The sun rises slowly from the east, and the sunlight pierces the thick clouds, and it is another sunny day suitable for killing.

The two armies of Ji and You were patrolling near the Jieqiao on horseback. After a day of fierce fighting and night patrol, they all seemed very tired. Some people simply tied their bodies to the saddle and then fell asleep holding the horse's neck. Occasionally, the enemy and us crossed each other, but these patrols had no intention of fighting. They tacitly opened the distance. Until the opponent gradually disappeared from sight, they breathed a sigh of relief.

Driven by whips and spears, the civilians drove the convertible ox cart to restrain their bodies. One by one, the ox carts drove out of the morning mist and rolled through the green grass field. The wheels rolled on the uneven surface and made a gurgling sound. After the fierce battle, the fields, valleys, hills, and headless corpses were everywhere. Sometimes the wheels were broken from the broken limbs and arms, or even half of the head. The wheels brought dark blood foam and white brains. Many civilians saw such a bloody and terrifying scene for the first time, and all of them changed their color in horror, and even held the shaft of the car to retching.

On the north bank of Panhe River, there were smoke and dust. Obviously, there were small cavalrymen fighting each other. From time to time, some people fell from horseback and fell into dust. The Youzhou cavalry wanted to find the place they had yesterday, and they were all fearless. They rushed from east to west, galloping on the same cavalry while shooting arrows. At a distance of fifty steps, they shot three arrows in a row. When they caught the enemy's wrong horse, they immediately pulled their bows and pulled their swords to thrust the spears, and the people who were hit were all dropped.

Compared with the Iron Cavalry of Youzhou, the Jizhou army had fewer horses and was not as good as the cavalry fighting skillfully. They fought individually and were at a disadvantage. The entire battle was won yesterday, and the morale was high, and one rose and the other fell, so they were barely tied.

More and more cavalrymen came from all directions and joined the battle group that was inseparable from us. After a long battle, the cavalry of both sides stopped at the same time. They each retreated more than a hundred steps, and then let bare-handed infantry and civilians join the formation to restrain the dead and treat the wounded. After the venue was cleaned up, they drove their horses and rushed. From time to time, the knights who had lost their strength retreated. They gasped like a bellows and shouted at the same time, cheering for their side.

On a low hillside on the northeast side, a team of newly arrived cavalry rushed up the slope, squeezing their horses and squeezing their hooves, and flew with flags on their backs. Dozens of cavalry arranged in a stalemate according to the outline of the hillside, staring at the stalemate in the plain.

Judging from the flag on the back, this is the Youzhou Army belonging to Gongsun Zan's side. The highest cavalry commander is only one hundred generals and one team leader, and the number of cavalry is only fifty or sixty. The Han army system is a 100 people, and the garrison commander is set up, also known as a 100 general or a 100 general. The team leader is also called a 100 general or a 100 general. The team leader is another reason why the garrison commander is the leader. Although a hundred people are one village, except for auxiliary soldiers and servants, it is good to have 50 or sixty soldiers in a garrison, so this can be considered a "full" camp.

This team of cavalry is one of the joint patrol cavalry of Youzhou Army and Heishan Army. The main officer is Deng Tong, a hundred generals of the Heishan Army, and the second officer is the Youzhou Army scout Qujun who has just taken office.

"It's hard to separate!" Deng Tong raised his whip and pointed the battlefield, turned his head to Ma Han, "Brother Ma, you are a warrior who can take the head of an enemy general among thousands of troops. Why not come forward to show his courage to boost the morale of our army?"

Deng Tong was in his early thirties, with yellow face and black beard, slightly thin body, but his muscles and bones were very strong. He could tell at a glance that he was a light and powerful person. Although he was one level higher than the Mahan, the status of the Black Mountain Army was far from comparable to that of the Youzhou Army. The Big Mountain Army’s 100 generals were actually just the same level as the Youzhou Army, so he spoke quite politely.

