The six brigades of the indigenous militia of the Outer Northeast had a total of nearly 70,000 cavalry, and they poured in from all directions like a tidal wave. The main cavalry of the three divisions of Zarat, Dulbert, and Golros are all stupid, just now only 10,000 cavalry in the Far East have already beaten their tens of thousands of iron cavalry into chaos, and now there are so many of them, what a fart.

Moreover, several airships of the airship detachment also rushed to the battlefield, and several twin water-cooled heavy machine guns condescendingly and frantically harvested the lives of the Mongols.

The three main cavalry were all composed of herdsmen from many tribes, and when they saw tens of thousands of cavalry in the Far East surrounding them, they had long been reluctant to retreat, and they just wanted to return to the tribe and flee with their families.

The appearance of several huge airships suddenly caused the three tens of thousands of tribal iron horses to collapse.

Tens of thousands of Mongol cavalry began to scatter and flee, and no matter how much the tribal leaders suppressed, they could not control the situation. As a result, the leaders of the various tribes also fled with the guards, and now they only wanted to escape with the young men and women of the tribe, and the cattle, sheep, horses, and old and weak women and children could only be discarded.

This grassland suddenly became chaotic, whether it was the elite cavalry of each department, or the westward migration team of the three divisions of Zarat, Dulbert, and Golros, all of them lost their cattle and sheep and the old and weak, and fled desperately to the surroundings.

However, the brigades of the Eastern Army had formed a joint encirclement, and the Mongol cavalry of each tribe was fighting on its own. Originally, it was a grassland tribal group, and they could still unite together in normal times, but at such a critical juncture, all they thought about was how they could escape.

The wolf nature of the steppe Mongols is vividly displayed at this moment, and they fly separately when the catastrophe comes, which is a tradition of the steppe for thousands of years. What brotherly alliance, what Anda, at this time is all nonsense.

At that time, Temujin unified the steppe, and the Mongolian iron horse dominated the world. Laid down a vast empire across Europe and Asia. But as soon as he died, the Mongol Empire was instantly torn apart, until the end of the Ming Dynasty, dozens of tribes scattered in the south and north of the desert, with hundreds of thousands of people who controlled the Xuan, were easily conquered by the Later Jin regime.

The glory of the Mongols in the northern steppes was only a hundred years, and it was only a flash in the pan in history. It's already completely gone.

The militia brigades were all indigenous militias from the Far East, and their armor was varied, such as the cotton armor of Houjin, the armor of Japan, the Nanban armor of the Netherlands, the chain mail of the Ming Dynasty, the plate armor of Spain, and so on. They all wore "green hat watermelon helmets" on their heads, and the war horses were also covered with felt to prevent arrows.

They were armed with steel bows and steel arrowheads, as well as a front-loading smoothbore cap gun. Although the equipment is compared with the main cavalry brigade in the Far East, compared with the cavalry of the Mongolian tribes in this era, it is simply heaven and earth.

The Outer Northeast Indigenous Militia Brigade has been training for several months, and the cooperation between the various departments has long been very tacit. They maintain formation. Roaring and rushing towards the fleeing Mongol cavalry. The platoon leader conveyed the order in turn, although the various tactical actions were not so uniform, but it was more than enough to deal with the Mongolian tribal cavalry fleeing in a hurry.

Hikten controlled the war horse and followed the brigade of indigenous militia to rush and kill. He had already taken off the heavy bow behind him, mounted a bone arrow, and rode into battle.

These are natives from the outer northeastern tribes, because they have no armor on them. And the equipment is also relatively shabby, and it is all arranged behind the indigenous militias of the Far East. Serve as a ranger on the periphery, responsible for eliminating the fish that slip through the net.

The battle on the battlefield ahead had already begun, and the dense sound of guns and artillery continued to be heard, and a large number of Mongols also took advantage of the chaos to escape. Hikten and the others also rushed forward and stopped the Mongol cavalry, and the dense rain of arrows shot them off their horses.

Hikten on the battlefield for the first time. I was very nervous. His whole body was trembling, and an arrow from the opposite side just now flew over his head, startling him into a cold sweat.

Because of his nervousness, the few arrows he shot missed all, and he watched the indigenous cavalry around him achieve results. Hickten was also anxious. He carried his bow and arrows behind his back, drew his harpoon, and held it in his hand. The fish that has been stuck in the Dashan River Valley for several years, his harpoon is very accurate, and even the father who has been fishing all his life admires him.

He stared at the Mongolian cavalry in front of him, lying on the back of the war horse, dodging the arrows fired by the other party, and suddenly got up and threw the harpoon in his hand.

"Poof".

The harpoon pierced the chest of one of the Mongolian tribal cavalrymen, causing him to fall from his horse. Several of his Mongol cavalrymen were also killed by others with bone arrows.

Hikten rushed forward with his mighty horse, stopped the horse of the Mongol cavalryman, and then rushed over and leaned down to pull his harpoon from the Mongol cavalryman.

He was very excited, this was the first Mongol he had killed.

At this time, his squad leader ran over and laughed, "Haha...... Boy, that's good...... I will remember this result for you, and this horse is yours too. ”

Hikten was a little embarrassed by the squad leader's praise, and when he heard the squad leader say that this war horse belonged to him, his heart suddenly became excited. The old horse he rode out of his house had run so hard just now that it would be useless even if he went back. The war horse of the Mongolian tribal cavalry is a good horse at first glance.

The Mongol cavalry then escaped from the fierce battle, but was immediately wiped out by the indigenous cavalry on the periphery, and Hikten was lucky enough to kill three more Mongols with harpoons and bows.

The first time he went to the battlefield, he achieved such a result, and his battalion commander came over to praise him a few words. Hikten was very excited now, he knew that after this battle, he would definitely be able to bring enough food back to the tribe, and then their family's food for wintering would be gone.

Hickten became more and more courageous, and his skills cultivated by hunting and fishing in the mountains with his father all year round were also vividly displayed. In order to kill a few more Mongols, he got carried away and gradually broke away from the indigenous cavalry of the brigade and chased the lone Mongols on the periphery as much as possible.

As soon as he pulled the harpoon from the corpse of a Mongol, he saw a dozen Mongol tribal cavalry rushing towards him. Hikten was blindsided at that time, and he wanted to turn his horse's head and flee from here, but as soon as he ran out of the horse, he was hit by an arrow in his crotch, and the horse fell, and he rolled on the ground a few times before stopping.

Shikten endured the severe pain in his body, struggled to his feet, picked up the harpoon that had fallen beside him, and threw it at several Mongolian cavalrymen who rushed in front of him.

The harpoon pierced one of the Mongols with precision, but several other Mongol cavalry had already rushed in front of him. He could even see the smirk on the face of the Mongol, who was trying to kill him with a horse.

Hikten looked at the war horse that was getting closer and closer to him in despair, and thought sadly in his heart, I am going to die, it seems that the food for the wintering at home has not been found this year, and I hope that Far East will be able to send his pension to his father. (To be continued......)

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