"Haha, I made a killing today! Three sick horses were exchanged for so much goods!"
"That Dayin brat was so angry that his mouth was twisted!"
"I just like the way they hate us but don't dare to do anything."
"If they weren't from the caravan, I would have shot them dead with an arrow."
"You are really awesome, Chief!"
"Nonsense! Back then, the chieftain chopped off the heads of Dayin soldiers in Yinzhou and made great contributions. That's why we have this tribe!"
“…”
In the Tartar tribe where Zhao Muyun and his companions had just entered to trade and buy horses, the old Tartar was surrounded by a group of Tartars, young and old, like the moon surrounded by stars.
The old Tartar drank two bowls of kumis, and with the flattery of the crowd, his face looked even more rosy and full of smiles, as if he had regained the glory of his youth.
The old Tartar enjoyed the adoring looks from the crowd and announced loudly, "Well, let's kill two sheep tonight and have a good celebration!"
Woo, woo!
A group of Tartars, young and old, cheered, attracting the attention of the women who were busy around the tent.
It's going to be busy again tonight!
At this moment, someone suddenly rushed in from outside the tent area: "Master, they... are coming again!"
What?
The old patriarch, immersed in joy, looked puzzled: "They? Who are they?"
"Those are the three Dayin people who wanted to buy horses from us just now!"
"Haha, it seems they are not convinced and have found it again!"
The old Tartar sneered, "Do you think our tribe can come and go as it pleases?"
"Everyone, listen to my command. As soon as they get close, we'll take them down and strip them clean!"
"As for the humans, I'll leave them to you wolf cubs to have some fun with!"
A group of young Tartars responded with roaring approval.
Influenced by the adults, they have long become bloodthirsty and cruel, and only regret that they are still young and cannot join King Zhelan's army to invade Dayin.
Now, the old patriarch agreed to attack Dayin's caravan, letting these young Tartars see blood and practice their skills. Naturally, they were all very excited, like crocodiles that smelled blood.
A dozen young Tartars immediately took up their bows and arrows and walked out of the tent under the leadership of three elderly Tartars.
They saw three people on horseback, slowly walking towards them!
Needless to say, they are Zhao Muyun, Wang Tiezhu and Xiaowu.
The horse he was riding was a sick horse that the Tartars had just sold.
"They are so brave! Aren't they afraid that we will shoot them into hedgehogs?" A young Tartar prepared to draw his bow and arrow.
An older Tartar looked at Zhao Muyun and the other two who were 150 steps away and shouted:
"Wait, listen to the clan leader's orders, wait until they come within fifty steps before you take action, lest you scare them away, hehe!"
Bang!
But as soon as he finished speaking, blood suddenly burst out on the face of the old Tartar.
An arrow shot silently from the front of him and pierced his forehead.
Before the old Tartar could scream, his body stiffened and he fell straight on his back.
“Damn it!”
The Tatar chief's face changed drastically.
He never expected that Zhao Muyun and the others would take action first!
And it hit the target accurately from a distance of 150 steps.
Even the bravest warrior in their tribe cannot achieve such superb archery skills!
If the arrow had been aimed at him, he would probably be lying on the ground as well.
"Quick, everyone, get on your horses and charge! There's a sharpshooter among the three of them!"
The Tatar chief let out a hysterical roar.
The group of young Tartars suddenly panicked!
They didn't have the strength to shoot at the target at a distance of one hundred and fifty steps, and their willow bows and arrows didn't allow it.
They scattered like a flock of frightened chickens, trying to catch the horses and jump on their backs.
The opponent's sharpshooter controlled the entire field with a single arrow from a long distance, which psychologically suppressed and intimidated them.
Only by mounting their horses and getting close could they reverse the disadvantage.
The panic and movement of these Tartars, young and old, had already caused the Tartar women in the tent area to hide in their tents and dare not come out.
However, they were not very scared.
Some women even secretly stuck their heads out to see what was going on.
Fighting and killing are men's business. For these women, their bodies are the capital for survival on the grassland.
However, after Zhao Muyun killed the enemy with one arrow, he did not hold back.
While riding his horse forward, he continued to shoot arrows with the compound bow in his hand, one after another, at the Tatars in the distance.
Wang Tiezhu and Xiao Wu beside him stuck closely to Zhao Muyun's sides, holding triangular spears in their hands, staring intently at the front, watching coldly as a dozen young Tartars approached.
The Tartars on horseback were indeed very agile, although they were only teenagers in their teens, the oldest being no more than fourteen or fifteen years old.
But it was a moving target after all, and the arrow shot by Zhao Muyun did not have as high a hit rate as the first arrow.
He shot five arrows, but only one hit the target, taking away a small Tartar.
In the time it took to shoot five arrows, more than ten Tartars were already within a hundred steps.
whoosh whoosh whoosh!
They started shooting arrows on horseback.
"dismount!"
Zhao Muyun gave a low shout, and the three of them dismounted, crouched low, and hid behind the three sick horses.
Then Wang Tiezhu and Xiaowu used three-edged spears to poke the horses' buttocks hard.
The three sick horses neighed and ran forward with their hooves spread out.
Seeing this, Zhao Muyun and the other two immediately followed behind.
When these young Tartars saw it, they were stunned!
Where have they seen this kind of fighting style?
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