This time Mu Huali led his troops to the east. Although he only brought one thousand soldiers, each of them was the elite of his command and was selected.

Although Zhao Sanchun is just a brigade coach, he is not very famous in the army, so he is naturally brought here.

However, because his official position was too small, the brothers of the brigade only brought ten and could only be used as sergeant commanders. As a scout in the army, he was circling around the army along the way.

The journey to the east was very long, but it was ordinary. There was no one in the grassland for ten days and half a month. He and his subordinates were almost annoyed when they saw the grassland, and they almost vomited when they ate jerky.

They didn't care about the Kuoyitian grassland or the Erguna River. But General Mu asked them to be on guard, so they were on guard, so they asked them to come out to find the enemy's traces, and then they came out to find the enemy's traces.

Not to mention, Zhao Sanchun was really lucky. When the Tatar in the team told him in a stiff Chinese language that the enemy was not far away, the difference between the Naiman people on the opposite side was that everyone was excited when they heard this.

Without saying a word, Zhao Sanchun rushed over here with his subordinates.

"Finally he saw someone..."

The war horse galloped, and the wind blew on his face. He squinted his eyes and saw the black dots in the distance. Zhao Sanchun smiled and took off the bow and arrow from his back. His subordinates were also excited, whistling from his mouth, and took off the hard bow and pulled out the eagle feathers from the arrow bag.

"It seems that the direction is wrong."

Zhao Sanchun muttered, brought the reins of the horse, adjusted the direction, and went straight to the enemy.

The enemy's ranger was screaming, getting closer and closer, but the direction began to deflect.

Zhao Sanchun had already understood at this time that this was not a fight at all. If this continued, both sides would definitely miss it, and they were still fighting for the kung fu on the bow and arrow.

Zhao Sanchun cursed, clamped his legs and placed an arrow on the bowstring. In his hand, he had a serious three-stone hard bow...

"Be careful. Be careful."

The Naiman on the opposite side began to open his bow, and Zhao Sanchun stared at it tightly. Unlike the large army's combat, the Qin army's upward shooting power was not very powerful and lacked accuracy, especially in cavalry battles, which was indeed somewhat different from the Hu people in the grassland.

The opposite is the Naiman Jingqi, and the sound of bowstrings is faintly heard. The arrows rise to the sky and then fall.

An arrow flew over Zhao Sanchun's head with a sharp roar. "These bastards are still a little accurate..."

Zhao Sanchun didn't blink for a moment, and a muffled groan sounded behind her, and the war horses neighed, followed by the sound of falling to the ground. Zhao Sanchun knew that someone was hit by an arrow.

But he didn't turn his head and shouted, "Don't panic. Don't panic, get closer..."

Su Hecha from the opposite side squinted his eyes and looked at the enemy getting closer and closer. This was not a puppy from the Krei tribe, but probably the Han people fighting against the Naiman tribe in the west.

It is rumored that they were wearing this red dress, like a devil who was suppressed by the gods in hell and returned to the world.

But it seems that there is nothing scary. Should I come forward and kill them all?

No arrows were shot. It is rumored that their bows and arrows were very good, much better than those held by the Naiman soldiers, but they did not shoot their own arrows, so they should be unable to shoot accurately, right?

In that case, you can shoot a few more rounds and you can kill. Su Hecha thought excitedly, and in the galloping, he opened his bow again.

But this round of luck is not good. The wind on the grassland is too strong. Both sides are approaching quickly, and it is not so easy to be accurate to the accurate leader...

Su Hecha shouted, letting his subordinates scatter and not wasting arrows anymore. Waiting closer, and testing what skills these Han people have.

Amid the rapid sound of horse hooves, Su Hecha and his subordinates were staring at the enemy, calculating the opportunity to accurately shoot arrows. During the battle with the Krei tribe, they had adapted to such a rhythm of war.

Chasing, shooting each other, and then chasing them, they learned a lot in the war. Although everyone's courage to fight is weakening, they are worthy of being the most elite part of the Naiman tribe.

Their combat methods are now becoming more and more like the Mongols, and they are also adapting to this combat method. Small cavalry duels are staged every day, making the soldiers of the Naiman tribe mature in the entanglement and fighting.

While waiting nervously, Su Hecha did not think about why these Han people appeared on the Kuoyitian grassland. Maybe they would think of this problem later, but now, there is no time to think about it.

After a while, Su Hecha had his legs clamped with the war horse, skillfully controlling its direction. The back of the war horse quickly recovered while running, but he seemed to stick to the war horse, with almost no big bumps. He bent down and tried his best to stick himself to the horse's back. His hands were hanging on one side, steadily grasping the longbow, gently pinching the arrows and bowstrings with one hand, waiting patiently for the opportunity to kill the enemy.

