My brother Ying Zheng, who dares to kill me?.

Chapter 1052: This is the watershed between knights and cavalry! How can I be so brave? !
"Gaoqiao Saddle?" Ying Zheng chewed on the name and looked at the object tied to the horse's back thoughtfully: "My brother, do you mean to say that this is a saddle?"

"It is named Takahashi Saddle because it is very high compared to today's saddles and looks like an upside-down bridge?"

There are generally two types of saddles in the world today. The low-ranking cavalry sews multiple layers of linen together to form a butt pad, and then ties the butt pad to the horse's back with a belly band to make a saddle.

The Gaojue cavalry used various animal leathers to make exquisite, luxurious and comfortable butt pads, which might be decorated with hooks for temporarily placing weapons and quivers. The butt pads were then tied to the horse's back with a belly strap to form a saddle.

Yes, the saddle in the world today is just a butt pad. Although the style and shape are different from the butt pads commonly used in later generations, its main function is to prevent the knight from being hit on the butt by the spine of the warhorse!

Although the Gaoqiao saddle presented in front of Ying Zheng was also covered with a layer of pigskin, just by looking at the high raised front and back sides, Ying Zheng was certain that there must be a large and solid wooden structure supporting it under the pigskin.

Ying Zheng looked at Ying Chengjiao seriously and asked, "Everyone knows that the heavier the load a warhorse carries, the less it will last."

"Therefore, in our Great Qin army, war horses are forbidden to carry loads and can only carry knights."

"Although I haven't weighed it myself, I know this Gaoqiao saddle must be heavy."

"If a warhorse is forced to carry this Gaoqiao saddle all the time, it will have to carry dozens of kilograms of weight for a long time, and its physical strength will definitely be inferior to that of a horse carrying an ordinary saddle."

"If you want to maintain horsepower, this saddle must be transported by a Changan carriage on weekdays, which will add pressure to logistics."

"If we suddenly encounter an enemy, the time it takes to equip this Takahashi saddle may delay the opportunity to fight!"

"Where is the benefit of this thing?"

An old lady can carry an ordinary saddle around, and it is even lighter than a horse. There is no need to remove or transport it, just let the horse carry it on its back.

But just by estimating with the naked eye, Ying Zheng knew that this Gaoqiao saddle weighed at least twenty (Qin) pounds.

Is it called conserving horsepower to let a warhorse carry such a heavy object all the time? That is called wasting horsepower!

However, if the war horses are not allowed to carry such heavy objects in peacetime, equipping them just before war may delay the opportunity to fight.

At first glance, Ying Zheng saw many shortcomings of this Gaoqiao saddle, and then...

Ying Zheng was even more looking forward to it!
What huge advantages does this Gaoqiao saddle have that can allow the prince to ignore its many disadvantages!

Facing Ying Zheng's expectant gaze, Ying Chengjiao did not explain, but looked at Ying Zheng with a smile and said, "Brother, you will know after you try it."

Ying Zheng raised his eyebrows: "Oh?"

"Then Brother Nai will try it himself!"

As he spoke, Ying Zheng walked to the left side of the warhorse, ready to mount by placing his hands on the horse's back.

But as soon as Ying Zheng put his hands on the horse's back, he found an iron object hanging under the saddle.

With a slight change of mind, Ying Zheng did not climb directly onto the horse's back as he had done in the past. Instead, he supported the saddle on the horse's back with one hand, stepped one foot on the iron object, and tried it with a little force.

Hey! This thing is much more useful than a meat stool!

Ying Chengjiao took the opportunity to remind him, "This is a stirrup."

"It takes longer to mount a horse with stirrups than to climb onto it, and the horse may move during this time."

"Brother, you can hold the bridge with one hand and step on the stirrup with one foot. This will be more convenient."

Following Ying Chengjiao's instructions, Ying Zheng grabbed the front bridge of the saddle with his left hand, stepped his left foot into the stirrup, exerted a little force on his waist and core, then jumped up and easily stepped onto the horse's back.

