"Ghost King, we have practiced how to deal with cavalry." The barbarian general Natuzhi couldn't help but interrupt, "The oars and shields are in front, the horses are in front, the big swords are in front, the archer and the crossbowman are in back. We are practicing this set of tactics every day and are already very familiar with it."

The barbarians were all nodding. Na Duozhi said it was right. There was indeed this in the formation practiced by Shimenfan every day, and he practiced for a long time, and he was familiar with it from officers to soldiers.

"Not enough, not enough, Natuzhi, you have never seen a real cavalry on the grassland. He is completely different from ours." Changsun Hong smiled and looked at Natuzhi who was a little inflated, feeling that it is necessary to explain the strength of the Mongols clearly, so as not to have wrong understanding of these barbarians.

"Mongolian horses are taller than Dian horses, with strong limbs and strong endurance, and are particularly adapted to difficult environments. The Mongolians eat beef and mutton, drink horse milk and wine, have a tough personality and strong body. They ride horses since they can walk, and spend their whole lives on horseback. The Mongolians and Mongolian horses are the most appropriate combination. They treat horses as their wives, eat on horseback, fight on horseback, and even sleep on horseback. The horses are extremely skillful and everyone is a master of horse control."

"Because of this characteristic, when the Mongols fought, the cavalry could use their arms and fingers like our infantry. Wherever the commander's flag pointed, the cavalry could rush to wherever the next moment. The formation was extremely free in the process, separate and combined, and acted casually. Their riding skills were so superb that they could roam around the limit of the range of the Song crossbowmen while galloping at high speed, and they just didn't step in."

"What is more terrifying than this is their shooting skills. The Song Dynasty army archers can test eight bucket bows, fifty steps to shoot fixed targets, and three out of ten are qualified. The Mongols have their bows, and their beast tendons are strings, and the bow strings are strong. The strongest Richmond bow can shoot the wolf-tooth arrows with heavy arrows out of five hundred steps, and can shoot arrows outside the range of ordinary archers and crossbowmen. Compared with them, both the Song State and our Dali archers are as ridiculous as children."

"Their accurate heads are terrible. Even when riding a horse at high speed, they can still shoot opponents who are also moving. Hunting on the grassland, and shooting running beasts rely on such superb shooting skills. They all survived in the life-and-death life on the grassland. Everyone is a warrior, and their life is to fight."

"Think about it, when we were walking in a wilderness, thunder suddenly sounded in the horizon, and the earth began to tremble with the sound of thunder. On the distant horizon, a black sandstorm slowly rose. When it approached, we found that it was not a sandstorm, but a wall formed by cavalry."

"In the thunder-like vibration, a rain of arrows fell from the sky with a roar. The arrows were so dense that they could not be avoided. When you raised your shield to cover them, there were people around you who were constantly being caught in arrows and screaming and falling down, but you couldn't fight back. What kind of mood would you feel?"

"The rain of arrows stopped and put down the shield. The cavalry wall was already close at hand. Even the long swords they waved could see clearly. The impact and shock formed by the group cavalry charge were not something that an ordinary infantry could bear. You stood on the ground, with cavalry all over the world, as if you were the only one left in the world to fight against them. That feeling was very desperate, as if there was a flood coming towards you! At this time, you would not remember anything of any formation or combat skills. Everyone's mind would only escape, escape, escape quickly, and instinctively want to escape."

Changsun Hong said a lot in one breath, with a very serious expression. Finally, he pinched hard in the air with his hand that knocked on the table, as a finishing touch: "So we cannot fight with the cavalry, especially with them on the plains. It is not that I have no confidence in Shimenfan, but that it is determined by the mutual generation and restraint of the war."

The barbarians listened very seriously. It was the first time they heard a comment on the combat methods of the Mongols, and the impact they suffered was very great.

In the minds of the Shimen Fan barbarians, because they had never traveled far away, most people kept their impression of cavalry at the level of infantry riding horses. They had never seen hundreds of cavalry lined up in front of each other, and they did not expect that there were troops in the world who could shoot arrows on horseback, and they were even more accurate than those standing on the ground.

"......My God!" Wang Chao swallowed, his Adam's apple moved up and down, and he murmured with his big eyes.

The rest were also shocked and almost no one spoke.

Changsun Hong took a sip of tea and asked, "Are you scared?"

Everyone was stunned and then furious.

"I'm afraid of him, a bird! Ghost King, let's pull him out and fight with them!" The first person who slammed the table was not the rash man Wang Chao, but Na Tuozhi. The young man's face turned red and shouted at the top of his lungs: "Isn't he just able to ride a horse? We can dig holes, set up a fence, and block them. When they get closer, they can draw a knife to cut him down!"

"Yes, yes! Ghost King, we are not afraid of it. Shimenfan has never been afraid of anyone!"

"They shoot arrows, and we can shoot arrows, and we can see who shoots faster and farther!"

"That's right! I also thought that each of us brought a piece of wood when we marched. We met a large group of cavalry on the flat terrain. If the wood was inserted into the ground, it would be a wooden fence. Unless the horse could fly, they would not be able to get through."

Everyone was talking and talking, and they were dissatisfied with each other, and they were more excited, but they were not blindly cursing, but they were trying to find a way while cursing. Although it was not very reliable, they were a bit brain-minded.

Duan Wu saw Changsun Hong's attitude of not caring about it but smiling, and still felt that he should stop it, so he shouted a few words in a pissy manner to calm everyone down.

After everyone stopped talking, Changsun Hong slowly put down the teacup, regained his serious expression, and said loudly: "It is right not to admit defeat. When fighting, fundamentally speaking, the fight is courage. Only cowards without eggs will be timid before they start fighting. Your reaction has not lost the face of Shimenfan."

"But!" Changsun Hong emphasized his tone and said, "Cabines are cavalry, infantry are infantry. Two legs on the flat ground can't beat four legs. This is a rule. It cannot be changed at any time. It is not changed by human will. It cannot be changed by human courage."

"So, now it's not the time to send troops." He asserted.

Everyone looked at each other, confused. If they don’t send troops now, when will they send troops? Will this battle be fought?

"We need to make some preparations and be sure of everything." Changsun Hong said slowly. As he said this, he raised his head and looked at the sky outside the door.

The white clouds were blue and blue without any impurities. A scattered cloud floated by like an unmanned boat floating in the sea, unrestrained. An eagle flapped its wings and circled around it. Perhaps it had discovered some prey on the ground. After hovering for a few circles, it stumbled down and disappeared.

"Before this, no matter what happened outside, you must be patient. Death is always inevitable, especially at this time." He seemed to be talking to himself, his voice getting lower and lower, and he didn't know who to say it to.
Chapter completed!