentries to ambush, which should be able to stop the pursuers.
Soon, with the noisy neighing of horses and men not far away, hundreds of cavalry appeared on the road.
"They are all excellent horses!"
Yang Wudi and others took a glance at it from a distance and were all attracted by the enemy's mount.
Those horses are slender and strong, just like Pegasus.
Not far away, the black barbarian reinforcements also stopped.
At this time, bursts of cheers broke out in the originally silent city.
Obviously, after seeing the arrival of reinforcements, the previously frightened Bengalis regained their energy.
However, this spirit has not yet overcome the fear just now, and no troops came out of the city to form a pincer attack with the reinforcements.
"General, look!"
One of the generals raised his hand and Yang Wudi saw an unarmed cavalry running towards him from the enemy formation.
Judging from his appearance, he must be delivering some kind of message.
Both sides, who were ready to break out into a fight at any time, kept quiet in a tacit understanding.
When this Bengali man, half of his face covered by a beard, came forward, Yang Wudi turned to Pyu countryman Ang Baichong as his translator.
This black-haired Bangladeshi envoy was chattering and his expression was very arrogant.
After he shut up, Ang Bai immediately relayed it to Yang Wudi.
"This land is the land of the Delhi Sultanate, the Maharaja of East Bengal, and the Governor of Pargain, Parmo Rodham. If you, the barbarians in the jungle, immediately throw down your arms and surrender, you can be allowed to serve as slaves for today's
Atone for your crime in exchange for Lord Pramoroddan’s mercy and forgiveness!”
"Otherwise, the powerful Pycelle warriors will crush your heads with their horses!"
After hearing this unsound translation, Yang Wudi already frowned.
He didn't know what things like the 'Delhi Sultanate', 'Prince of East Bengal' and 'Governor' were, but he could hear the arrogance in his words.
Some black barbarians who are like pigs and dogs dare to say such arrogant things.
Yang Wudi saw that there were not many enemies, so he decided to test them first.
If you can get a bargain, that's the best.
If the enemy is too strong, then you should not hesitate to fight and retreat immediately.
Anyway, the number of enemy cavalry is equal to our own, so as long as the enemy is fooled, the chance of winning is not too small.
Yang Wudi thought for a while and immediately put on a stern look on his face.
"Where did the black barbarians come from? When they saw Dali's army, not only did they not surrender obediently, but they dared to speak arrogantly!"
"Come here, cut off this black-haired face's ears so that he can have a long memory!"
Following Yang Wudi's order, two Yi men pushed the black-faced Bengali man to the ground, one on the left and the other on the right.
‘Check!’
With two sounds of the dagger being unsheathed and flashing, the ears of this black-faced Bengali fell to the ground.
'ah!
’
The Bengali messenger whose ears were cut off cried out in pain.
"Let him go back and let him bring the message. If those black barbarians don't surrender today, then we will cut off each of their ears after the war!"
Yang Wudi decided to anger the enemy first.
Bamo Rodan looked at the bloody slave in front of him, and the anger in his heart had erupted like a volcano.
"These hateful savages, I will plant them all into the ground and crush their heads with elephants!"
"My Pycelle warriors must use their blood to wash away this shame today!"
With a wave of his right hand, he ordered the Pycelle warriors behind him to prepare to attack.
Since those barbarians refused to kneel down and beg for his mercy, he would not be stingy with his cruelty either.
"My master, the infantry from behind have just arrived, should we let them rest first?" said a Pycelle warrior leader.
Those poor infantrymen marched all the way, and they had just arrived and had not yet recovered their strength.
"With so few barbarian cavalry, you don't have to wait for infantry. You can lead them to charge directly. Just one turn is enough!"
Pramo Rodan can't wait any longer.
He wished he could see those arrogant barbarians knocked to the ground right away.
"Obey my master!"
When the leader of the Pycelle warriors thought about it, his words made sense.
These Pycelle warriors have practiced martial arts from below, and they will definitely be able to defeat a large number of barbarians with ease.
"Everyone listen!"
"Get ready to attack with me!"
With a few orders, about two hundred strong Pycelle warriors immediately prepared for the attack.
At the same time, Yang Wudi not far away had also seen the enemy's movements.
