A knight following Xu Jin was his confidant, and his skills were even more outstanding. As soon as the sound of arrows whistled in the air, he hid in a stirrup and curled up on the side of the horse to avoid the arrows.
However, a heavy snake bone arrow flew from an angle and pierced the war horse's eye socket. The arrow cluster penetrated straight into the brain, and the thick arrow shaft completely blew out the war horse's eyeball.
The horse whined, jerked its neck, fell to its knees on its front hooves. The man clinging to the side of the horse immediately flew out from the front and crashed into a patch of reeds.
Xu Jin's side was also grazed by an arrow, causing a long wound. Blood instantly dyed half of the saddle red. His horse was also hit by an arrow, and its hind legs were already limping, obviously unable to support it.
Fortunately, the reins of the slave rider were still around the saddle bridge stakes. He quickly untied the reins and jumped off the horse with all his strength. At this time, the original mount could no longer run. He held on to the saddle and staggered for a few steps, then jumped onto the saddle bridge.
The horse whipped again and again.
The horse neighed and suddenly sped up to accelerate.
Xu Jin's riding skills are very good, but he can be so strong and strong, which is something he would never dare to think about normally. Today's performance is really beyond his level.
When he was passing by the reeds, he saw his subordinates staggering out. One of the man's legs was probably broken, so he simply held on to the bushes, pulled out his sword and roared in challenge.
Xu Jin ignored him and leaned forward to continue to urge the horse, chasing the figure of Monk Luo in front of him.
The shouts of the subordinates behind him suddenly stopped, and Xu Wei did not dare to look back... Until this moment, he did not see where the Mongolian Qingqi was, but the companions who came to Suizhou with him were all smart and capable men under his command.
, several have died before his eyes!
Xu Jin beat his chest violently, almost vomiting blood. He regretfully thought that he shouldn't have rested just now. If he had run for half a moment longer, he might have been able to get rid of the enemy cavalry!
In fact, he still wanted to go to the left.
The problem was not the previous rest, but the number of Mongolian sentries, which was greater than Monk Luo expected.
Obviously, there must be a big problem at Zijing Pass. Therefore, the Mongolian army marched southward without any hindrance, and its main force had already entered the border of Hebei.
As the outpost of the entire army, Aljin's red soldiers had already spread out a huge front and penetrated deep into the Tangbo area.
Monk Luo could conclude that at least two cavalry teams turned around from the front and attacked after seeing the smoke.
From a certain point of view, since they have come back in circles, the time to reach Xiangjunhe camp and even Anzhou has been delayed. This is a good thing.
As for the present...
Tangbo lakes and swamps did not necessarily hinder the Mongolian sentry cavalry. At that time, the Tangbo defense line between the Song and Liao Dynasties was composed of lakes, rivers and military strongholds. Now the military strongholds have long been abandoned, and pure waters are not
Natural danger.
The terrain of the Mongolian grassland is not simple. There are also lakes, swamps, and undulating mountains on the grassland. All Mongolian riders who can serve as Alkinchi are good at tracking through complex terrain.
Therefore, we can't get entangled, we can't stay, we can only run as hard as we can, and escape from the gaps in the net while the encirclement is far from being formed.
Monk Luo had already experienced this kind of situation last year when he collapsed from Datong Prefecture in Xijing to Hebei Province. Although the memory at that time was like a nightmare, it is nothing more than happening again now.
Monk Luo was very experienced and knew that any hesitation at this time would result in death. So he rushed his horse to the front of the team without stopping.
His war horses were of course carefully selected and good horses with strong legs. However, he was very well-fed these days, so he became fat and his body became heavy. By this time, the war horse was already panting heavily and puffing white air from its nostrils as it ran wildly.
The speed of running slowed down slightly, and suddenly I heard the loud noise of the dense reed poles beside me. Several people shouted to urge their horses, forced their way through the reeds, and rushed towards me!
Monk Luo saw that these people were wearing tattered clothes, and their eyes had faded to the yellow-brown color of grass. Some of them were wearing iron armor, and some were wearing rough leather armor. They did not tie their hair in buns, and their long messy hair was galloping along with their horses.
Flying in the air.
The distance between the two parties was instantly close to face to face.
Monk Luo saw their faces that were darkened by the wind and sun, and their murderous gray eyes. These Mongolian knights struggled in the harsh natural environment of the grassland all year round, living in symbiosis with cattle, horses and wolves, so they themselves became
The desert, part of the grassland, has become the most terrifying creature on the grassland!
While the horses were still in the air, the knight raised his bow and fired, and several more arrows flew towards him. The knight next to Monk Luo raised his head and fell. Monk Luo tried his best to dodge the two arrows sideways, and then roared and swung his iron rod to smash them.
This wild monk's physical strength was truly extraordinary, even Guo Ning was far behind. The iron rod was swept, and the head of the Mongolian knight who was the first to approach was shattered, and blood and brains splattered all over his body and face.
The next moment, several more knights rushed over, drawing their ring knives and slashing.
Monk Luo swung the iron rod and struck two knives with a clanging sound. The iron rod was heavy and the swing was inevitably slower. The third knight dragged the knife across his shoulder, and the blade cut through the leather cape, touching the flesh and blood.
A long wound.
Monk Luo didn't care about the pain at all. He swung his stick with his backhand and hit his opponent in the back.
Unfortunately, the two horses passed by in the wrong stirrup, and like lightning, the top of the iron rod touched the enemy, but failed to smash it firmly.
The Mongolian groaned, leaned on his horse and left.
Several riders rushed into the bushes at the other end in an instant, causing the branches and leaves of the big bush to shake.
Monk Luo roared twice, but he did not dare to pursue him in depth. Instead, arrows flew from the depths of the reeds, and they missed him several times.
Another junior brother of Monk Luo, named Liu Mao'er, was worried that Monk Luo would get angry and cause trouble. He urged his horse to catch up from behind and ran beside Monk Luo and bridle along. While whipping the horse, he shouted: "
There aren't many people in the Dog Tatars, so they can't stop us! Senior brother, go ahead and open the way, we..."
As soon as he said this, Liu Mao'er's head dropped, and his body suddenly stiffened and he threw himself forward on the saddle bridge. Monk Luo was startled, and when he took a closer look, he saw an arrow hit the middle of his vest, a heavy arrow.
The Cu force penetrated deep into the body with great force, immediately breaking Liu Mao'er's spine.
Liu Maoer's body fell forward, and his arms that were shaking the reins immediately drooped, pulling the reins down. The war horse neighed a few times, not knowing what this order meant, snorting, shaking his head, and pedaling diagonally.
Thorny ran away.
Monk Luo looked anxiously towards where the arrow came from, and saw a Mongolian knight put away the sheep's horn bow in his hand, controlled the horse with his legs, and disappeared deep into the meadow in an instant.
Damn, the Mongols' riding and shooting skills are as good as ever, but the bows they use are different!
The year before last, the three prefectures of Chang, Huan, and Fu fell. Not only the land and hundreds of thousands of soldiers and horses were lost, but countless craftsmen who accompanied the army were captured.
At this moment, I saw that several Mongolian scouts who were supposed to be like poor ghosts were all wearing armor and using strong bows! And their knives... were also replaced by sharp ones, which were much different from the crude weapons of the year.
Not the same... If this continues, the battle will become increasingly difficult to fight!
Monk Luo cursed repeatedly and continued to urge the horse.
At this moment, Xu Jin and others arrived from behind with a frantic horse attack. In just that contact, nearly half of their men were killed and wounded, and the rest were all wounded, with blood staining their saddles and saddles.
Everyone shouted together: "Go quickly! Go quickly!"