"What is this XX for? To send to death? Zhong Shixin heard a soldier behind him mutter, and he agreed in his heart, and then looked at the Mongolian family members who were going away, and he immediately realized in his heart that these people were here to delay time and find a way for their families to survive.

Although he understood the true purpose of the other party's action, he also had some sympathy in his heart, but Zhong Shixin was a soldier, and he was also a card commander, he needed to be responsible for the battle plan of the whole army, and he was also responsible for his 20 brothers.

As a mature officer, the expression on his face quickly changed to resoluteness, because he was pretending to be a Ming army without the iconic pump-action rifle, so Zhong Shixin gave an order, and the team immediately changed formation while casually drawing an old-fashioned flintlock pistol, ready to attack after approaching.

Seeing that there were still dozens of meters away, the Mongolian cavalry on the opposite side suddenly turned sideways, the cavalry bow in his hand collapsed and rang out, and the light arrows shot head-on at the speed of the horse, and the horse of a scout was shot at the vital part by several feathered arrows, and the front hooves rolled to the ground as soon as they were weak, throwing the rider above several meters away.

"I'm the next Ao!"

There was a burst of exclamation from the ranks of the reconnaissance platoon, they did not expect that these Mongols would be able to shoot on horseback at such a distance.

This is not a simple matter, you know, on the south bank of the Yalu River and the Houjin Tartars have been fighting for several years, they have seen a lot of mounted shooting, but those enemies are only about 30 meters away from the cavalry, no matter how far away, there is no guarantee of the hit rate.

However, now, just seven or eight Mongolian cavalrymen, far more than 30 meters away, just a round of cavalry shooting, actually shot one of their own horses, this is really the first time they have encountered it.

However, fortunately, the scouts were all veterans of combat experience, and after only a little surprise, they quickly adjusted their mood and accelerated to get closer to the enemy.

The Mongol cavalry bypassed from the flanks, and arrows came from their bows in their hands.

Zhong Shixin secretly cursed, "Bastard, next time you must not stop the nonsense of those guys in logistics, you have to come with a revolver whenever you say anything." ”

At this distance, the smoothbore flintlock pistol has no accuracy at all, and, after a round of fire, it can only be abandoned for the time being and used other weapons to fight. In desperation, Zhong Shixin could only encourage everyone to seize the time to ride a horse and chase together.

The Mongolian cavalry was extremely skilled, and after running diagonally, they ran back in the direction they had come, and they could even step on the stirrups, and then stand up with their upper bodies off the horse's back, carrying the reconnaissance platoon Zhong Shixin behind them to shoot.

Although the war horses ridden by Zhong Shixin and others are also Mongolian horses, they have also been well trained and fed, and their physique is the best among Mongolian horses, far surpassing the ordinary horses ridden by the Mongolian cavalry opposite.

However, counting the whole body equipment, logistics support, etc., the weight of these war horses is also far greater than that of the Mongolian cavalry on the opposite side, and they are used to riding those more fierce and tacit dragon horses and mixed-breed dragon horses, and the tacit understanding between these riders and these Mongolian horses is not very good, and they can't catch up at all for a while.

Zhong Shixin had no choice but to put away the flintlock pistol, however, this does not mean that the soldiers of the reconnaissance platoon are powerless to fight back, on the contrary, as veterans who have been in the army for several years and have undergone strict and systematic training and have rolled in the war countless times, the unique skills in the hands of these scouts are by no means worse than the feudal old fritters who have fought for decades, and even surpassed.

Zhong Shixin gave an order, and everyone in this team quickly drew their riding bows from the double inserts on the side of the horse, and launched a confrontation with the Mongolian cavalry running in front.

It's a pity that today's reconnaissance platoon was so bad that just as they were preparing to counterattack, a gust of wind blew, and they were just going against the wind.

In this kind of wind direction with a serious bias, no matter how amazing the shooting skills of the veterans of the reconnaissance platoon were, they could not compare with the Mongolian cavalry in front of them in terms of accuracy and lethality.

There is no way, the feather arrows they shoot will be blown away from the course by the strong wind, and the Mongols on the opposite side, when they shoot reflexively, the feather arrows shoot along the wind, and the lethality is greatly increased by such a bonus.

Four rounds of fire did not hit a single fleeing Mongol cavalryman, but another scout's horse was knocked over by the man on the opposite side.

"Don't chase it!" Zhong Shixin shouted, it is impossible for people to compete with nature, at least, they don't have this ability now, and he can't tolerate the loss of this group of elites of the special service group here.

When the Mongol cavalry saw that the pursuers had stopped, they also slowed down with a smile on their faces, and the previous few rounds of confrontation had given them a great deal of confidence, and they discussed that if these enemies left, they planned to fight back.

With this excellent riding skills and excellent riding and archery skills, as well as the blessing of the Immortal Heaven, they were confident that they could take down those Ming troops.

Zhong Shixin pointed to the valley where the Mongols had lived before, ordered the trumpeter to blow the assembly horn, and ordered the other three teams in the platoon to assemble in the tent area over there.

The first to come over there, Zhong Shixin immediately ordered, "Get off the horse, take a step and shoot a strong bow and come out to prepare." As he spoke, the other two teams of men and horses also rushed to him and dismounted and prepared together.

Although there is still a class of people who have not returned, Zhong Shixin is not worried, if there is an accident, there will be a trumpet sound a long time ago, since there is no signal, it means that the remaining class of his side is fine.

The scouts dismounted and took out their bow bows, each wearing his own wrenches and adjusting the angle, some of these wrenches were issued by the army, and many were trophies obtained during the battle with Houjin.

Under normal circumstances, the strength of the riding bow is not comparable to that of the stepping bow, and under the same process and time, the strength of the shorter riding bow cannot be compared with the long walking bow.

The effective range of the riding bow is only 30 meters, and the armor piercing is even more needless to think about, far from being compared with the effective range of more than 70 meters of the infantry bow.

Although they were a little disgraced in the battle just now, these scouts were not very angry, they had all encountered even more miserable battle situations than this, if they couldn't keep a clear mind, in this war-torn world, they would have been a group of dead people.

Turning his head to look at the other side, Zhong Shixin looked at those cattle and sheep, his eyes rolled, he is also from Liaodong, and he also understands the Mongolians, and now these cattle and sheep are the hope of the Mongolians next year.

Moreover, more importantly, the taxes of Houjin are extremely heavy, if there are no cattle and sheep, they will not be able to survive under the rule of Houjin Eight Banners, and Houjin will never be polite to people who have no food.

"Stay here, don't let them steal any sheep."

"Platoon commander, what are you doing here? We can't get rid of these sheep. ”

"Whoever wants to take these sheep away, I am going to hang the hearts of these people and wait for a good opportunity to fight."

"Oh, I see."

Zhong Shixin also took out the step bow, now the time is on his side, as long as the other squad also returns, the number of them will exceed 20.

In the face of these seven or eight Mongol cavalrymen, after outnumbering the enemy by three times, even if the natural conditions are more favorable to the enemy, he has countless ways to concoct them, which is the absolute confidence of a mature officer.