"Haha, these black barbarians are quite impressive."
He saw that the enemy's cavalry was well organized in their marching and formation, and they were not bandits and bandits who would just swarm forward.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "Fo Nu, take a group of people to greet them first. Don't let them form the formation so calmly."
Yang Wudi ordered to his son Yang Fonu behind him.
"As you command, my lord!"
Yang Funu accepted the order without hesitation.
Then he led a dozen cavalrymen to charge towards the enemy.
The galloping horse charged directly at the enemy's front at first, but as the distance got closer, it suddenly swept towards the enemy's left flank.
The distance between the two sides quickly closed to dozens of steps.
Yang Funu took the lead in shooting the first arrow, followed by the others who bent their bows and shot two quick arrows.
"Whoosh!"
"ah!
"
As the bowstrings fell, several miserable howls erupted from the Bengal formation on the opposite side.
The Bengal infantrymen, who had almost only a thick jute robe, had no chance of resisting.
Yang Funu led the cavalry and repeated this three times. When the Bengalis tried to counterattack with bows and arrows, they had already moved to the front again.
These skilled Yi cavalrymen saw that the enemy's reaction was very slow, and they fired their arrows directly at the cavalry formation in front.
Just one pass, and dozens of feather arrows fell.
Ah, a scream.
Even if these Pycelle warriors are protected by their armored stomachs, there is no way to protect them without blind spots.
Soon two unlucky guys were shot, one of them was shot directly in the eye socket and fell down dead on the spot.
"Where did these barbarians come from? How could they be so skilled at riding and shooting!"
Seeing a dozen "barbarian" cavalry, Pramo Rodan had already thrown his army into chaos, and the shock in his heart was simply beyond words.
In his impression, the Pyu barbarians in the eastern jungle had few cavalry at all. Even if they had some short horses, they were just pack horses like donkeys, and there was no riding and shooting at all.
Looking at the skillful riding and shooting skills of these barbarians, Bamaroddan thought of the Kushan people on the northwest grasslands.
"There is no time to waste, start the attack immediately!"
Pramolada urged and ordered the attack.
The Pycelle warriors under him are not very good at riding and shooting. What they are good at is charging with spears and swords.
In just the blink of an eye, the losses suffered by one's own side had already made Pamo Rodan very angry.
"As you command, my master!"
The subordinates in charge of leading the troops immediately put on a posture of charging and killing immediately.
Seeing that the enemy in front of them was ready to charge, Yang Funu and others had no intention of retreating.
Yang Funu has already seen that these black and black Bangladeshi cavalry in front of him are just a little better than wine bags and rice bags.
"There are actually no people who can even ride and shoot. Their martial arts skills on horseback must be just ordinary."
Yang Funu led his men and shouted, rode and shot from left to right. Soon, it caused quite a bit of chaos among the infantry on both sides.
Another order sounded, and now the Bengali cavalry finally began to mobilize to attack.
When Yang Funu saw this, he did not retreat directly, but turned directly to the left wing, hoping to continue shooting from the side.
A group of Pycelle noble warriors finally couldn't stand it anymore. A dozen of them broke away from the queue and charged directly towards Yang Funu and the others.
"court death!"
"Whoosh!"
Yang Funu laughed disdainfully and turned around to shoot an arrow. The leading Pycelle cavalry mount was hit by the arrow.
The pained horse went crazy and overturned its owner.
The noble Pycelle warrior's left foot was entangled in the leather stirrup, and the galloping horse dragged him to the ground.
Amidst the shrill wails, the life of this Pycelle cavalryman was probably hard to save.
Then, these Yi cavalrymen fired several more rapid fire rounds, and the Pycelle cavalrymen who were still very angry just now all came back defeated.
"Charge, charge, charge up!"
"Stomp these damn savages to death!"
Pramo Rodan urged again anxiously.
Their war drums seemed to have been blessed by God Brahma, and produced a rhythm that frightened the enemy.
Bamo Rodan looked forward and saw that all the Pycelle cavalry had already committed themselves to the attack.
Yang Wudi, who had already seen everything, was already deep in thought.
"These idiots who have no chance of winning!"
"All of you will rush with me and give the thief the final blow."
Yang Wudi has just discovered that these Bengali cavalry have no cavalry skills.
