Lu Ming

Chapter 434 Chaos
At the bottom of the valley, where there are many rocks and miscellaneous trees, the two groups of Tanma who met unexpectedly looked at each other for three seconds.

Unlike the other two well-informed guards beside him, Mei Fuxi, who had been staying in Tianjin Wei, saw a real Tartar for the first time today.

The three Tatar soldiers also stood in the shape of a character. The leader was short and strong, with a full face and a vigorous expression. On his bluish scalp was the iconic pig tail of a Tartar.

This person was wearing a gray double-breasted leather jacket and loose red cotton trousers on his lower body. He had a bow bag on the back of the horse, a long knife on his waist, and an iron wrench on his thumb. The word "elite" was written all over his body. .

Following behind the green-skinned tartars were two cavalrymen wearing felt hats and leather robes, with dark and rough skin, who also controlled strings and wielded knives.

At the same time that the three of Mei Fuxi confirmed the identity of the visitor, the three riders on the opposite side also started to act immediately: amidst the shouts of shouting and driving, the three of them simultaneously began to urge their horses to walk slowly here.

The reason for the slow pace 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.

"Deputy team, shoot!"

At this moment, Mei Fuxi, who had not issued any movement or order, was slapped on the arm by the players around him.

"Ah, yes, shoot." The young man who woke up suddenly, hurriedly took off the [-] cover on his back, and began to take out the bullets and prepare to load them.

Battlefield experience is such a thing that a soldier will only change after he has personally experienced it.

People like Mei Fuxi, even though they were trained in the way of generals since they were young, are unparalleled in military skills and cremated with lightning, but they have never really experienced the cruel atmosphere of life and death in battle, and they are always the weakness of young people.

So at the moment when he saw the three real men, the young man was stunned.

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

Mei Fuxi was like a rookie who was fully prepared for the preseason but was stunned in the main game. All the usual learning was gone, replaced by a bunch of random thoughts.

It wasn't until the team members reminded him that Mei Fuxi woke up from the dazed state and hurriedly prepared to shoot.

Technology changes tactics.

For the three Tatar soldiers, their furthest attack distance was only 50 meters.In fact, if you want the bow and arrow to have an effect on the concentrated enemy, it is best to shorten the distance between the two sides to within 20 meters.

So the three Tatar soldiers immediately began to urge the horse forward.

On the other side of the team, there was Mei Fuxi's gun, so the three of them didn't have to move forward. The two team members drew their knives and waited quietly for Mei Fuxi to shoot.

After a "bang", a puff of white smoke came out of the gun barrel, and the shot missed.
Mei Fuxi, whose face was flushed, quickly loaded the bullet, and at the same time bit the tip of her tongue with her teeth, forcing herself to calm down and concentrate.

When the three Tatar soldiers advanced to a distance of 200 meters, Mei Fuxi's second shot hit the horse that the Qingpi Tartar was sitting on.

Shoot people first and shoot horses, Mei Fuxi never forgot what the instructor said.For a musketeer like him who has not been trained for a long time, horse shooting is the best choice at a distance of 200 meters.

As for hitting a shaking head, it was because he had watched too many movies.At this time, unless a professional soldier shoots a burst with an assault rifle equipped with a scope, it is difficult to hit the head.

The Mongolian steed hit by the lead bullet stood up on the spot and threw the knight on its back.

The two felt-hat tartars following behind couldn't help being taken aback when they saw this scene.However, the battle-hardened Tatar soldiers reacted quickly in the next moment, and the two shouted loudly, avoided the dead horse, and urged the horse to accelerate the charge without hesitation.

Tatar soldiers who have experienced many battles have rich experience.Although they didn't expect the opponent's muskets to have such a long range, the two immediately chose the most correct response: speed up the impact and close the distance while the enemy was reloading.

After hitting the enemy's mount with a single shot, Mei Fuxi was refreshed, and the previous tension disappeared a lot.At this time, his legs stopped shaking, and his face became normal. With one hand, he took out the lead bullets and the cap from the bullet bag on his waist, loaded the rifle, and started aiming again.

However, the best time has passed.

The two felt-hat tartars had learned to be good at this time.Not only did they hide behind the horses, but they also took advantage of the cover of boulders and trees to precisely control the horses to come here.

At this time, Mei Fuxi's marksmanship couldn't keep up.After all, he is just a rookie who has undergone short-term shooting training. Whether it is the training time or the number of bullets consumed, he is far from reaching the standard of ordinary recruits.

So his last two shots missed the mark.For the enemy cavalry who were no longer advancing at a constant speed and turning left and right, both shots hit tree trunks and stones.On the other hand, the Tatars on the opposite side could advance five to sixty meters every time they dodged a shot.

Under the thin winter sun, the two Tatar soldiers pressed their horses tightly, stepping on the remaining snow and approaching step by step.The seemingly monotonous sound of horseshoes became more and more suffocating, and the brutal killing atmosphere made people breathless.

