The horse archers galloped in front, and the people in the steppes were also chasing **** their horses.

"Damn it! Why can't you catch up with them!"

The steppe cavalry lashed fiercely on the hips of the hip-horse with their whips, hoping to catch up with those **** cowardly enemies sooner.

However, no matter how they accelerate, the two teams are like a parallel line, no matter how close they can be.

The horse archers marched fast in front, and they even left room for it, and they didn't try their best to drive the horses at the fastest speed.

They are not ordinary herders. The horses under the crotch are all fine horses carefully selected from the nearly one million horses of the Kujit Khanate. They have extremely strong endurance and excellent speed.

Because of the harsh environment and low productivity, the steppe people not only established a large-scale war horse breeding system, but sometimes even the basic requirements of nomads such as one person, one horse, etc. could not meet the basic requirements.

Although the grazing team in front of us is a horse, but in the final analysis it is only a means of transportation when grazing. It is completely two concepts from the horses used by the archers for combat.

Just like military armored vehicles and civilian cars, there is a big gap.

Therefore, even if the horses under their hips have reached the limit, they can still only eat snow foam behind the riding archers.

With a disdainful smile at the corner of Tillyhan's mouth, he looked sideways at the enemy army behind him, and then took out an arrow from the quiver on the horseback again, measured his body and pulled the bow towards the enemy army behind him.

"Wow!"

The shrill sound was not so obvious under the cover of the sound of horseshoes. An arrow shot into the neck of a prairie cavalry at an extremely tricky angle to the south, like a viper.

"what……"

With a scream, the cavalry hitting the arrow fell off his horse.

The horse archers beside Tilihan also opened their bows and shot arrows, as if eating and drinking water, they easily shot the arrows to the chaser behind him.

Five or six people fell off the horse again. Among them, there was already a panic, looking at the horse archers who were running easily ahead with horrified eyes.

At this time, the horse archer has become the urging death **** in their hearts.

The opponent can kill himself with an arrow at any time, but he has no way to threaten the enemy.

This kind of asymmetrical battle almost broke their hearts.

The most frightening thing is that the endurance of the horse they have been relying on does not seem to be an advantage.

The high-intensity chase has lasted for nearly ten minutes, and the horses under their hips have begun to pant, and some of them have even lost their strength.

But the enemy in front of them was still running at a uniform speed with ease, with no signs of exhaustion.

As a result, these steppe cavalry gradually began to slow down, and their minds no longer had the idea of ​​confronting this group of impossible enemies.

Even the leader of the rationing team didn't dare to step forward, and a few rounds of arrows had completely collapsed them.

Tillihan, who was running ahead, saw the enemy slowing down. He didn't know that the opponent could not bear it, so he ordered the horse archers to slow down and continue shooting at the enemy.

Riding a kite has little defensive effect on standing guard and equipped with a powerful bow, but it has a great advantage for the infantry phalanx without the protection of the bow and the melee cavalry whose speed is not as good as theirs.

Tillihan used the guerrilla tactics of advancing and retreating the enemy to the fullest. In any case, he kept a certain distance, neither let the enemy approach him nor let the enemy leave, and consumed them continuously with arrows.

Finally, fear completely occupied their hearts. No matter what punishment they would suffer, they fought horses to escape here.

How could Tirighan allow such a thing to happen, when he ordered the horse archers around him to disperse, and rush towards the fleeing enemy like an off-string arrow.

How could the prairie cavalry, who are exhausted and have lost the courage to fight, be the opponents of experienced horse archers. Although their strongest skill is riding and shooting, the machete at the waist is not a display.

The skill of using a scimitar is integrated into the blood of every Kujit man and cannot be erased.

In just a few minutes, this team was completely wiped out by the horse archers, and those who could be captured could be captured, and a series of enemies who wanted to escape became the dead souls of the horse archers.

"Head, it's all solved!" The horse archers tied the prisoners with the rope they carried, and rode the stumbling prisoners to Tirighan's front.

"Good job guys, Master Yan will definitely reward you heavily!" Tillyhan counted the number of people with a smile, and after confirming that he had not paid any casualties, he waved his hand and said, "Master Yan should have been waiting for you. Now we will go back!"

They captured five prairie cavalry, as the commander of the multi-functional arms on the battlefield, Tilihan's mind is very delicate.

He knew that Lord Yan, who had just arrived here not long ago, must need a group of prisoners to get information from their mouths.

When they returned to the rest of the army, Rainer admired their behavior.

The dozen or so carts of food brought back by Rainer were treated as if they were taken by someone, but when he saw the five prisoners, he was even more satisfied with Tirighan.

"Well done Tillihan~lightnovelpub.net~ You should have a jazz title and your beneficiary!" Reiner smiled and patted Tillihan on the shoulder, and walked towards the five captured prairie cavalry. .

At this time, they all looked desperate. Seeing that the more gorgeously dressed big figure approached, they couldn't help but show a sense of panic.

"Tell me the number of people who invaded this time, and the reason for the invasion, who is your master!" Leiner paced back and forth, reaching out his fingers and pointing.

These prairie cavalry seemed to have been beaten up, maybe because they couldn't understand the Redka language, and they all showed a confused look when they heard Lena's words.

Rainer frowned. The language barrier was a big problem.

On the other side, the culprit who led the army to invade the northern territory, Prince Samuzha was sitting worriedly in a large tent playing with the knife in his hand.

Although he had plundered a lot of food, most of the food reserves were properly kept in the towering castles. The food they looted was simply not enough for 50,000 people to survive this cold winter.

The painful look on his face, if it weren't for his **** elder brother to join the Amato Department, how could he and his people fall into such a difficult and embarrassing situation?

Samuzha was the little prince of the Pakuten family. King Pakuten died in an autumn hunt. As King Pakuten's most beloved son, he was supported by many people in the tribe.

He thought he could easily take over his father's inheritance and become the new king of the 80,000 Pakuten people.

But what he didn't expect was that his brother Morsh colluded with the Agur tribe of the central tribe and borrowed five thousand cavalry to drive him away from the huge pasture where the Pakuten department has been inhabited for generations.

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