Ma Han didn't see anything strange in Deng Tong's eyes, but he just said that Deng Tong really wanted to see his own skills, but he knew his own affairs and Ma Han knew that he really couldn't play such high-tech job as riding and shooting.

In fact, it was already very good for Marven to be able to sit on the back of a Mercedes-Benz. This was entirely due to his preference for horse riding when he was the leader of the gang. At that time, his private estate had two pure British horses in his private estate stable. Logically speaking, with his amateur equestrian level, riding was not a problem, but the horse was not as bad as the horses that were given to him, and there were no stirrups. Not only his horses had no stirrups, but everyone's horses did not.

On one side of the horse's body, there is a wooden horse-mounted pad that does not have the function of fixing the feet and can only be used to mount the horse. After the cavalry gets on the horse's horse's belly, the soles of the feet will be stretched into two leather snails or rope rings attached to the horse's belly. With this as the focus point, plus the longitudinal fixation of the saddle, you can swing the blades and shoot left and right without falling off the horse, but you cannot do such difficult movements as turning and shooting back.

Ma Han could tell at a glance that this was actually a stirrup in its bud, with a little initial function, and of course, it was still very imperfect. Stepping on this "stirring" that cannot be called a stirrup, Ma Han felt uncomfortable! At most, ten percent of riding can only be played 50%.

The horseman used to ride a horse before. To be honest, it was very bad, basically one of five arrows or three of ten arrows. However, in the past few years, he used crossbows rather than guns. In the local area, you can carry a crossbow and walk around, but you can't carry a gun to swagger through the market. If he wants to visit local tribes, he can't bring weapons. But he has to carry self-defense weapons, so crossbows become the best choice.

As a former gang leader, Ma Han has strict requirements on the proficiency of his weapons. His motto is: In any dangerous moment, the best partner who can protect your life will always be the weapon in your hands.

When he was a low-level thug in the gang, he only had a pair of fists to protect himself, so he trained himself into a human-shaped weapon; when he was promoted to the leader, he did not need to take action, at most he would play with guns, and he practiced as a sharpshooter again; when he arrived at the jungle of Guatemala, there was only one fist left, and the gun turned into a crossbow, so he used it for only three years to become a sharpshooter - a flying saucer target within one hundred yards, with no false arrows, and even if he could do reverse movement with the flying sauce target at fifty yards, he could hit all ten shots.

Because it is a one-armed crossbow, the crossbow used by Marhan is a specially made large military crossbow, which is very labor-saving. It can also buckle the crossbow box, where ten arrows can be placed at a time and fire in sequence. As long as you are proficient in the operation, it is not difficult to use one-armed crossbow, but the range is not as good as a single-shot crossbow.

The horseman is not bad at riding, and the crossbow shooting is first-class, but he has never tried it in combining riding with shooting. What is even more speechless is that the bow is hanging next to his saddle, not a crossbow. Compared with the crossbow, the bow is more difficult and has a lower accuracy. With the basis of crossbow shooting, the horseman probably can stand eighty yards away (70 meters) and hit any normal moving object larger than a flying saucer. If he is riding a horse, he will not be sure whether he can hit moving objects thirty meters away. But if he is riding a horse... it will be a problem whether he can shoot moving objects thirty meters away.

Seeing a cold light flashing in Deng Tong's eyes behind his smiling face, Ma Han knew that as Shangguan, Deng Tong had the right to order himself to attack. If the other party did not do this, he could not be ungrateful. The most important thing is that since he has joined the Youzhou Army, especially the Crown Qu, riding and shooting is a must-master promotion skill. Well, since God has reborn and returned to his youth, he still has a lot of time. As long as he has determination and perseverance, he is more important to have talent. What else can he not learn? Can't practice it properly?

It's so good to be young!

Ma Han seemed to have another feeling of trying hard when he was just a gang boy. His bloodline gradually boiled, he bowed his hands, raised his arms and shook his voice, "Who is going with me?"

