Although you can easily win with bows and arrows, it does not conform to the grassland people's idea of bravery. If you want to gain the respect of the grassland people, you cannot rely on bows and arrows, but must rely on real swords and guns.
If you want to use bows and arrows to win, then Murgan, who has not moved anywhere on the hillside, has already used his piano bow to snipe the grassy grass with bone hoofs, and can easily kill him in the first wave of arrow rain.
Bows and arrows are a new thing to the people of the Bone Hoof Horse Tribe. They have never encountered them before, so Murgan's sneak attacks are invincible.
But the red-maned Yang Lie did not give him an order to snipe Bonehoof Changcao, and Bonehoof Changcao didn't know that there was someone in the distance who was aiming at him and might shoot a fatal arrow at any time.
When Bonehoof Changcao saw the red-maned Yang Lie leading the knights and turning around and running away, he subconsciously thought that these guys were scared, and quickly called on his men to pursue them.
Red-maned Yanglie led the knights to run down the hillside. He was well prepared. During their training in the wilderness, they had used this fighting method countless times. The knights had long been familiar with it and did not use Red-maned at all.
Yang Lie commanded, and the knights knew what he planned as soon as they saw the red-maned Yang Lie's movements.
Without hesitation, he turned his horse's head and followed behind the red-maned Yang Lie, like a thin fire cloud, flowing down the hillside.
The two waves of arrow rain obviously disrupted the rhythm of the bone-hoof horse knights. The charge of the war horses is very particular about rhythm and requires an indomitable momentum.
The people under Bonehoof Changcao were improvised and had different thoughts. If the red-maned fierce horse knights didn't have bows and arrows, it would be fine. Now that their momentum was disrupted by two waves of bows and arrows, the knights of Bonehoof Horse Department looked a little confused.
, paused for a moment before following the bone-hoofed horseman and chasing the red-maned fierce horse knight.
With such a delay, the distance was immediately widened. The red-maned Yang Lie led the knights to rush down to the depression, drove the war horse forward quickly, and ran towards the hillside where Xiaobai and the others were.
At this time, the bone hoof horse knights had just arranged their formation and rushed down the hillside. They pulled out their half-moon knives and howled, but they couldn't reach the red-maned Yanglie at all.
Red-maned Yanglie turned his head and glanced at the messy bone-hoofed horse knight behind him, and smiled disdainfully. It was ridiculous that he dared to challenge in this state.
He led the knights on the red-maned horses to speed up and rushed up to the hillside where Xiaobai was. He grabbed the horse's head and started to turn.
A group of knights turned around, and the knights of the Bone Hoof Horse Division happened to rush into the depression. The knights of the red-maned fierce horses looked down at them.
Not good!
Bonehoof Changcao looked at the red-maned fierce horse knights on the hillside and shouted in his heart. Only then did he understand the red-maned Yanglie's plan, but it was too late. It was impossible to retreat, let alone stop.
The only thing he can do is to accelerate forward and fight this wave head on.
The horses ridden by the red-maned fierce horse knights have been completely warmed up after such a run, and are in the best physical condition. Moreover, they are at a high position at this time, which is most suitable for charging. The knights are full of momentum and are simply taking advantage of them.
The right time, the right place, and the right people. If we can't win with this fight, then Red Mane Yanglie really has nothing to say and can just die to apologize.
The red-maned Yanglie took off the spear placed on the saddle, clamped it under his arm and fixed it. The tip of the spear was pointed at the bone-hoof horse knights who were accelerating with all their strength.
The red-maned fierce horse knights behind him also took out their spears and got ready.
"For the red-maned fierce horse, for victory! Charge!" The red-maned Yang Lie roared with a thick neck and red eyes. He knocked the horse's belly with his feet, and the horse's hooves flew up and started charging along the hillside.
"For victory! Charge!"
The red-maned horse knights roared angrily, and Gordo, who followed them, gripped his spear tightly and steered the war horse like a pale red cloud. Accompanied by the sound of the horse's hooves hitting the ground, they started charging from the middle of the hillside.
Even though there were only a hundred people, they were full of momentum. The red-maned Yang Lie led the way, like the tip of a spear, and the red-maned horse knights consciously formed a triangular formation behind him and moved forward with a bang.
Not far away, the knights of the Bone Hoof Horse Department also set their speed to the fastest. They held various weapons in their hands, all of which were uneven. Most of them still used the half-moon knives. They shook the half-moon knives.
An unexplained whistle came from his mouth, and his eyes flashed with a fierce light.
The charge of the red-maned fierce horse knights was neat, full of power, and shocking to the soul. If they encountered ordinary tribal knights, they would probably lose all their momentum in the face of such a charge.
But the knights led by Bone Hoof Changcao didn't. They were elites and roughnecks. The charge of the red-maned horse knights not only did not scare them, but inspired their bloody bravery, just like countless others they encountered in their lives.
In the next life and death calamity, either you die or I die!
Sanbang Hanon: "..."
Caravan envoy: "..."
The people watching the battle on the hillside were silent. As the red-maned horse knights charged, they felt the blood in their bodies suddenly boil. This uniform charging pattern from static to dynamic was something they had rarely seen.
In their eyes, a battle is just a group of people charging forward on horseback. Even if it is a mess, it doesn't matter. A sufficient number of horses and people is enough.
But I never thought that when a group of people are uniform and roaring to the sky, even if there are only a hundred people, they can kill thousands of troops!
War is a man's game, and the weak will be the first to die on the battlefield.
There was no weak person who could stand on the hillside and watch the battle. Naturally, he was inspired by the red-maned horse knights, and his eyes were fixed on the thin red clouds rushing down.
On the entire battlefield, the only one who could see the old god was probably Xiao Bai. He was not worried at all. When he saw the messy team of the Bone Hoof Horse Department, and then saw the well-prepared red-maned fierce horse knights
At that moment, I knew that the battle was over and the knight on the red-maned fierce horse would not lose.
The horses of both sides charged with all their strength, and the short distance passed in an instant. Both sides could already see the expressions on each other's faces.
Bonehoof Changcao held a long metal sword-like weapon in his hand, swung it forward vigorously, and roared with a ferocious face: "Kill!"
Red-maned Yanglie clamped his spear tightly, bent his body slightly, stared at the enemy in front, and roared in his chest: "Kill!"
The two parties collided in an instant. The spears in the hands of the red-maned horse knights had an absolute advantage. Before the enemy could touch them, the spears penetrated into the enemy's body first, killing them.
Stab in the air from horseback.
Regardless of whether they stabbed the enemy or not, the knights threw away their spears and passed by the bone-hoofed horse knights.
After only a moment of confusion, the troops on both sides separated again and continued to rush forward.
"This..." Sanbang Hanon was speechless and leaned forward slightly, as if he wanted to see more clearly.
The caravan envoy was also stunned when he saw the fighting situation in the depression.