The Qiang leader's eyes were red as he watched the warriors of his tribe being knocked over by large spears, and his teeth were almost broken: No, this kind of impact should have knocked down the Ma Jiajun knights long ago, why did they In the impression of the Qiang leader, at the moment when the cavalry clashes, they actually have to rely on the courage not to be afraid of death, use their horses and their own courage to knock the opponent away.
Only after the impact is completely removed, can they use the weapons in their hands to fight.
Attack the opponent.
On the vast plains, there is no need to collide at all.
It is all about charging and killing, relying on high-speed maneuverability to take advantage of the opportunity to fight.
Ma Jiajun's actions completely overturned his impression.
There were no stirrups at that time in the late Han Dynasty, so the cavalry could not attack the opponent with knight's lance like the later European knights.
They could only stab with the tip of the spear, which was greatly reduced in power.
After Ma Chaoming set up both stirrups, he used every possible means to assemble his troops.
In fact, the Qiang leader had no idea that Pang De's army was just light cavalry and was not equipped with real heavy armor knight guns.
Just equipped with this simple version of the big gun.
Ma Chao's heavy cavalry were equipped with the sprint knight gun as standard equipment.
The specific equipment method is like European heavy cavalry.
A sharp metal cone is installed on the head of a long pole of about two meters.
The hardwood gun body has a hand guard at the hand position and a counterweighted wooden cone at the rear. , and at the same time, a "butt hole" was made in the saddle to absorb the impact of the assassination during a charge.
However, even though Pound's light cavalry did not wear heavy armor, they were the first cavalry in the Han Dynasty with the most complicated and excellent equipment.
If it weren't for the countless Xiliang horses at Ma's ranch, they might not be able to carry so many weapons.
At this moment, the Qiang leader could not hear any sound at all.
Apart from the pain that echoed through the sky when the big branch was broken and the miserable howls of his own people before they died, there was no other sound in his ears.
And in his red eyes, there was nothing but the chaos of flying sawdust from the big tree and the red color of the blood of his own people.
There are no other colors "Kill with me" seems to have lasted a century, or perhaps a moment, before the Qiang leader completely collapsed.
He only felt the boiling blood in his chest burning up Pang De's army.
Can't let myself survive anymore Because there is absolutely no need for him to survive: all the warriors in the tribe are dead, leaving him as the leader and 20,000 old and young, and they will end up becoming slaves of other tribes.
In this case, why don't he do it here himself?
Kill those damn Ma Jiajun As for whether the Iron Qiang Alliance would wait for their clan to be wiped out, the Qiang leader had no chance at all: from the beginning to the end, Han Sui's method was to win over the powerful tribes.
Thereby provoking internal strife within the Iron-Qiang League and achieving the goal of Han Sui's permanent dominance.
He now regrets that he coveted the weapons and food provided by Han Sui, causing his tribe to become Han Sui's weapons.
And I think of the time when the Beihe Qiang, Great Wall Qiang, Baosai Qiang, Lintai Qiang, Xiangren Qiang, Geyan Qiang and other tribes migrated to the Eastern Qiang.
He returned the troops and pursued them all the way.
At this time, the Qiang leader just wanted to know, if he had joined the Eastern Qiang, would he have ended up like he did today?
I heard that some kind of "committee" was formed over the Eastern Qiang people, which did not allow tribes to plunder and conquer each other.
If someone dares to violate this prohibition, the Ma family will issue an edict and no longer provide them with protection.
All supplies and transactions from the Han and Qiang Trading House will never be provided to the tribe again.
At that time, other tribes will also unite.
In one fell swoop, they annexed the tribes that dared to violate taboos.
In that case, there should indeed be no internal conquests among the Qiang people, right?
Our ancestors have always been like this, robbing others to survive themselves.
What's wrong with following the traditions of our ancestors?
On the way to kill, the Qiang leader kept thinking about this issue.
However, after truly seeing the cruel and violent general who was also majestic and calm, the Qiang leader gave up all thoughts and had only one thought in his mind: to use the extremely sharp scimitar in his hand to chop off the executioner's head as a memorial.
The heroic spirits of the warriors of your own tribe With a bang, the Qiang leader was shocked to find that the scimitar in his hand was broken.
And when he looked up again, what he saw was Pound's face that was full of joking and mocking: "The Scimitar of the Western Regions is indeed good.
However, among our Ma Jiajun, this is just a eliminated product."
"How can" The last thing the Qiang leader saw was the sparkling treasured blade in Pound's hand, the streamlined blade with a sharp front and a curved back, cutting his neck gracefully.
After that, the Qiang leader felt himself flying up, and below him , it is his headless body that is gushing blood like a spring.
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"The leader has been killed, the leader has been killed" When a member of the bodyguard saw the Qiang leader being killed by Pang De, he was stunned.
The only thing he could scream out was this sentence.
The remaining Qiang warriors, after seeing the power of the first round of javelins, the second round of crossbows, and the third round of arrows, suddenly discovered that the indestructible scimitars in their hands could not withstand the weapons in the hands of Ma Jiajun.
The only thing left in their hearts was His courage had completely disappeared.
When he heard that his leader had been killed, he was even more disinclined to fight.
Everyone immediately reacted: running on this vast grassland, as long as you escape, no one can stop you.
As soon as the idea came to mind, there was a pioneer, and with someone taking the lead, the defeat spread like a plague, immediately spreading throughout the entire Qiang tribe.
All the warriors gave up the fight and drove their horses in a panic.
They fled in panic like hungry ghosts from hell.
"Boys, these are all fucking military achievements, don't let me let them go."
Pang De laughed loudly and ordered his men to hunt down these defeated Qiang troops.
Looking at the stupid Liang Xing troops on the hill in the distance, the violent emotion in Pang De's eyes relaxed a little, and he shouted with a smile: "Chief Liang, at this time, why don't you come over and help me?"
"Oh, brothers, come with me."
Liang Xing heard Pang De's words and hurriedly got on his horse: "There are not many opportunities to beat up a drowned dog.
Brothers, don't let down General Pang's kindness."
Pang De conveniently hacked a Qiang warrior to death.
Hearing this, Pang De smiled on his face: Yes, this guy is quite discerning.
And after that, all that's left is a senseless killing.
At this time, there is no need to consider combat methods and tactics, nor the level of martial arts skills.
At this time, as long as you can chase down the enemy, you can kill them: hacking down the defeated soldiers who have their backs to you and are not fighting at all is really the most comfortable and simplest thing on the battlefield.
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuu" Three desolate and urgent cornet blasts sounded.
Pound glanced over and saw that as far as the eye could see, an army of at least 30,000 people appeared overwhelmingly.
They were rushing towards him with the momentum of crushing a giant dragon.
Rush over "General Pang, that's Yan Xing's main force," Liang Xing roared in horror, but Pang De just smiled calmly: "You should tell your lord this sentence."
Liang Xing looked in the direction of Pang De's finger, and saw at this moment, a large brocade flag floated towards him.
In front of the five hundred knights, a young man in brocade clothes looked at the grass that had been stained with blood, and smiled coldly: "It seems that Ling Ming did a good job." s: Fortunately, I have lived up to my mission today.
The sixth update has been completed in the wheat field.
Why do you always reward me at this time when I said six updates instead of five updates?
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You make me so embarrassed: