When everyone heard that pursuers were coming, they quickly mounted their horses and prepared to escape, but Liu Ziguang said: "Don't panic, everyone dismounts and form a circle with the horses. We have a shield."
Liu Ziguang's decision was correct. None of them were professional riders, and the speed of the post horses was difficult to compete with the elite war horses. The pursuit speed of the Mongolian cavalry was terrifying. As long as they were targeted, they could continue for several days and nights without stopping.
They are chasing, eating, drinking and having sex on horseback, and they can distinguish the marks of horseshoes. No disguise can escape their wolf-like eyes. Now the ones at the front are no longer Dayu'er's forest guards, but the rangers of the Mongolian Horqin tribe, leading the team.
It was Da Yu'er's nephew, Nasungerile, the most brave general in Mongolia today.
After receiving the warning from the palace, the cavalry of Shungrile were the first to respond. While the cavalry of Zhengbai Banner were still loading saddles and tightening the belly belts on their horses, the Mongolian army had already rushed out.
When they arrived at the camp, half of them were riding naked horses without saddles, but this did not affect their control. These Mongolian athletes had lived on horses since childhood, and they were almost the same with or without saddles.
A man carries sixty arrows, including thirty light arrows for long range shooting, thirty heavy arrows for close range shooting, and a saber or a mace. Weapons such as spears and halberds are rarely used, as is armor.
Most of them are made of light leather armor, and the overall emphasis is on mobility and lightness.
The thunderous sound of horse hooves sounded from behind. Faced with the impact of such a group of cavalry, no one could avoid being panicked. Liu Ziguang turned his head to look at the heroes of the Heaven and Earth Society hiding among the horses. These are usually bigger than the roaring cows.
The hero's face turned pale and he was trembling slightly. Come to think of it, a martial arts fight would involve a few hundred people fighting at most. Where have you ever seen thousands of cavalry charging like this? The little girl Dai Wenpei was no exception. She hugged her brother tightly to her chest.
He looked forward, his lips trembling slightly, and there was a hint of fear in his eyes.
Liu Ziguang smiled slightly: "Don't be afraid, I'm here." Without waiting for the little girl to react, he looked around at the subordinates from the red shirt regiment and said, "How do the Mongolian cavalry compare to the Manchu and Qing Dynasty's chain horses?"
Zhamuhe, Zhong Shouyong and others were all old comrades who had seen the Manchu Qing Dynasty's most powerful army, the serial horse, under the city of Liguo Iron Factory. It was the most elite force at the peak of the Manchu Qing Dynasty, and it was a heavy cavalry. In terms of momentum,
It is much stronger than the Mongolian troops in the distance who are not even equipped with armor. Everyone smiled contemptuously: "You have broken a series of horses, why are you afraid of this?"
I remember that when we defeated the chain of horses, we were backed by a fortified city and covered by steam crossbows, so we could win. But now in the wilderness, there are only a circle of dozens of horses, and dozens of people have left.
How can we withstand the impact of the Mongolian army when we are so exhausted?
Of course there was a way. Liu Ziguang pushed Xuan Ye to the front. His bright yellow royal armor was the best shield. No matter how bloodthirsty the Mongols were, they had to be wary when facing their own emperor. As expected, when Na Shunge
Zile saw in the telescope that his emperor's nephew was being held in front, and he waved his hand angrily to stop his men's attempt to release arrows.
The Mongolian army's horse hooves shook the earth, and the tide-like queue, with rough and tough faces, dirty clothes and hair, howling and screaming formed a pincer shape, surrounding this small team. The Mongolian soldiers
Waving bows, arrows and scimitars while roaring but not attacking, it was obviously a rat-defying weapon.
That Shunge Rile came over with a face and shouted to Liu Ziguang from a distance: "Release the emperor quickly, my Shunge Rile will ensure your safety."
"Bah, who are you? Why should I believe what you say?" Liu Ziguang replied. He also broke into a cold sweat. If the Mongols launched an attack regardless of Kangxi's life and death, these people would be here today. Fortunately, he
The bet was correct. These Mongols were the Horqin tribe loyal to the Qing Dynasty, not the Chahar tribe that had just been defeated.
"I am Nashungeril, a descendant of Genghis Khan, the tallest eagle flying on the grassland. Han people, how can you doubt me?" Nashungeril angrily pointed his horse whip at Liu Ziguang and cursed, and he took precautions.
We didn’t have much time in Fengtai camp, and I didn’t speak Chinese fluently. I didn’t even know someone as famous as Liu Ziguang.
"Then Shungerile, do you still know who I am?" Zhamuhe suddenly shouted, and the handle of the knife in his hand seemed to be crushed by him.
Nasungerile looked at Zhamuhe with disdain, and sneered: "Who was I at that time? It turned out to be a defeated general under the Chahar tribe. Speaking of which, the Changsheng Heaven has blessed you, and you are not dead yet, right?"
Yes, your wife is now my slave girl, and I have to spend the night in her tent every day. The women of your Chahar tribe are so coquettish."
