"The sound of horseshoes?" A prairie man walking in the front frowned and looked around, very sensitive to the looming sound of horseshoes.

The other cavalry also showed a surprised look, and took out the scimitars from their waists to warn them.

With the passage of time, the sound of horseshoes became louder and louder, like a shower of rain, like thunder.

The war horses under the crotch of these prairie people were also a little nervous, and they rang their noses one after another.

"It won't be a friendly army. There is no second rationing team nearby! It can only be an enemy!" The grasslander who led the team reacted immediately and shouted: "Get ready to fight! It must be Rhett. The Cavaliers of Cards are here!"

They had also seen the knights of Renner's vassals before. At the beginning, the invasion was only a small amount of infiltration, so the vassals sent knights to meet them.

The combat effectiveness of the knights is naturally not covered. Although these prairie people are also cavalry, in the final analysis it is not that they do not need to do anything. The only responsibility in the daily life is to train the knights. There is still a big gap in combat effectiveness. .

Therefore, some small groups of troops were directly defeated by the attacking knights, and it was not until the arrival of the large troops that the lords chose to hide in the castle not to confront them head-on.

Therefore, the leader of the rationing team seemed very nervous, and it was not easy to escape by relying on the mobility of the horses. The knights often took off the horse armor in order to fight them.

Their horses are all highly explosive breeds, which are naturally different from the horses known for endurance on the grassland. Only when the knights can't catch up with them within ten minutes can they escape smoothly.

Other people on the prairie also knew this, and they drew out the scimitars from their waists. In the past, the prairie was not far from the north, and there were some rare iron ore in the past.

Therefore, although the iron armor appears to be very luxurious, the iron pan and iron knife are not a burden that cannot be afforded.

They are all ready to be buried here. For Nayan who has already taken advantage, such an escape is unforgivable, even for the small tribe attached to Nayan, let alone his headquarters. The boss.

"Forty horses...50 horses..." This group of cavalry mounted their horses and listened. Although they are not dealing with horses all the time, they can still distinguish the number of enemies by listening to their voices.

"Five...50 knights?" The chain armor that had been frozen to red, the leader of the rationing team, had lost its blood. He didn't know how he would deal with such a large number of enemies.

Although I have brought more than fifty people, in the final analysis, they are all poor herders. How do they compare with those professional soldiers?

At this moment, his heart sank to the bottom.

Tillihan wears a prairie-style tasseled helmet on his head, and he wears leather armor and half-length chain armor. Most of the horse archers behind him are also like this. In order to maintain agility and lightness, they rarely carry heavy loads.

When he appeared in front of the steppe cavalry with the team, he couldn't help but surprised the opponent.

Because they discovered that this group of people did not seem to be knights with lances and swords from the equipment.

Although the style of the scimitar hung around the waist is somewhat different from them, the principle is generally the same, and the bow in the opponent's hand is never carried by the group of knights.

"Perhaps... they are not those powerful knights!"

A hint of hope rose in the hearts of the people on the grasslands. Although the weapons and equipment on the opponents were still much better than their own, they had at least some fighting power in Stride.

The black tassel on Tillihan's helmet trembles wildly and violently, and the wind buries into his body along every gap in his clothes, takes a flat arrow from the quiver on the horseback, and puts it on the bowstring.

To deal with this group of enemies without armor, three-sided arrows are still not available.

Seeing the commander's movements, the horse archers behind them all learned how to draw their bowstrings.

Needless to mention Lihan's order, these skilled archers with bows and horses consciously shot the formation into a single word, not only reducing the discipline of accidentally wounding their comrades, but also spreading the shooting surface.

"This... can they draw bows on horseback?" The steppe cavalry who also started to ride their horses looked at each other's movements unanimously and gave rise to such doubts and confusion in their hearts.

I have to say that this group of nomads is too immature and primitive compared to the Kujit or the prototype Mongolians of the Kujit.

Even the Kazakhs in Central Asia or the Finns in Eastern Europe are far apart from the Hungarians, that is, the Hungarians.

Not only the number of horses is not as good as that of the nomads in Lena’s previous life, but also the quality. Their combativeness and bloodthirsty are also far from as good. Most herders only use war horses as an ordinary means of transportation, except for herding and migration. Apart from riding slowly at the time, there was no other in-depth practice.

Coupled with the harsh living environment and low survival rate on the grasslands, there are not many opportunities for tribal melee on the huge grasslands.

In addition, there are not many times of plundering, which leads to their offensive and combat effectiveness not as good as the nomads in Lena's previous life, but simply maintains the combative nature of some peoples with harsh environments.

Therefore, when they met the Kujites who regarded war horses as family, a herdsman family with at least a dozen horses, they were naturally afraid.

When they were amazed, the distance between the two sides had been pulled in several tens of meters, and they had just finished accelerating.

The distance of thirty to forty meters is just suitable for bow riding.

Tillihan released the bowstring, and the arrow was instantly ejected by the bursting force of the bow arm.

Fifty arrows fell on the prairie people at this moment.

In just one round of shooting, five people screamed and fell.

But just when these prairie cavalry thought they could exert their strength in close hand-to-hand combat, Tillihan suddenly waved his hand.

The cavalry was divided into two groups and galloped to the side, not fighting them at all.

"This is too shameful!"

This is the voice of every grasslander now.

They have never seen such a formation. The nomads in the north themselves are weak because of the cold and lack of resources~lightnovelpub.net~ they don't want to be as strong as the nomads in the south and have experienced the sweep of the empire.

Thinking that the battle is a horse riding straight ahead, and then cutting off your head with a knife.

Faced with such a tactic, they had no idea what to do.

"Act separately! Catch up with them!"

Seeing that the enemy did not dare to confront him head-on, the head of the rationing team thought that they were afraid of him, so he confidently let the prairie cavalry under his command split into two paths to chase the cowardly enemies.

Anyway, I am riding a prairie horse with strong endurance. If I chase for a long time, I am not afraid of not being able to catch up with the enemy. As long as I catch up with them, it will definitely be a hearty hack!

Tillihan didn't know what the other person was thinking, and he was overjoyed to see this scene.

For the endurance of a prairie horse under the crotch, he has not seen anything comparable to it.

Now when I meet someone who is as strong as my own endurance, my heart is almost happy.