To go or not to go? For Mahashd, this is already a very urgent question.
Logically speaking, 50 cavalry cannot charge ten people on the opposite side, and none of them is injured. Four people on my side have been killed and seven or eight injured. If the fight continues, the result will not be good.
However, Mahashid quietly looked at the knights gathered around him, and everyone showed a look of shrinking and hesitation on their faces, including several of his confidants.
You don’t need to guess to know that if he retreats like this now, he will never be able to pull up the team again.
Because you can't beat ten people with fifty cavalry, who will hang out with you in the future? Can you still get money by hanging with you?
After another glance at the war horses resting in the shade in the distance, Mahashd made a decision and said in a deep voice to a close confidant beside him.
"Two people go and feed the war horses some water and beans and wheat. Instead of charging on the horses this time, we will use walking bows and long knives. Bendikhkan is going to have a foot battle with these Tang'er!"
The crowd didn't react at all, because everyone could see that Tang'er on the opposite side was difficult to deal with. They didn't have Mahashd's worries, so they retreated as soon as they retreated. It was better not to grab anything than to lose their lives. Seeing that everyone's interest was still not high, Mahashd had no choice but to spend a lot of money.
"We'll just charge once, and if we can't get down, we'll leave. There aren't many horses on the other side anyway, so we can leave anytime we want.
Did you see those brocades and silver piled up by Tang'er opposite? I only want 10%, and everyone will share the rest equally!"
As soon as these words came out, the surrounding knights reacted enthusiastically. The belongings Tang Er has piled up so far are worth at least eight or nine hundred silver coins.
If Mahashid only takes 10%, each of them can share more than 20 silver coins. You must know that in Balasagon, the most beautiful female slave only has less than ten silver coins.
"Okay! Dihekan, Aluoduo from Zhenli is at your command!" Stimulated by the high reward, the little lord Geluolu, who controlled a dozen other knights, agreed.
The pace of wars in this era was actually relatively slow. The kind of wars that killed thousands of people in one day basically never happened again in the Western Regions after the fall of the Tang Dynasty and Tubo.
An appropriate metaphor is that the battles between the countries and tribes in the Western Regions at this time were basically novices pecking each other.
Therefore, after Mahashd on the opposite side mobilized his knights, the battle did not break out immediately.
Mahashid, who thought that Zhang Zhao did not have motorized cavalry, first asked the knights who had charged twice to eat something. After they had rested, they slowly put on armors such as leather armor and chainmail.
At least when I made the impact just now, I wasn’t wearing armor.
Retreat! This is Zhang Zhao's order. Although he is not afraid of the thirty or forty people on the opposite side, it is unnecessary to increase casualties.
The lethality of the walking bow is not comparable to that of the riding bow. Zhang Zhao's armor is enough for protection, but it is not necessarily the case for those wearing ring-lock armor like Ma Yaozi.
Moreover, Bai Congxin and others who have circled back should already be in place. Retreating to the Populus euphratica forest is the best choice. The soldiers in Shandu have not seen blood yet!
"The enemy is afraid! They are afraid! Don't let them get away, warriors!" Mahashd saw Zhang Zhao leading his troops to run toward Populus euphratica forest, and suddenly felt relieved. He shouted loudly and took the lead in rushing forward.
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The charging tribesmen also put away their bows and let their swords take care of the rest!
"Boom! Boom! Boom!" The passionate war drums sounded. After a few steps, Mahashd, who was about to pick up silk and silver collars by the Populus euphratica forest, noticed something was wrong. He stood on a stone and looked around.
All numb.
In the Populus euphratica forest, countless warriors suddenly appeared. They were holding spears, swords and shields. Almost everyone was wearing armor, and there were at least seventy or eighty of them.
A man wearing golden armor rushed out quickly. With a flick of the short sword in his hand, the Geluolu man who rushed at the front fell down.
A series of fierce bowstring sounds sounded, and both sides unanimously chose to shoot at each other.
It's just that Mahashd's side screamed repeatedly, but the other side suffered almost no damage.
It turned out that all the arrows from his side were aimed at the man in golden armor who was standing in front, but the man in golden armor had very good protection. Although he was covered in bullets like a hedgehog, he didn't even slow down his movements.<
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‘Boom!’ The two sides collided violently. Mahashd wanted to retreat, but the opponent came so fast that he didn’t even have time to turn around and escape. The brutal spear stabbing began.
Since both sides have armor, stabbing the opponent once will not make the opponent lose their combat effectiveness. Often, a warrior will fall after suffering at least four or five injuries.
Both sides howled crazily under the stimulation of adrenaline. They had no time to block and no time to think about escaping, but just relied on instinct to stab each other again and again.
However, the gap in strength between the two sides was still too big. However, after three minutes of fighting, seven or eight people around Mahashd fell down, especially Yan Jin, who was holding a Mo Dao extremely fiercely.
In this short-term fight, the cruelty of cold weapon fighting was once again fully demonstrated. In the era of hot weapons, a bullet would often end a life, and people would have less time to think, so they could withstand a relatively high casualty ratio. Leng Weapon, on the other hand, felt the constant loss of life in the constant brutal fighting. Especially those in armor. Most of them were not stabbed to death, but died of heavy blood loss due to constant injuries and having to fight fiercely.
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This is also the main reason why in large-scale decisive battles in the cold weapon era, less than 10% of the casualties often resulted in the team being unable to continue fighting.
This is a long-lasting cruelty, and only the bravest warriors can persevere without collapsing!
One sword! Two swords! Three swords. Yan Jin's chops were faster and faster than the last. With his loud shouts, the chest of the warrior in chainmail opposite him had been chopped into a squirrel-like mandarin fish. p>
Finally, during his fourth chop, this tough warrior fell. It was Mahashd's flag-bearing general Aymandu.
With the fall of this warrior, the originally menacing Mahashid gang collapsed. They turned around and ran away, howling and screaming, with their weapons thrown all over the floor. Many of them even took off their armor as they ran.<
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Zhang Zhao did not participate in this duel. He was carefully observing the combat effectiveness of the soldiers of Hanshandu whom he had placed his hope in.
The result was very satisfying to him. Although the discipline and the completeness of the formation were a bit lacking, the bravery was definitely much better than the opponent. As long as these people can be trained well, even if there are more than a hundred people, they will definitely be a rare and brave force.
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Aluoduo ran at the front, and his skirt and breastplate had already been thrown away!
What the hell kind of merchant is this? How could he bring nearly a hundred soldiers along the trade route? The cold and shining Mo Dao and the familiar yet unfamiliar golden armor immediately reminded A Luoduo of the words spoken by his ancestors.