With rocks and trees everywhere at the bottom of the valley, the two groups of horses who unexpectedly met looked at each other for three seconds.

Unlike the other two other knowledgeable guards beside me, Mei Fuxi, who has been staying in Tianjin Wei, today is the first time I have seen the living real Tartar.

The three Tartar soldiers who also stood in the shape of a font were the leader, with a short, strong face, and a strong expression. The Tartar's iconic pig tail was left on their green scalp.

The man wore a gray double-breasted leather jacket on the upper body, a fat red cotton pants on the lower body, a bow bag hanging from the back of the horse, a long knife tied with an iron ring on his thumb, and a whole body full of the words "elite".

Following the Qingskin Tartars were two cavalrymen wearing felt hats, leather robes, dark and rough skin, and also controlled strings and swords.

While Mei Fuxi and the other three confirmed the identity of the visitor, the three cavalry opposite immediately began to act: while shouting, the three men began to urge their horses to walk slowly towards this side.

The reason for walking slowly is that the valley between the two mountains is full of rocks and miscellaneous trees, and the horse must find the right place to move forward.

"Police team, shoot the gun!"

At this moment, Mei Fuxi, who had never issued any movement or instructions, was slapped off his arm by the team members around him.

"Ah, yes, shoot a gun." The young man suddenly woke up and hurriedly took off the 28-large cover on his back and began to take out the bullets to prepare for loading.

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The battlefield experience must be experienced in person before the soldiers can transform.

People like Mei Fuxi, even though they have been trained in the same way as the general since childhood, have outstanding skills and unparalleled cremation and lightning, but have never really experienced the cruel atmosphere of life and death, and are always the weakness of young people.

So the moment I saw the three real Tartars just now, the young man was stunned.

At this moment, the great reputation of the Tartars on the front battlefield since the Year of the Apocalypse, the cruel reputation of killing Ming people in various places, and the dark chicken soup "invincible" began to ferment in the minds of young people.

Mei Fuxi is like a rookie who is fully prepared for the preseason but is confused when he is in the main competition. He has lost all his usual learning and replaced by a bunch of miscellaneous thoughts.

It was not until the team members next to him that Mei Fuxi woke up from his confusion and hurriedly prepared to shoot.

Technology changes tactics.

For the three Tartar soldiers, their farthest attack distance is only fifty meters. In fact, if the bow and arrow can have an effect on the enemy who is fully focused, it is best to narrow the distance between the two sides to within twenty meters.

So the three Tartar soldiers immediately began to urge their horses to advance.

Because Mei Fuxi's gun was there, the three of them didn't have to move forward. The two team members pulled out their knives and waited for Mei Fuxi to shoot.

After a "bang", a stream of white smoke came out of the barrel and it was hit by the blast...

Mei Fuxi, who had a red face, quickly loaded the bullet, and at the same time bit her tongue hard with her teeth, forcing herself to calm down and concentrate.

When the three Tartar soldiers advanced to a distance of 200 meters, Mei Fuxi's second shot hit the Qingpi Tartars...the seated horse.

Shooting a man and shooting a horse first, Mei Fuxi never forgot the instructor's words. Musketeers like him who have not trained for a long time, shooting a horse at a distance of 200 meters is the best choice.

As for hitting a shaking head, it was a movie that was too many. At this time, unless a professional soldier fired a continuous shot with an assault rifle equipped with a scope, it would be difficult to hit the head.

The Mongolian horse hit by a lead bullet stood up on the spot and threw the knight on his back down.

The two felt-hat Tatars following behind were shocked to see this scene. However, the Tatar soldiers who had been through the battle formation quickly reacted the next moment. The two shouted loudly, bypassed the dead horse, and urged the horse to start accelerating the attack without hesitation.

The Tartar soldiers who have experienced many battle formations are experienced. Although they did not expect that the opponent's muskets had such a long range, the two of them immediately chose the most correct response: accelerate the impact and narrow the distance while the enemy loaded.

After hitting the enemy mount with one shot, Mei Fuxi was excited and her previous tension disappeared... a lot. At this time, his legs stopped shaking and his face became normal. He took out the lead bullet and fire cap from the ammunition bag at his waist, loaded the rifle, and began to aim for the next time.

However, the best time has passed.

The two felt-hat Tatars had learned their lesson at this time. Not only did they crouch behind the horses, but they also used the protection of big rocks and trees to accurately control the horses to come here.

At this time, Mei Fuxi's shooting skills were a little out of reach. After all, he was just a rookie who had undergone short-term shooting training. Whether it was the training time or the number of bullets, it was far from the standard of ordinary recruits.

So his two shots behind him were not accurate. For the enemy cavalry that no longer advanced at a uniform speed and turned left and right, both shots hit the trunks and stones. The Tatar cavalry on the opposite side could break through fifty or sixty meters after dodging one shot.

Under the thin sun in winter, the two Tartar soldiers urged their horses under their crotch and stepped closer step by step on the snow. The seemingly monotonous sound of horse hooves became more and more suffocating, and the cruel killing atmosphere made people breathless.