Immediately, seven cavalrymen rode out and echoed in unison: "Go together! Go together!"

The sound of hooves was like thunder, and the eight horses rolled up a stream of dust and smoke and rushed to the battlefield.

On the hillside, Deng Tong narrowed his thin eyes, his eyes as if he was needle-like.

As soon as the Eight Horses and Horses appeared on the battlefield, they immediately attracted the attention of the cavalry of the Jizhou Army. They immediately divided more than ten cavalry and slapped the horses to usher. The two sides were still fifty steps away, and they led their bows to shoot diagonally, with bowstrings sounding rapidly, and arrows interlaced in mid-air, each falling towards their targets.

If you charge and shoot arrows without making any requirements, most cavalry can do it, but they are used to shoot small cavalry that are relatively scattered, and the effect is not very good. In this way, after two rounds of arrows shot, only three enemy cavalry were shot off the horse, while on the side of the horseman, there were two people who fell off the horse.

Ma Han also shot two arrows, the first arrow was measuring the distance and failed; the second arrow shot a cavalry helmet, but the angle was a bit off, and the helmet fell and the enemy was fine. Now, the distance between the two sides was still thirty steps, and there was still time to shoot the last arrow.

In fact, if Ma Han wants to, he can use rapid fire, that is, continuous bead arrows. Continuous bowing is not a problem for him, the problem is aiming, and what he needs to do now is to improve accuracy.

The bow string has been pulled open and the arrow has been put away. The Marine is constantly experiencing the rhythm of the horse running and judging the best launch opportunity. Drawing the bow and aiming for a long time is equivalent to using the bow as a crossbow. Although the accuracy is greatly improved, it is extremely exhausting and is a taboo for archers. Generally speaking, a cavalry with normal physical strength must withdraw from the battle and rest and restore physical strength if it is a long time to pull the string and aim like the Marine, it is afraid that even ten arrows will be exhausted.

Ma Han had no problems in this regard at all. If he wanted, he could pull the strings and bow all day without trembling his arms. All he wanted was accuracy. It was precisely because he used several times more aiming and positioning time than others that the arrows he shot naturally had a more accurate hit rate than others.

Wow! The third arrow shot out, and the target was the armored general in the enemy cavalry. Puff! The arrow hit the Xiangdun (the leather armor ring that protects the neck) below the enemy's general's neck.

Ma Han's arrow was originally driven to the opponent's neck, but unfortunately the calculation error was that the enemy general jumped up at that moment, but only shot Xiang Dun at the collarbone position.

The general was caught in an arrow, his body tilted, but he couldn't hold on. He reached out and broke the arrow shaft with force, opened his eyes wide open, and rushed towards Ma Han with a flat spear.

The position of the clavicle is also a key point in the human body. After being shot, he can still sit firmly on the back of the horse and fight back? Is it because the opponent is too strong or the bow is too unscrupulous?

Ma Han estimated that this was a seventy-pound bow (60 kilograms), which was equivalent to one stone in the Han Dynasty, and was a standard cavalry bow. It was this standard cavalry bow. After breaking the leather armor for thirty steps, it stuck on the collarbone, causing only minor injuries. No wonder many ancient generals were shot into hedgehogs, but they were still able to charge into the formation alive.

After the third round of arrows, each side reduced one cavalry. There were five cavalry on the side of the horse, while the enemy had nine cavalry, and almost doubled the number of personnel and horses.

On the hillside, a cavalry leader of Youzhou Army was about to lead his five cavalry to help out, but was blocked by Deng Tong: "The horse team leader is a warrior who can seize the flag and kill the generals. Don't mislead his merits."

"But there are so many enemy cavalry..."

