Mahashd roared loudly, and several of his little officers also began to adjust their respective formations with a stern face. An officer wearing a primitive Kura helmet and holding a big flag ran to the first row.

The Kura helmet is a typical Persian helmet, a neck guard armor made of steel bowl-shaped and small iron rings on both sides and behind.

There is a "nose protection" that can move left and right in front, and there are also sharp thorns and two thin tubes for inserting tassels on the top of the hat.

This type of helmet did not become popular until the thirteenth century and the iron smelting industry developed.

The Arab-Persian helmets that appear now do not have a nose protection, and the penetration area of ​​the neck hanging from the helmet is larger, almost covering the entire shoulder.

This overall equipment of the tribes in the Western Regions began to transform from the Tang-Turkish style to the Arab-Persian style, which was one of the signs that the Western Regions gradually became political, economic and culturally educated after the Tang Dynasty withdrew from the Western Regions.

"Bendihkan appointed Aimandu as the leader of the flag. The flag was not dropped, the horse was not allowed to be pulled, and the arrows were not allowed to be fired. Whoever did not obey the orders would have no spoils!"

The officer holding the banner is Mahashed's confidant. Of course, this is not needed on weekdays. Many times, when merchants meet them, they either come out to negotiate for money for road purchases, or they are directly dispersed.

This was the first time Mahashed had encountered such a tricky one like today, but he decided to kill all the merchants because they insulted the noble Dikhkan Mahashed.

As soon as he urinated, Ma Yaozi lifted his pants up as soon as he urinated. He jumped back in a few seconds and began to quickly put his ring lock armor on his body, and greeted Zhang Zhao while he was lying in.

"Erlangjun! That group of dog thieves didn't care about the whole thing on the dune. There was also a flag-holding general at the front of the queue. It seemed that he was going to fight to the death!"

"Bai Congxin and the others have left for two quarters of a minute, right?" Zhang Zhao glanced at the incense that was about to burn out on the ground and asked. If he wanted to keep these ignorant guys on the other side, he would have to rely on Bai Congxin and others to get the cavalry.

"I have it!" Yan Jin nodded.

"Zhongweng, send a signal to make Yin Yaozi and the others ready. If the cavalry on the opposite side cannot escape us, it is likely that if the people are too many to dismount and shoot with us, the children in Shandu will rest and fight quickly!"

Just as Zhongweng took the order, the dust in the distance flew up again. The remaining forty riders slowly drove up under the pressure of the flag-holding general, and the formation was tighter and neater than when he first rushed over.

Zhang Zhao was on the left and Yan Jin was on the right. Both of them didn't even hold a bow. Zhang Zhao held the short spear that had traveled with him in his hand, and Yan Jin was carrying a dark sword with a flashing cold light.

"Bang! Bang!" Behind the two, Fanshun and five others shot arrows at the fastest speed, but there was a flag-holding opponent to press the formation. Although two more riders fell down the horse, the overall formation was basically not messy!

Thirty meters! Twenty meters! Very close!

"Dunzhu!" Zhang Zhao shouted loudly, and the dense sound of horse hooves and the rolled dust made Zhang Zhao's heart tight.

"Go to die!" Just as Zhang Zhao shouted, Dunzhu picked up the spear on the ground and helped to run for two steps, and fired left and right, and threw it out suddenly!

The speeding spear made a whimpering sound in the air, like a missile rising into the air!

‘Crack!’ Zhang Zhao even heard a harsh friction sound.

Dunzhu is already a man with great strength, and these two spears cast very quickly. One shot hit a horse's chest. The war horse whined and threw the knight on its back.

Another shot was even more exaggerated, and it directly stabbed a knight from the horse.

A cold sweat suddenly broke out on Mahashder's forehead. This is definitely not a simple Tang'er's businessman. Where did the businessman come from with such a strong spear thrower? He also had a complete range of bows and crossbows. He would not be... Mahashder suddenly had a bad premonition!

The two horses that had lost control greatly blocked the cavalry's charge and even caused a certain degree of congestion.

At this time, Mahashder held the flag and did not care whether the distance was enough. He waved the flag and threw the same number of arrows at Zhang Zhao and others with twenty or thirty bows.

However, although it is only more than 20 meters away, its lethality is still not strong, because except for Zhang Zhao's Mingguang Armor, the rest of the people are also wearing infantry armor or ring lock armor.

Zhang Zhao even had time to look at Ma Jiazi, who was grinning. It must have hurt. He probably had his belly pierced, but it was not worth mentioning that he was injured!

"Hey!" Yan Jin roared wildly, and he and Zhang Zhao made way almost at the same time. Behind were a small spear formation composed of Ma Yaozi and other tribes.

The spear head was shining with cold light. The horse rushing over saw a row of shaky spearheads in front of him, and of course he didn't want to hit him directly.

Moreover, the knights on the horse were unwilling to bump into it, and the horse turned his head to the left with a tacit understanding and drew an arc.

Zhang Zhao and Yan Jin gave way to them to turn left smoothly, but once they turn left instead of rushing directly, the next thing is not something they can control.

Yan Jin twisted his waist and felt as if he had rotated ninety degrees. The Mo knife he raised high slashed horizontally from right to left.

A white light flashed, and blood soared into the sky. A war horse that happened to run by Bai Congxin was cut off directly.

As the war horse's huge body fell to the ground, the knights who were turning left hurriedly turned their horse's heads, some wanted to run back directly, and some wanted to avoid the horse's corpse that fell to the ground.

Zhang Zhao aimed at a knight in a leather robe. The knight was holding a scimitar in his hand. He bent down gently and the scimitar passed by Zhang Zhao's neck.

‘Thorn!’ A flash of Mars flashed, and Zhang Zhao’s neck was fine, but the knight had a problem. The steel gun tip in the tool in Zhang Zhao’s hand stabbed directly into his waist, easily piercing the iron piece in the knight’s leather robe.

After seeing Zhang Zhao and Yan Jin take action, Ma Yaozi and others also came up, with seven spears and a Mo knife, eight people stabbed and slashed each other, killing the opponent's blood flying in the air.

Seeing the ghost! Mahashd, who retreated again, was shocked and angry. He rushed this time just now, but he didn't even touch the hair. One of them had already been killed and five people were injured!

He was about to get angry, but when he looked up, Bai Shi was lying not far away with his hair scattered and his face was covered in blood. His eyes had lost their luster, and a big blood hole in his waist was bleeding constantly.

"Dihekan! This group of Tang'er is very evil. Let's retreat. It doesn't look like a businessman, but it has the smell of an army!"

Mahashder ran over with the flag and persuaded him, it was because they didn't work hard, but they really couldn't escape!

***The author has something to say***

When describing the war scenes later, you don’t need to switch to rice, which is convenient for everyone to convert. Finally, don’t say I’m short, I’m a little more casual in the new book period, and I will definitely update it if it is on the shelves.
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