Chapter 386: The First Cavalry Battle (Please vote and subscribe)

The bamboo bows of the Xin tribe are not very long, only about 1.3 meters, which is very suitable for riding and shooting on horseback. Moreover, their bamboo bows are not single bows, or in other words, they are made of three bamboo pieces of different lengths glued together, but their range is still very poor, barely reaching 150 meters.

However, at this distance, their animal tooth bamboo arrows have no lethality, especially when facing the fully armored cavalry of the Han tribe. The arrows swished and swished hit the armor of the warriors. However, the light arrows made of hollow bamboo tubes have very low lethality and fell off immediately after hitting the armor.

As the distance between the two sides approached, some arrows had left marks on the armor of the warriors, but that was all. After 30 meters, after two rounds of arrows, the two sides had reached the distance of face-to-face confrontation.

The heavy cavalry of the Han tribe, which was pulled into a horizontal line, immediately trapped all the opponents in the battle formation. Everyone held a long sword horizontally with both hands. They only needed to sprint forward and did not need to make any extra chopping movements.

Puff, sizzle—

the sound of the long sword being blocked by the opponent's body kept ringing. However, under the high-speed sprint of the horse, even an unbladed iron sheet can still cut a human body in half, not to mention the long sword that was specially made for this purpose.

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Wu Yun is a real grassland man, living on the vast grassland. For the abundant pastures, for population, and even for women, there are often large and small battles between tribes. If some tribes win, they can get a large number of livestock and women and children, and those who lose, if they are unwilling to surrender, can only be expelled or killed.

Wu Yun came from such a defeated tribe. At that time, he was not as tall as a horse's back. According to the rules of the grassland, children like him can only be regarded as trophies and cannot be killed like adults. However, Wu Yun, who was full of hatred, was unwilling to live in the enemy's tent.

He wanted revenge, but he had no ability. Later, he stole a horse and escaped from the tribe. From then on, he became a wandering savage. During his wandering life, he was used to big and small battles. Strong men with horn bows shot their own kind mercilessly. He knew that he could not beat such people.

Until he met Ling Feng, a savage who had met him several times before. He was wearing exquisite woolen clothes and stayed with a group of people with tied hair. At that time, he knew that the other party had joined the Han tribe and had a high status in that huge tribe, which made Wu Yun very envious.

So, with the recommendation of Ling Feng and the invitation of You Fu, Wu Yun also successfully joined the Han tribe and met the leader who everyone called a god. He was very lucky. Several grassland savages who joined the Han tribe with him were reused by the leader and became a glorious warrior of the Han tribe, and even a small officer.

Wuyun became a flag officer, in charge of 11 people. He didn't expect that the leader would trust him, a wild man, so much, and the task assigned to him was what he was best at, being a cavalry leader, teaching his men to ride horses, and fighting on horseback.

This kind of thing is normal for wild men who venture into the grassland alone, but the strange thing is that the weapon the leader gave them was not a bow and arrow, but a long silver sword. This was a weapon he had never seen before, and he didn't even know how to use it. So out of confusion, he went to the leader to ask.

"There will be bows and arrows, but not now. Good quality bows take a long time to make, and I don't have that time, so you can only use knives now, ride horses and kill your enemies. If you want bows and arrows, you have to wait until next winter at the earliest." "

But, leader, you have to rush to the enemy to attack with this knife. The grassland people are good at riding and shooting. We have been shot to death several times before we rush to them. Isn't this sending the warriors to die?!"

"How could I let you die? I have already thought about the enemy's arrows. Come, put on this armor and this mask. Unless you are possessed by blood in your eighth life, the enemy's arrows will not hit your eyes. Put it on, take your long knife, and kill all the enemies who are unwilling to submit to the Han tribe."

Recalling the words of the leader, Wu Yun shouted to his soldiers to charge together. This was the first time he fought in this kind of clothes made of rawhide. The leader called this kind of clothes armor. He had a golden mask on his face, and his whole body was stuffy and airtight. Sweat kept flowing, making him particularly nervous.

The enemy in front began to shoot arrows, but he could not retreat. He had to close his eyes and rush forward. But soon, accompanied by the sound of arrows hitting the armor, Wu Yun unexpectedly did not feel any pain.

He raised his head happily and looked forward. An arrow flew towards him and hit the mask directly. However, it was useless. He bent down slightly and lowered his head to avoid the stray arrow that might hit his eyes.

The leader really didn't lie to him. This armor can really block the enemy's arrows. I just don't know how this weapon called a long sword is. Is it really better than a bow and arrow? Wuyun thought so, but he didn't have an answer, nor did he need an answer, because the enemy was already in front of him.

"Warriors, follow me and raise your swords. Charge."

Wuyun's roar came from behind the mask. The next moment, all the warriors rushed into the enemy camp in an instant as they had practiced before. They didn't know what the result would be, because this was still their first battle.

The moment they rushed into the enemy camp, they could only feel that their long swords were blocked by something, and then the next moment the feeling disappeared, followed by screams of fear, or the sound of heavy objects falling to the ground, and then the feeling of being blocked again, disappeared, blocked, disappeared.

The team of more than 100 people was not very long, and they quickly killed their way through the enemy camp. After discovering that there was an open space in front of them, the flag chiefs called for their soldiers to stop.

They were at a loss. They were still alive, but what about the enemy? Looking at their long swords again, they were stained with black and red blood. Was this the enemy's blood? What happened?

Wuyun couldn't wait to turn his horse's head and look back. The scene at that moment made him feel as if he had seen hell.

Some horses had lost their heads, and the flat cuts on their necks were still spurting out hot blood. The owner on its back had one arm missing, and even a huge cut was made on the waist and abdomen on the same side. The whole person was cut in half, and fell in a pool of blood with his mount, dead.

Oh my god, we did this?!

(End of this chapter)