As for the team members here, they can even see the face of the visitor clearly: low skull, broad face, narrow and long eyes—Mongolian.

When two Mongolian Eight Banners wearing felt hats advanced to a distance of 40 meters in front, Mei Fuxi's second hit of the day finally came: a Mongolian soldier's right shoulder was grazed by lead bullets, and blood flowed profusely immediately. He threw away the saber already in his hand.

Due to the existence of the 50 big cover, the two Mongolian soldiers were forced to change their conventional tactics.Normally, after advancing to [-] meters, the two sides should stop their horses and compare a few rounds of archery with each other first.Then it will enter hand-to-hand combat according to the situation-the party with weak archery will take the initiative to attack.

However, in front of this terrible blunderbuss, the two Mongolian men couldn't stop their horses, so the bow and arrow also lost their effect.

As for the so-called cavalry shooting, it is thrown out by all the cavalry in a general direction when the large troops cast cover shooting.When it comes to a single soldier trying to shoot accurately on a bumpy horseback in this situation, it's all ridiculous, and only movies will act like this.

This is the reason why the injured man lost his saber: After confirming that the opponent's blunderbuss was powerful, the two drew out the knife in advance to prepare for hand-to-hand combat, and then they were injured, and then threw the knife. The story of nails and horseshoes is like this. success or failure.

Just as the wounded Mongolian soldier drew out the dagger at his waist with his left hand and continued to charge forward through gritted teeth, the two team members beside Mei Fuxi shouted at the same time and charged forward.

These two people had been guarding caravans all year round before, and had fought with various Mongolian horse bandits before. They had already had their lives under their hands, so they were very proficient in riding battles.

Now the distance between the two sides has been shortened to within 30 meters, and the Mongolian soldiers can rush to the front in a few seconds.At this time, if you don't hedge against melee combat, your side will lose the horse's impact potential energy-Mei Fuxi is obviously not worth relying on, and the two players can't bet that he can 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.

Picking up the gun, Mei Fuxi gritted her teeth and drew out her saber after swearing at herself as "idiot", and also urged the horse to rush over.

The speed of hedging is very fast.The two team members had just picked up the speed of their horses, and the four riders had already started to pedal wrongly.

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

In fact, the cavalry didn't have to work hard when staggering to cut people. It was more about setting the angle of the saber and waiting for the opponent to hit him: relying on the momentum of the horse can easily cut off the opponent's neck or arm.

After the four horses pedaled wrongly, the two sides quickly separated.

The result of the battle is obvious: the arm of Meng Bing, who was holding a dagger in his left hand before, flew up, and his plasma was flying, drawing a trajectory in the air like Stephen Zhou's thread of fresh flowers.

The other pair of opponents ended in a tie. The two sides fought each other in the air, and neither of them took advantage.

At this time, the Mongolian soldier was a little bit embarrassing: he had just fought with his opponent, and before his body regained his balance, Mei Fuxi had already rushed over, and took advantage of the situation to make another stab.

The Mongolian soldier's superb riding skills and superb skills saved his life.At this critical moment, he simply disengaged the stirrup of his right foot, swung his body backwards with the force of his thigh, swung his raised arm precisely, and confronted Mei Fuxi again.

The end of the first round: Fang Dayou, the bright man, formed a three-on-one situation.

The man with the broken arm was already useless at this moment: the bumping horse caused a large amount of blood to spurt from his wound, and the one-armed man who had lost his weapon was already on the verge of falling on the horse and was about to fall down at any time.

After giving the horse a buffer distance of less than ten meters, the two team members reined in the horse, turned around, raised the blood-stained long knife, and rushed towards the healthy Mongolian soldier from left to right.

Meng Bing also turned his horse's head at this time, and after a roar, he urged the horse to meet him.

Mei Fuxi, who moved a beat slower, was reining in and turning around.He had already figured it out, after the two sides kicked again by mistake, even if the Mongolian soldier survived, the shooting angle would be available, and he planned to take the gun and aim after turning the horse's head.

The next moment, Mei Fuxi was stunned.

In the evolutionary history of millions of years, human beings have engraved an instinct on their genes with countless experience and lessons: when facing a beast, an enemy or a crisis scene that is life-or-death, it is best to stay still or be scared. s Choice.

If you turn around and run away at this time, the beast will definitely pounce from behind—it is also the instinct of a beast to pounce on the prey from behind.

If you go up to fight, you will still die.

Only by not moving and creating a situation where the two sides confront each other, may there be a chance of survival.

That's why most people freak out before they face a life-or-death crisis: it's written in our genes.

Mei Fuxi was terrified at this moment—beside a boulder ten meters away to his left, that short, stocky green-skinned tartar had already stretched his bow to the full.The gray-black refined iron arrows shone coldly, just like the indifferent, deadly eyes of the Tartars.

The next moment, the bowstring was released.

(End of this chapter)