The river valley passage at Feihukou is only two miles wide, and at this moment a thick black line appears.
Led by Murong Hu, a thousand cavalrymen of the Murong tribe rushed in without hesitation for their own survival place in the south of the desert.
The grayish-white sheepskin coat forms a sharp contrast with the dark mountains on both sides of Feihukou and the dark gray of the river valley.
The crisp sound of horse hooves became more and more rapid.
Although it had rained for several days and the ground became damp, not much dust or dirt was stirred up.
But the horse's hooves crushed the smooth surface of the small puddles on the road, making it turbid and splashing a little mud.
After the war horses' hooves trampled one after another, the water in the small pool splashed out, and finally only an empty puddle was left.
Before Murong Hu led his troops into the valley, he sent out many groups of scouts.
Finally, after confirming that the enemy was within three miles of the newly built stone wall in the valley, there was no sign of the enemy on the mountains on either side.
In this way, the enemy did not set up an ambush from a high position, but deployed all its forces behind the stone wall, which made Murong Hu full of confidence.
The stone wall is only two meters high and can be climbed up with a ladder. There is no need for any siege equipment.
Perhaps, the brave warriors of the Murong tribe only need one round of charge to destroy and break through the stone wall.
"Charge forward, chop off their heads with your scimitars, and crush them into pulp with your horses' hooves!"
While riding his horse, Murong Hu turned around and roared at the knight behind him!
“Kill! Kill! Kill!”
The thousand knights of the Murong tribe were now filled with passion, and they all drew their scimitars and howled like wild beasts.
A thousand cavalrymen dispersed in an instant and approached the stone wall in a crescent shape.
In the lookout tower on the stone wall, Song Liu looked at the roaring and charging Tatar cavalry. His face had already turned pale and his whole body involuntarily retreated.
The reckless momentum displayed by the charge of a thousand cavalrymen made Song Liu, who had been in the capital for a long time, tremble with fear.
If one thousand Tartar cavalrymen could conquer the world with such awe, how much more mighty and majestic would ten thousand Tartar cavalrymen be?
If the infantry faced such a cavalry charge that was like a flood, it would be a great achievement for them to be able to stand firm, let alone pick up weapons to resist.
In the lookout, except for Song Liu's expression, everyone else looked calm and composed, as if a mountain had collapsed but remained unmoved.
Even Yinji remained indifferent.
Perhaps it was because after he went into battle in Yinzhou and fought with Ogedei with a spear, his entire state was completely different and could no longer be compared to the previous one.
Zhao Muyun inadvertently noticed Song Liu's panic, smiled contemptuously, and then his expression turned cold:
"Send a message to Zhong Dahu, string the crossbow and prepare for rapid fire!"
Yinji hurriedly took two small red flags, ran to the back of the watchtower, and waved the flags in the direction of Zhong Dahu behind the stone wall, making flag signals.
Someone from Zhong Dahu's side immediately responded with a flag signal.
Immediately afterwards, 1,500 infantrymen squeaked and pulled the strings of their composite bows, put arrows on them, and aimed the arrow tips at a 45-degree angle above the stone wall.
Fifteen hundred bows were drawn, and a murderous aura instantly spread.
Oops, oops!
At this moment, Murong Hu's front-line cavalry discovered a serious problem.
Before their eyes, trenches suddenly appeared on the originally flat ground.
They crisscrossed in a disorderly pattern, covering an area of about one mile square in front of the stone wall.
These trenches are about three feet deep and three to five feet wide, and are spread out like a maze.
Due to the continuous rain, water has accumulated and there is a small slope made of excavated earth in front of the trench.
This resulted in the Murong cavalry charging forward without being able to see the trench ahead at all.
In that instant, he could not stop at all and could only whip the horse hard, hoping that the horse would jump over the trench in front of him.
There was water in the trench and the depth was unknown, so the cavalry naturally did not dare to let their horses fall into it.
But these trenches are completely random.
Even if the warhorse crossed the trench in front of it, it would fall into another trench.
Water splashed everywhere, and one cavalryman after another fell into the yellow puddle with his horse.
The knight struggled in the trench and stood up hastily, but let out screams.
It turned out that at the bottom of the trench, there were a number of sharply sharpened bamboo sticks standing upside down.
Suddenly blood oozes out of the puddle.
In just a moment, at least forty or fifty riders, along with their horses, fell into the ditch and were pierced by bamboo sticks.
The fall of these forty or fifty riders caused the cavalry following behind to fall one after another like dominoes.
Murong Hu realized that the situation was not good, and hurriedly shouted to the cavalry behind him to rein in their horses and slow down.
It takes time for the front to stop suddenly and the back to slow down, and more than a thousand people were crowded together.
Murong Hu was so anxious that he was sweating profusely, and in his heart he cursed the other party for being despicable and scoundrel for using such a method to stop the cavalry attack.
I was so careless that I didn't notice this situation in time.
But it’s not too late, we can just fill up these trenches and get through.
Just when Murong Hu was thinking about how to fill the hole, there was suddenly a muffled bang, the sky above darkened, and the sound of breaking through the air resounded throughout the valley.
Dense arrows poured down on their heads like locusts.
Damn it!
How could the enemy's arrows shoot so far? It seems that there are still more than two hundred steps between here and the stone wall.
There was fear in Murong Hu's eyes.
There were trenches on the ground and arrows in the sky, and Murong Hu's cavalry either fell into the trenches or crowded together.
In this case, wouldn't you be a sitting duck or something?
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