"But just a few cavalrymen, and look at the flag recognition, there is a military marquis in the enemy cavalry (five hundred men, intermediate officer of the Han military system). He must have urged the cavalry to fight when we see that there are few people on our side. Hehe, this is a good opportunity to make great contributions for the horse team. If you lead troops to reinforce, the enemy cavalry will retreat. If you miss the opportunity, the horse team will only blame you and will not be grateful."

Thinking about it, it seems that this is the case, but something seems to be wrong. With hesitation, the enemy and our cavalry have passed by in the distance, and the winner has been decided.

Ma Han arrived yesterday and did not recognize any general flags, lieutenant flags, or military marquis recognized flags. He only knew that most of the ones who were wearing flags behind him were low-level non-commissioned officers, just like him. And more than a hundred generals had entourages holding flags. The military generals he had just shot had entourages holding flags tightly around the left and right. This man was at least a hundred generals, so he would definitely kill them.

The sound of hooves was rapid, and the light of swords suddenly appeared. The cavalry of Hebei thrust guns and slashed in an interlaced manner. For a moment, the clanging sounds were endless, and the sound of cavalry falling to the ground was shocking.

Cavalry warfare not only requires technology, but also number of people. One twice as fewer people than the opponent means that each person has to withstand at least two consecutive attacks by the opponent. If the offense and defense conversion cannot be adjusted in time, it can block the first attack or the second attack; or, at this moment, it will be stabbed under the horse, and at the next moment, it will be stabbed into the dust by the enemy.

The situation faced by Ma Han was particularly dangerous. He was locked up by the furious general. The general had three followers, one with a flag, followed closely behind, two with spears to protect the left and right wings, and the general was charged head-on. At this moment, Ma Han was facing three combo attacks in the shape of the left, right, and middle, three enemy cavalry in the shape of "grade".

There was no chance to shoot arrows anymore. The horseman hung his bow next to the saddle, quickly put a cavalry round shield on his left arm, drew his sword with his right hand, and threw it out suddenly. The knife was spinning like a wheel, and it flew to slash the cavalry on the right side. With a thump, it penetrated into the chest and left the knife hilt. The cavalry rolled into dust with a heart-wrenching scream.

At this time, the cavalry on the left had approached and thrust hard. With a bang, the cavalry's wooden round shield split into pieces under the tip of the iron spear, and the two cavalry passed by.

Although he used a shield to block the attack, Ma Han's entire left arm was numb and he was almost knocked off the horse. At this time, Ma Han didn't care whether his arm was injured, because the most fatal blow was coming towards him.

It is also a spear two feet long, but this attack is more fierce and fierce than the previous attack of the cavalry. Ma Han believes that if the enemy general did not hit him with an arrow and his strength was discounted, this attack would be even more fierce - but even if the opponent is ten times more fierce, it would be useless, because Ma Han is only one opponent left in front of Ma Han, and he can concentrate on dealing with it. As long as Ma Han gives his all, who is his opponent in the world?

Time seems to slowly set off at this moment, fighting tremblingly, riding shadows, swords and swords, and flags dancing - all of this seems to have become the background.

The noon sunlight rendered the battlefield golden, and two knights, who seemed to be wearing golden armor, rode a horse to hedge. The bare-handed knight suddenly pulled the spear, and the spear-holding knight was raised by the arm, drew a death arc in the air, and then fell heavily on the mud. The bones burst even Deng Tong on the hillside could hear it clearly.

Ma Han urgently pulled his horse, quickly turned around, and ran to the enemy general who was limping on the ground, with no expression on his face, turning the snatched spear back and pointing it to the enemy general's throat.

The enemy general's mouth and nose were bleeding, his whole body twitched constantly, and he said with difficulty: "Who is the one who killed me?"

"Mahan."

"Oh... come on, give me one... feel good..."

Puff! The spear passed by his throat, and the angry blood splattered.

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As the exclamation overflowed like a tide, the cavalry in Jizhou scattered and fled.

On the hillside, Deng Tong was stunned, while Ma Han's scouts were cheering.
Chapter completed!