It turns out that Zhamuhe was captured in the battle with Nashungerile, and later fell into the hands of the Qing army, the Ming army, and finally became a slave of the Liguo Iron Factory. This period of deep-seated hatred no matter what
He will never forget it.
Zhamuhe's wrestling skills and archery skills were already outstanding among the red-shirted regiment, but he was still defeated by Shungerile's men. This showed how strong the enemy was. Liu Ziguang quickly held Zhamuhe's shoulders and
He stopped his impulsive behavior and shouted to Nashungerile: "I don't care who he is, your emperor is in my hands. If he makes any trouble, I will kill him and see how you deal with it."
Kangxi's hands were held up, and the hat on his head fell off, revealing the handsome and stubborn face of the young man. He wanted to shout to Shunge Rile to shoot the arrow, but Liu Ziguang choked his mouth with a piece of cloth and said no.
When he spoke, looking at his nephew who was suffering, Shungeril gritted his steel teeth. He did not dare to launch an attack without permission, let alone let the enemy go privately. His hair and beard stood up in anger, and he whipped his whip and shouted:
"The Han people are cowardly and have the guts to let go of the hostages. Let's have a fair fight. If we win, we will let you go."
Liu Ziguang sneered: "You think I'm a fool. Never let go of the hostages. If there's a competition, grandpa will accompany you."
Liu Ziguang also knew that no general would have the guts to let them go without authorization. If he guessed correctly, Dayu'er was already on the way to pursue him. Before she arrived, it might be a good choice to have a martial arts contest, which could delay time.
It can also deter these Mongolians.
Shungerile thought the same way. The arrogant Han in front of him seemed to be a leader. As long as he was taken down, the Han people would have no backbone. After a lot of coercion and inducement, there was no need to worry about whether the emperor's nephew could be rescued.
The two of them had the same idea, and they both smiled sinisterly. After leaving the formation, they walked to a place and looked at each other. The height of Shungerile was 1.9 meters tall and weighed more than 200 kilograms. He was definitely a man.
In comparison to the burly man, Zhamuhe was only less than 1.7 meters tall, so it was understandable that he would be defeated by him.
"Han people, what do you want to compare to?" Nasungerile said contemptuously.
"Whatever, you will die anyway." Liu Ziguang said in a more contemptuous tone.
As the first warrior in Mongolia, Shungrile had some basic self-cultivation. Naturally, he would not compete with a dying man. He sneered and said: "Then let's compete in wrestling."
This was obviously bullying. That Shunge Rile was tall and tall, and Liu Ziguang's figure of 1.76 meters was like a bean sprout in front of him. The two of them each took off their bows, arrows and sabers from their waists, and came together. The Mongolian soldier
They retreated a certain distance, leaving an open space for them to compete.
Nasungerile untied his silk robe, revealing his strong chest muscles and dark chest hair, and walked around like a demonstration. The Mongolian soldiers all around were shouting wildly in Mongolian, probably for them.
General, come on.
Liu Ziguang folded his arms and waited aside. When Shungerile had finished his performance, he said coldly: "Let's begin."
Shungerile pretended to be casual and walked beside Liu Ziguang. Suddenly he suddenly got angry and grabbed Liu Ziguang's shoulders with a pair of bear claws. He twisted his body and tried to trip Liu Ziguang to the ground.
But Liu Ziguang remained motionless, and no one noticed that his feet had already stepped deeply into the soil. Although Liu Ziguang had not stepped into the horse stance, his legs were as if they were made of iron, and his lower body was extremely stable.
Angry, he exerted force again, but still had no effect. Liu Ziguang suddenly pulled out his legs, inserted one leg between Nasungerile's legs, and knelt to the side. This move is a very simple kneeling move in folk martial arts. If
It was used by ordinary people, and it was completely ineffective against Shunge Rile. However, it was different when a fierce man like Liu Ziguang used it. Shunge Rile couldn't resist the blow, lost his balance and fell to the ground. Liu Ziguang followed closely.
He jumped forward and grabbed his neck with a chokehold. What kind of wrestling was this? It was clearly an unrestricted fighting.
Nasungerile, whose neck was stuck, yelled angrily: "The Han people are cheating, it doesn't count!"
Liu Ziguang stood up and asked lazily: "I am not a Mongolian, and I have never learned wrestling. If you insist on wrestling, I can only use Chinese martial arts to play with you. What are you kidding about?"
At this time, Nasungerile already understood that this Han man was by no means an ordinary person, and that he might not be able to gain any advantage in a head-on confrontation, so he said: "I want to compete with you in arrows."
"No problem, how do you compare?" Liu Ziguang said nonchalantly.
"Let's shoot arrows at each other a hundred steps apart until one of us is shot to death." Nasungrile said fiercely.
"Okay, it's up to you." Liu Ziguang went back to the battle to get the bow and arrows, and Zhamuhe said anxiously: "Sungerile's archery skills are extremely high. Even I am not his opponent. You should compare with him."
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Liu Ziguang smiled calmly: "Brother, don't you know my archery skills yet? Just wait and see the good show."