The team members here can now see the appearance of the visitor clearly: they are low and broad, with long and narrow eyes.

When the two Meng Baqins wearing felt hats advanced forty meters ahead, Mei Fuxi's second hit today finally arrived: a Meng soldier's right shoulder was rubbed by a lead bullet, and he immediately blood flowed away, throwing away the saber that had been held in his hand.

Due to the existence of this 28-large cover, the two Mongolian soldiers were forced to change their conventional tactics. Normally, after rushing to fifty meters, both sides should stop their horses and compare several rounds of archery with each other. Then, they will enter the hand-to-hand combat based on the situation and the weaker archery will take the initiative to attack.

However, in front of this terrifying bird gun, the two men could not stop the horse, so the bow and arrow also lost their effect.

As for the so-called riding and shooting, it is when the large army conducts cover shooting, and all the cavalry are aimed at one rough direction. Specifically, if a single soldier wants to shoot accurately on the back of a bumpy and running horse in such a situation, it is funny, and only the movie will behave like this.

This is why the injured man threw away the saber: After confirming that the opponent's bird gun was powerful, the two pulled out the knife in advance to prepare for hand-to-hand combat, then were injured, and then threw the knife... This is what the story of nails and horseshoes tells, and snowballing determines success or failure in small details.

Just as the injured Meng Bing used his left hand to pull out the short knife from his waist and continued to grit his teeth and charge, the two team members beside Mei Fuxi shouted at the same time and hedged up.

These two men had fought with Mongolian horse bandits outside the caravan for many years, and had already had human lives under their command, so they were very proficient in cavalry warfare.

The distance between the two sides has been closer to within 30 meters, and the Mongolian soldiers can rush to the front in a few seconds. At this time, if they do not hedge against hand-to-hand combat, the impact potential energy of their own side will be obviously not worth relying on. The two team members cannot bet that he will kill the opponent in a few seconds.

When the two team members rushed out with their knives, the musket in Mei Fuxi's hand was useless.

After holding up the gun and cursing at himself fiercely, Mei Fuxi gritted her teeth and pulled out the saber, and urged the horse to rush over.

The hedging speed is very fast. The two team members just raised the horse speed, and the four horses have already started to stomp the wrong kick.

At this moment, four knives "cut" down at the same time.

Cavalry does not have to work hard when cutting people in a staggered manner. They are more likely to set the angle of the saber and wait for the opponent to hit him: relying on the horse's momentum, you can easily cut off the opponent's neck or arms.

After the four horses kicked the wrong way, the two sides quickly separated.

The results of the battle were obvious: Meng Bing, who had previously held a short knife in his left hand, had his arms flying, and his plasma was fluttering, drawing a trajectory in the air like Stephen Zhou's flower pulling out.

Another pair of fighters scored a draw, and both sides beat each other in the air, and neither of them took advantage of it.

At this time, the Mongolian soldiers were a little bit waking: just now they fought with their opponents, and before their bodies could recover from balance, Mei Fuxi had already rushed over and took advantage of the situation and took another blow.

The Mongolian soldiers' superb riding skills and superb skills saved his life. At this critical moment, he simply took off the stirrup of his right foot, swung his body back with the help of a swing of his thigh, and swung his arms accurately, and almost... and he had another knife with Mei Fuxi.

The end of the first round: Fang Dayou, a Ming Dynasty man, formed a three-to-one trend.

The man with broken arms was already a waste at this moment: the bumpy war horse caused a large amount of blood to spew out of his wound. The one-armed man who lost his weapon was already shaking his horse and was about to fall down at any time.

After giving the horse less than ten meters of buffering distance, the two team members tied the reins of the horse, turned around, raised the long blood-stained sword, aimed one left and one right at the healthy Meng soldier.

The Meng Bing also dropped his horse's head at this time, roared wildly and urged the horse to come over.

Mei Fuxi, who was slowing down, was turning around at this time. He had already thought about it. After both sides made another mistake, even if the soldiers were not dead, he would have a shooting angle. He planned to turn the horse's head and aim at it.

The next moment, Mei Fuxi was stunned.

In the millions of years of evolutionary history, humans have used countless lessons to carve an instinct on their genes: facing a beast that is in a moment of life and death, when facing a beast, the enemy or a crisis airport, is not moving, or frightened, it is the best choice.

If you turn around and escape at this time, the beast will definitely pounce from behind and pounce from behind and the prey is also the instinct of a beast.

If you fight, you will still be dead.

Only by not moving, creating a situation of confrontation between the two sides may be able to wait for a glimmer of hope.

This is why most people are scared before encountering a life-and-death crisis: good ones are engraved in genes.

Mei Fuxi was frightened at this time and was next to a big rock ten meters away to his left. The short and sturdy green-skinned Tartar had already pulled the bow in his hand. The gray-black iron arrow flashed with cold light, just like the indifferent and gaze of the Tartars.
Chapter completed!