"Uncle Kui, don't be anxious. Let's wait until they've finished fighting, then we can make our move!"
"Their horses, weapons, and clothes will all be ours!"
The tall, exotic woman called Beji had her lips slightly raised, like a crescent moon rising over the grassland, and greed revealed in her eyes.
"Beiji, I think the group of people who went in first should be the caravan from Dayin. We should act now and help them defeat the Tartars!"
[Bieji: The daughter of a leader of a foreign tribe on the grasslands, meaning princess.]
When Uncle Kui heard that the woman was going to stand by and watch and then reap the benefits, he was immediately surprised.
"Uncle Kui, why? Why should we help Dayin's caravan?" The woman naturally looked displeased.
"Didn't the chief send several envoys to the capital of Dayin to seek help?" Uncle Kui said immediately.
"Well, I know something about this!"
The woman frowned, "Father hopes that the Emperor of Dayin will help us reclaim the land beneath the Daqing Mountains."
"But the envoy has been gone for more than half a year, and there is still no reply from Emperor Dayin."
"Our tribe was attacked by the Northern Di King Zhelan. We lost Shulechuan and Ulianghai, and over a thousand people died!"
"Everyone had to hide in this desert and survive."
"If the Emperor of Dayin really wanted to help us, he would have sent troops long ago!"
"I think Dayin doesn't care about our lives, so I won't care about the life and death of the Dayin caravan!"
Uncle Kui shook his head: "Beiji, you are wrong. I guess this caravan is most likely the envoys from Dayin!"
The woman raised her eyebrows and said in surprise: "How...how is this possible?"
"Very likely."
Uncle Kui explained, "No one knew we were hiding in the Gobi Desert, but this Dayin caravan happened to come in!"
"Even if they are not envoys from Dayin, they must know the latest news from the southern grassland."
The woman pondered, "Uncle Kui means that we should take action now and help the caravan attack the Tartars?"
“That’s right!”
Uncle Kui said anxiously, "The Tartar cavalry is very powerful. If we don't take action soon, this caravan will probably fall into the Tartar's murderous hands!"
"Beji, give the order quickly! It will be too late if you are late!"
"Um!"
The woman nodded, then bent her index finger and put it in her mouth.
A whistle sounded above the blood-red weathered stone wall, and countless heads appeared on both sides of the passage.
They climbed down the stone wall like geckos.
Hundreds of people soon gathered outside the passage.
"Enter!"
A cold light flashed in the woman's eyes, and the tribe, armed with various primitive weapons, poured into the narrow passage like a tide.
......
Right now.
At the deepest part of the passage, there was a strong smell of blood.
There were already ten corpses lying in front of Hun Gu Du.
The warhorse was hit by many arrows and fell to the ground, foaming at the mouth. It wanted to struggle but couldn't get up. It could only let out mournful cries on the ground, and the echoes drifted in the passage.
This was exactly the armored Tartar and his ten men who were about to explore the way.
Arrows were stuck in their vital parts, penetrating deep into the flesh. Blood flowed out of the wounds, seeping through the ground and staining a large area red.
The armored Tartar had three arrows piercing through his armor on the chest. His eyes were wide open with an expression of disbelief.
What a powerful bow!
A raging fire of hatred immediately ignited in his heart.
Timur told him that his elder brother Hun Gudu was shot to death by an arrow from a distance of 150 steps.
That person is Zhao Muyun!
Being able to penetrate my elder brother's bronze armor from a distance of 150 steps, not only must his archery skills be very accurate, but the bow he used must also be extraordinary.
Now, Hun Gu Du's ten men were wounded by such powerful arrows, and needless to say, they also died under such a strong bow.
It seems that Zhao Muyun definitely has more than one such powerful bow in his hand!
"Master Baichang, what should we do? We are in the light, and they are in the dark. Now we have lost ten compatriots." asked a subordinate.
"It seems our accomplice has been exposed. Now we can only rely on ourselves!" Hun Gudu frowned. "He chose to ambush us here because it's narrow and only three horses can pass through!"
Suddenly, Hun Gudu's eyes flashed, "They probably don't have many arrows left! Tell everyone to rush forward regardless of the consequences and get close to them!"
"Okay, I'll organize people to attack immediately." said the subordinate.
Boom!
At the command, the Tatar cavalry immediately formed a formation, with three horses in a row and a distance of two horses between each row.
In this way, even if the knight in front was shot down, the knight behind would have enough space to avoid the fallen knight and horse and rush forward.
The Tatars brandished their scimitars, urged their horses, and rushed forward.
whoosh!
A wave of arrows shot out immediately, and two Tatar knights fell to the ground.
But they did not stop the Tatar cavalry's charge.
The following cavalry quickly rushed over and were within the range of 100 steps.
The Tatar knights huddled behind their horses' necks, having already taken off the crossbows on their backs, drawn their bows and drawn their arrows, ready to demonstrate their riding and archery skills.
Another wave of arrows came, and the Tartars dodged nimbly on horseback, so this time no Tartar was shot down.
"Boss Zhao, we don't have many arrows left!"
Han Zhong touched the quiver on his body and found that there were only three or five quivers left. He immediately cried out in a low voice.
“Us too!”
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