But at this moment, his pupils shrank suddenly, because he saw that the guy who was running in the front and the most burly among the enemies immediately pulled the big bow round, and with a quick aim, he let go of the bowstring.

“Beware…”

Su Hecha immediately reminded his subordinates that his body was almost buried in the horse's mane of the war horse. He was surprised to think that it was so far away? Because it was far away from where they could kill the enemy at will.........

With a whoosh, the rushing arrows passed over his head, making Su Hecha’s scalp numb. The enemy’s accurate head was not good, but the bow and arrow were very strong...

Zhao Sanchun snorted in annoyance, quickly pulled out the arrow from behind, without stopping at all, and then shot with his bow. This time, the sound of the war horse's wailing sounded. A red fountain suddenly spurted out from the neck of a Naiman war horse on the opposite side, and fell to the ground, lifting the horse's knight off the horse.

But before Zhao Sanchun and his subordinates were happy, the Naiman formed a group and rolled on the grassland. He rolled and didn't know how far away he immediately stood up quickly, raised his hand, grabbed the hand of his companion who was leaning over, and flew lightly onto his companion's back......

Such excellent riding skills made Zhao Sanchun's eyes widen.

The honest face finally showed a ferocious look, and he roared angrily, and he set his bow again. At this time, the distance had reached an arrow.

The arrows are sparse, you come and go...

The horse's hooves were fast and rushed past.

The two sides flew past each other, and two Qin soldiers were shot off the horse, one with their eyes, one with their throat, and the other with their shoulders injured, but fortunately they did not fall off the horse.

Three dead and one injured, but only two Hu people fell to the ground by arrows...

The first collision between the elite Qin army and the elite cavalry of the Naiman tribe was completely defeated. The elite cavalry of the Naiman tribe used facts to tell the Qin army soldiers that in a certain distance, the grassland cavalry shot steadily suppressed the Han people.

Soon, the Naiman turned his horse's head and came up from behind the Qin army scout. The Qin army was later and drew an arc. The speed was obviously not as good as the Naiman's prepared.

When the Tatar was also shot and dismounted, Zhao Sanchun's eyes turned red because the subordinates he brought were already lying on the cold grassland.

There were two Naimans left. Zhao Sanchun knew that he had made a big mistake. General Mu repeatedly told them that the pirate people's riding and shooting skills were terrible, but for them, the elite Qin army, the Naiman soldiers who were slaughtered in that great battle were so weak.

It is really a question of how much they can listen to General Mu's words.

Now, Zhao Sanchun finally understood that in such a battle, the Qin army soldiers were no opponents at all, and they could not even escape.

He threw down the three stone bow in his hand that he had always been proud of, pulled out the wind knife from his waist, roared and waved it over his head, and challenged the only two remaining enemies.

Su Hecha separated from his subordinates and was cruising not far away. He was very satisfied with the result. These Han people came to the grassland to show off their power. Now it was time for them to learn lessons.

He had heard the sound of horse hooves, and when he heard the direction, he knew that it was another team of raids coming over.

Although he was a Han man, he was also a tenacious and admirable warrior. He was not going to wait for Mu Heitu to come and grab the credit. He wanted to cut off the head of this Han warrior as his spoil.

At this time, the subordinate on the other side seemed to have thought of this. With an excited whistling sound, he activated the war horse, accelerated the speed, and opened the bow and arrow with a sneer. Obviously, he did not intend to give this Han warrior a fair chance to compete.

Zhao Sanchun stared at the enemy and also accelerated the horse speed. The arrow shot towards his chest with a sharp roar. Zhao Sanchun waved the knife and had already flew the arrow.

"careful........"

Su Hecha, who was still in the distance, exclaimed.

The pride and underestimation of the Naiman made him pay the price of his life. He rushed towards the enemy. After a certain arrow was defeated, it was impossible to deviate. He hurriedly drew out his scimitar and roared towards the enemy.

Zhao Sanchun smiled ferociously, and his red eyes made him look like an evil ghost.

Two horses intersected, a human head soared into the sky, and the headless corpse was swaying on the horse's back, spraying with blood, and finally fell to the ground.

There were only two enemies left on the grassland. The encounter was not long, not short, but it was very tragic. The two of them strangled the reins of the horse at the same time and looked at each other with hatred from afar. If their eyes could kill people, I believe that both of them had died countless times.........
Chapter completed!