When he got on the horse, Ying Zheng's shocked eyes were still looking down at the stirrup under his feet: "This thing! This thing!"

"It is truly a knight's sacred object!"

Ying Chengjiao chuckled: "Is this amazing?"

"Brother, go on!"

As he spoke, Ying Chengjiao took out a short bow and a quiver full of arrows from the box and threw them at Ying Zheng.

Ying Zheng immediately collected his thoughts, stretched out his hands to grab the short bow and quiver, and put them behind his back with ease.

Then Ying Chengjiao made way, extended his right hand, raised his eyebrows and asked with a smile: "I haven't practiced for many years. I wonder how your martial arts are, brother. Are you still used to riding a horse?"

Ying Zheng smiled and pointed at Ying Chengjiao: "Don't underestimate me!"

As he spoke, Ying Zheng lightly clamped his legs around the horse's belly.

The horse's four hooves pedaled slowly and its body swayed slightly, but Ying Zheng's face had changed, and he looked at the Takahashi saddle beneath him with horror.

Perhaps he couldn't believe his own guess, so Ying Zheng ignored the fact that he was not yet fully familiar with the harness and shouted: "Go~"

The horse did not dare to hesitate and immediately spread out its four hooves and galloped away at full speed.

On horseback, Ying Zheng's expression became more and more solemn, and he murmured softly: "The horse is galloping wildly, but I don't feel my body shaking?"

"Is this the reason why my brother wants to use this thing even though he knows the great disadvantages of it?"

The warhorse did not move at a constant speed, but rather moved in a slightly jerky manner.

A rider riding on a horse is like standing on the roof of a truck that is traveling at high speed, turning frequently and going over speed bumps. If he is not careful, he may fall off the horse.

At that time, there was only one word waiting for the knight - death!

The knight had to clamp his legs tightly around the horse's belly to stabilize his body in order to avoid such a tragedy.

However, it is only a possibility. If the horse suddenly starts and stops, or the knight encounters external force, the knight may still be thrown off the horse. More importantly, it takes a lot of strength to clamp the horse's body with both legs. After riding for a while, the knight's legs will be tired, cramped, or even bloody!
This directly led to the fact that the cavalry long-distance raid tactics of this era were tactics that could only be adopted by nomadic tribes or the elite of China.

But now, what did Ying Zheng feel? !

With a ruthless heart, Ying Zheng grabbed the reins with one hand and held Gaoqiao with the other, and relaxed his legs slightly, and relaxed again, until they were completely off the horse!

Ying Zheng: (°Д°)
Ying Zheng's eyes widened, his pupils filled with shock: "With this item, the knight no longer needs to clamp his legs against the horse's body to control himself?!"

"If this is the case, the knight's legs won't have to exert force all the time when he's running long distances. The time and distance of the knight's run will no longer depend on the knight himself, but on the horse under his crotch!"

what does this mean?
As long as this Takahashi saddle is installed on a large scale in the army, the knights' long-distance raid tactics will no longer be special tactics that can only be used by a small group of elite troops, but will become regular tactics that can be carried out by all the knights in the army.

Even though Ying Zheng only had an understanding of warfare but not a mastery of it, he could still perceive the strategic significance of the changes involved!
Suddenly, a loud shout came into Ying Zheng's ears with the wind: "Brother, don't let your feet go empty, step firmly on the stirrups!"

Ying Zheng came to his senses and immediately put his feet into the stirrups as Ying Chengjiao had said.

Seeing this, Ying Chengjiao shouted again: "Stand up!"

Ying Zheng laughed: "Stand up?"

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"How can a man get up again after he has been riding on a horse?"

How can a person stand up when he is riding on a horse, not standing on the ground?
Even the Chanqi cavalry, who were capable of close combat and charging into battle on horseback, could not stand up!
Thinking of this, Ying Zheng stood up.

Ying Zheng: [_?]
He lowered his head to look at the distance between his lower body and the horse's back.