Without the skill of riding and archery, it most likely means that you cannot have the ability to handle long soldiers with both hands.
It is difficult to resist a cavalryman wielding a weapon with both hands on a galloping horseback, compared with a cavalryman wielding a weapon with one hand.
Following Yang Wudi's order, 200 Yi cavalry scattered in all directions and started a fight with the Bengal cavalry that rushed up.
These Yi cavalrymen are accustomed to riding and shooting, and will only charge when the opportunity is right.
The Bengal cavalry on the opposite side are a group of noble lords. The biggest use of their martial arts training is to bully serfs and bandits.
Serfs and bandits, on the other hand, had no riding and archery skills.
Even if their horses are better, it will be difficult to rush forward.
And with the sound of bowstrings, the Bengali Pycelle warriors began to fall from their horses.
"ah!"
"ah!"
With screams one after another, the Pycelle warriors who were originally highly motivated began to panic.
They just wanted to speed up their horses and catch up with those hateful savages.
As long as they catch up with them, the noble Pycelle warrior will take revenge with the sword in his hand.
Because they believe that these barbarians who are proficient in riding and shooting must be cowards who dare not fight in close combat.
"My Pycelle, hurry up and speed up, we will catch up soon!"
Pamo Rodan, who was watching the battle from a distance in the rear, was already nervous and lost all the mentality he had before the start.
Finally, in the expectation of all the Bengalis, those hateful barbarians finally became timid. Facing the gradual approach of the Pycelle warriors, the barbarian cavalry finally retreated hastily to the rear.
"Haha, these weak savages are really cowards."
Pramo Rodan let out a sigh of relief.
The non-contact confrontation just now was really ugly. If you can't force those barbarians back, it will really undermine your own majesty.
Thinking of this, he took another look at the battlefield ahead.
There were at least dozens of Pycelle warriors there who could no longer fight, either because they had been shot and wounded, or because their mounts had been shot.
Seeing this, Pramo Rodan felt a strong physical pain in his heart.
For the noble and combat-savvy warriors of Pycelle, this was a considerable loss.
At the very least, the reward after the war will be a big loss to Bamaroddan.
"Master, those barbarians have fled without a trace, why don't we go into the city." The fat black slave said with a smile.
Now they are surrounded by some ordinary serf soldiers. Without the Pycelle warriors around, it is indeed not as safe as entering the White Elephant City.
"Wait a little longer, I want to wait until the Pycelles come back with the heads of those barbarians, and then I can enter the city!"
Pramo Rodan looked forward.
The Pycelle warriors had already gone very far in pursuit of the barbarians.
According to Bamo Rodan's estimation...it won't take long for the Pycelle warriors to catch up with those barbarians, and then there will be a happy killing.
Thinking of this, Bamo Rodan immediately became a little excited.
He waved his hand gently and ordered to follow up.
Bamo Rodan hopes to see Pycelle kill the barbarians up close.
The entire team moved quickly forward.
As the distance got closer and closer, Bamalotan and the others could vaguely hear the fierce fighting ahead.
The brutal roar, coupled with the high-pitched neighing of the horses, filled the entire battlefield with the smell of victory.
Bamo Rodan was in a good mood, and the Pycelle warriors must be in high spirits for killing.
That must be the case.
Otherwise, how could one hear so many loud Bengali shouts.
Suddenly, with the sound of horse hooves coming from the front, Bamo Rodan saw a dozen Pycelle warriors galloping towards him.
"Dear Master, the Pycelles are here to report their victory." The fat black steward next to him said.
Pramalada did not respond. A slave's words were not worthy of his own response.
He smiled, ready to accept a noble victory.
However, as the cavalrymen approached, Pramaladhan saw from a distance that he did not feel the joy of victory as he had imagined.
Instead, there was endless panic on their faces.
"Defeated, defeated, the barbarians are coming!"
"There's an ambush ahead, run!"
These Pycelle cavalry looked panicked, and they didn't know where they had thrown the spears in their hands. They just kept shouting.
"What, failed?"
"impossible!"
After hearing this, Pramaladhan immediately thought it was a big joke.
How could the noble and brave warriors of Pycelle be defeated by a group of barbarians?