The horn blows long!
Guo Luo and Wu Shangzhi each led a thousand Yin army cavalrymen who had been ready for battle, and they rushed out like a flood after a dam was opened!
The sunlight shone on their newly made armor and weapons, reflecting a heart-pounding cold light.
They did not use traditional spears or lances, but straight swords that were more suitable for chopping, and the compound bows next to the saddles had a strange shape.
Everyone's face was filled with the sternness and confidence that comes from rigorous training and sophisticated equipment.
The two cavalry groups were galloping towards each other on the field, and the distance between them was rapidly closing!
The Tatar cavalry still uses the traditional wolf pack tactics.
They skillfully drew their bows and arrows while running, trying to disrupt the formation of the Yin army with a hail of arrows.
Then, with his superb riding skills, he would infiltrate and divide the enemy, and resolve the battle with scimitars at close range.
This is their tried and tested tactic.
However, this time, they miscalculated.
Just before entering the effective range of traditional horse bows, an order suddenly came from the Yin Army cavalry!
"Raise your bow! Three rounds of projectiles!"
The Yin army cavalry raised their compound bows in unison, with the angle slightly raised.
"Boom boom boom!"
The muffled sound of the bowstrings merged into a melody of death.
The black arrow soared into the sky like a locust, drawing a perfect parabola and landing in the charging ranks of the Tatar cavalry.
“Puff, puff, puff…”
"Herod!"
The sound of arrows piercing through leather armor and tearing muscles and the wailing of war horses rang out instantly!
The momentum of the Tatar charge was slowed down, many people were shot and fell off their horses, and the formation became chaotic.
They were shocked to find that the enemy's arrows had a range of at least a hundred steps beyond theirs.
"impossible!"
Borji, the leader of the Tartar reinforcements, was shocked and angry.
He and King Zhelan were in-laws. After Timur established his own clan, King Zhelan gave the grassland of Wild Wolf Lake to Borji.
Now that Yunzhou was under attack, Borji was naturally the first to raise an army to help.
Seeing that the enemy's crossbows had such a long range, Borji brandished his scimitar and roared, "Charge! Get close! Their arrows can't stop our swords!"
After all, the Tatars were brave and after paying the price of one or two hundred people, they finally rushed into the distance they expected and began to shoot arrows in retaliation.
However, most of their arrows bounced off the iron-reinforced leather armor of the Yin army's cavalry, causing limited damage.
The next moment, the two cavalry torrents collided with each other like two huge waves!
The sound of metal clashing suddenly exploded, like heavy rain hitting iron sheets.
The neighing of war horses, the roar of warriors, the dull thud of swords piercing flesh, the crisp sound of bones breaking...
Various sounds intertwined into a cruel battlefield symphony.
Close combat begins!
The Tatar cavalry brandished their scimitars, trying to kill their opponents with tricky angles and speed.
But they soon discovered that the horizontal swords of the Yin army cavalry were even more terrifying!
This straight blade is more suitable for chopping, light, easy to use and extremely sharp.
With one strike, the Tartar's scimitar and arm can be cut off together!
The Yin army's cavalry were divided into groups of three, covering each other and cooperating tacitly, instead of fighting alone.
Guo Luo took the lead, the embroidered spring knife in his hand turned into a silver light, slashing left and right, people and horses fell wherever he passed, and no one could match him.
Wu Shangzhi was even more ferocious, charging like a tank and specifically targeting Tartar officers.
The advantages of the equipment are obvious.
The casualties of Yin's cavalry were far less than those of the Tatars.
But the Tatars were numerous and extremely tenacious. They fought to the death with their bravery and bloodiness, and the battlefield was in a stalemate for a while.
Borji, protected by his personal guards, kept shouting orders and trying to reorganize the offensive.
At this moment, Zhao Muyun on the slope nodded slightly to Tang Yanhai who was standing beside him like a shadow.
There was no expression on Tang Yanhai's face. He just raised his right hand and made several complicated gestures.
The one hundred most elite soldiers of the scout camp behind him nodded silently.
These soldiers wore gray-brown leather armor that matched the surrounding color, their faces were smeared with soda, and their eyes were as cold as hungry wolves on the grassland.
They slid down the gentle slope like ghosts, without riding horses.
Instead, they used the undulating terrain, grass and smoke rising from the battlefield as cover, and circumvented the flanks of the battlefield at an astonishing speed.
Their movements were so light and swift, as if their feet were not touching the ground, and even in the chaotic battlefield, they hardly attracted any attention.
Tang Yanhai's goal was very clear, which was to behead the Tatar leader Borji who kept issuing orders.
Like the most patient hunters, they navigated the edges of the chaotic battlefield, skillfully avoiding small-scale melees.
Finally, they approached Borji's location.
He was surrounded by about thirty of his most elite cavalrymen, commanding on a small hill and constantly sending out messengers.
Tang Yanhai made a gesture, and the scouts quickly dispersed and took up advantageous positions. They quietly raised the crossbows in their hands and aimed at the personal soldiers.
"Aim...and shoot!" Tang Yanhai's voice was so low that it was almost inaudible.
"Whoosh whoosh!"
Dozens of crossbow arrows were fired almost simultaneously, accurately hitting the throats or faces of the outer guards.
They fell off their horses before they even had time to scream.
"Enemy attack!"
The personal guards were in great confusion, drawing their swords and looking around.
At the moment when attention was attracted, Tang Yanhai moved!
His figure was like a cheetah that had been accumulating strength for a long time, suddenly jumping out from a patch of grass, so fast that it seemed to leave only a shadow.
He had no long weapon in his hand, only two dull black three-edged bayonets, one long and one short.
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