He turned his head to look at his feet firmly in the stirrups.

Ying Zheng: 0ДQ
Ying Zheng cried out in shock: "I really stood up?!"

How can it be?

How is this possible!
The fact that a person could even stand up on the horse was beyond Ying Zheng's cognition and imagination!
But Ying Chengjiao did not give Ying Zheng a chance to express his shock, and asked loudly: "Brother, can you still hold the sword?!"

Ying Zheng was forced to break free from his shock by Ying Chengjiao's shout. When he turned around, he saw Ying Chengjiao standing in the same place with his sword raised high.

Ying Zheng was even more shocked: "My brother, are you planning to fight me in close combat?"

Ying Chengjiao spread his legs slightly to stabilize his lower body, then smiled and nodded at Ying Zheng.

Ying Zheng pursed his lips, pulled the reins, turned around and rushed back, while also drawing the sword at his waist.

The series of shocks left Ying Zheng no time to think carefully.

But his subconscious mind had long urged Ying Zheng to warn him loudly: "If you fall from your horse, your life will depend on me!"

Ying Chengjiao laughed out loud: "Brother, if you don't want to fall off your horse, then you should keep your foot on the stirrup!"

"Remember, keep your toes up and your heels down, and don't step too deep!"

As the shout rang out, the two swords had already collided!
"Dang~~~"

The sound of metal clashing rang out, and broken copper pieces flew everywhere. All the ministers, guards, eunuchs, castrators and household soldiers felt their hearts tighten and they gripped their weapons tightly, but under the strict orders, they dared not move at all.

At the core of the Royal Garden, Ying Zheng felt a pain in his wrist, but he had no time to pay attention to the discomfort in his wrist. Instead, he stared at the gap in his sword and murmured in shock: "I have endured such a huge force that the sword is broken, but I am still not off my horse?!"

Ying Zheng could feel that Ying Chengjiao's wrist went limp and he lost his strength at the last moment.

But even so, the power of Ying Chengjiao's sword just now was not something that ordinary people could withstand.

More importantly, Ying Zheng was riding on a horse!

Having to withstand such a huge force, Ying Zheng not only fell off his horse, but even the swaying of his body was restricted within the Takahashi saddle!
How dare I be so brave!!!

No, it’s not that I suddenly became brave.

This Takahashi saddle and stirrup developed by my brother are too terrifying!
Ying Chengjiao's voice sounded like heavenly music again behind Ying Zheng: "Brother, take the bow!"

This time, Ying Zheng simply gave up thinking and took out the short bow from behind him, and pulled out an arrow at the same time.

Seeing this, Ying Chengjiao suddenly exerted force with both arms, threw the wooden box into the sky, and shouted: "Turn around and shoot!"

Ying Zheng followed his muscle memory and pulled the bow to turn left, only to find that the wooden box was right behind him!
Ying Zheng immediately used his legs to give orders to the horse under his crotch, making it turn left so that the wooden box would be within the range of Ying Zheng's bow and arrow.

However, Ying Chengjiao shouted again: "Half stand up! Turn your hips! Shoot!"

Upon hearing this, Ying Zheng no longer waited for the warhorse, but stepped firmly on the stirrups with both feet as Ying Chengjiao said, supported himself and stood up in a half-squat position. At the same time, he turned his hips to the left as far as possible and bent his upper body along the way, and the wooden box appeared right in front of the arrow!
Ying Zheng did not hesitate at all and released the bowstring in an instant.

"Boom~~~"

With a dull thud, the wooden box fell to the ground under the force of gravity.

Looking back at the arrow firmly stuck in the side of the wooden box, Ying Zheng's pupils slightly dilated: "It's possible to hit it from such a position!"

"Am I already in a dream?"

First he went through a brainstorming session for ten hours, then he galloped on horseback to expend his energy, and then he encountered so many shocks, so big, and so beyond his imagination.

Ying Zheng’s brain is about to go on strike!

(End of this chapter)