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In fact, Ma Sanbiao now looks no different from the men on the grassland, wearing dirty and greasy leather robes, his hair is scattered, his beard is messy, and his face is full of cracked wounds and scars. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Life on the grassland is hard, except for those pampered nobles, and a cadre in the naturalized city, the rest are like this, ordinary herdsmen who have the kung fu leisure to tidy up their braids, and spread more neatly.

Ma Sanbiao actually came out to deliver mare's milk wine a few times, and the thousand-strong team from Guihua City went from the generals to the cavalry below, and everyone noticed the difference in him.

When the dry Tartar cavalry drank and enjoyed themselves, their mounts gradually dispersed to graze, and the horses were three standards and one dry man, and then they got on the horse.

He waved his broadsword here, but did not directly rush down the horse, this was just an order and signal, most of the cavalry on the horse were with bows and arrows, some raised slightly, and some were directly aimed at the Tartar cavalry who had not yet reacted in the field.

Under the broadsword, the hum of the trembling bowstrings, the sharp roar of arrows breaking through the air, and then there was a scream and shouting, those who were eating meat with sheep bones in their hands, those who were drinking there with wooden bowls and skins, and those who stood up and were dazed, all killed by the rain of arrows from both sides.

More than half of the cavalry of the thousand men sent by the Alta tribe were dressed in armor, of course, there was more leather armor and less iron armor, but these armor could not defend against bows and arrows at such a distance.

Could it be that these herdsmen want to sneak attack, this is the first thought of the Tartar cavalry, the herdsmen's horn bows and horse bows are okay within thirty paces, thirty paces away, shoddy bows and arrows, it is difficult to have any lethality, the outermost companion is shot to death, and there is still a chance to kill out.

But after the rain of arrows fell, all thoughts were gone, and there were still long arrows of the Ming army, the kind of bow and arrow with great gravity and strong armor piercing, and the horn bow on the grassland was not a shoddy product, but a strong bow with great strength within fifty steps.

The sound of "poof" sounded continuously, some people rolled on the ground, some people were shot to death, watching the Tartar cavalry fall to a piece, Ma Sanbiao only then clamped his mount between his legs and rushed into the clearing.

He didn't drive the horse to gallop, it wasn't far away, the horse was just running forward in small steps, and the big knife in Ma Sanbiao's hand was reversed and held in his hand.

To say that the cavalry team of Guihua City is well-trained, even if it is too late to get on the horse and is caught off guard, it can still be divided into two groups to resist, some people rush over with swords and guns, and there is a team in the middle ready to rush out and get on the horse at any time, but in this situation, there is not much chance for them, Ma Sanbiao and others are also elite soldiers.

Anyone can see that Ma Sanbiao is their leader, a few people pounced on him with knives, and there are people behind him with bows and arrows, Ma Sanbiao doesn't care about the people who shoot arrows behind him, but just a force on the mount, the horses rush forward a few steps, and the big knife in his hand is slammed downward.

Manpower and horsepower are superimposed, although a person in front of him is wearing leather armor, but the chest and abdomen are still directly opened by the big knife, the big knife is lifted, the other hand holds the afterburner, picks it up and slashes it to the other side, and another person is cut off half of his body, and the person has time to raise the knife to block.

After chopping, the broadsword did not continue to chop, but took advantage of the situation to make a flat end, and the horse's momentum did not stop, and the tip of the broadsword stabbed into the chest of the person in front of him.

That is, a few actions, three people have fallen in front of them, and the rest of the few who rushed up were shocked, although they had the courage to charge to death, but when they were going to die, most people might not be forced to step forward.

But on the battlefield, which could accommodate them to escape, and in such a narrow space, a few Tartar cavalry just turned their backs, and their backs were hit by arrows, and they fell directly.

"Master Ma is so skilled, Zhang Yide was like this back then!!"

A man who was also wrapped in leather robes stepped forward with a bow and arrows and said with a smile, Ma Sanbiao smiled, raised his knife and said:

"Don't say that, brother, let's kill it today, and we can go back to rest for a few days."

"Haha, although the grassland is developed, but it is too tired to toss, wait for you to go back, brother, I invite you to go to the kiln in Datong, our brothers are happy!"

As he spoke, he opened his bow and arrows again, and the enemy in front of him fell in response, and Ma Sanbiao also rushed forward with a sword, and the Tartar soldiers who were about to shoot arrows had been shot down.

The scene was completely melee, the Tartar cavalry who relaxed their vigilance had no horses, and they were not prepared to resist, and they were in a mess, and the people led by Ma Sanbiao condescended to slash and shoot, completely superior, and cut a few, but Ma Sanbiao found that the front was already full of his own family slashing there.

The advantage has been determined, all that remains is to see how much can be killed, Ma Sanbiao slowed down, but a man with a wooden spear caught up and said in a rough voice:

"Old Ma, these Datong family members are really good, but they don't follow the rules very well!"

Ma Sanbiao glanced at the man on the side, and said in a low voice:

"Chihei, be quiet, the adults have orders, as long as they are obedient in the big face, they don't have to pay attention to the rest of the things."

Crimson wiped the blood from his face and said with a smile:

"Just ignore it, but these people are fat, and what things are very valuable."

After a few words, Chihei flattened the wooden spear in his hand, and rushed forward with a shout, Wang Tong's horse team in Tianjin, all the cavalry who had lived on the grassland were transferred, their team of less than four hundred people was obviously of little use, but Ma Dong selected three hundred elites from his own soldiers to be incorporated into it.

Although the border soldiers of Xuanfu and Datong did not dare to fight, the generals were indeed elite, and this cadre was just to train with the Tartars.

The two sides are combined, and there is Sanjiang Commercial Bank in Shanxi to inquire about the news, whether they are calculated or not, and the elite soldiers deal with the caravan guards, so it is naturally hand-to-hand.

Every time they looted something, at first they walked along the side wall and sent it to the military camp on the other side of Baiyangkou for storage, and later, Ma Dong used his own connections, there were two small tribes on the grassland to help transport the looted goods, and these two small tribes were sometimes where the horse team stopped.

With these concealments, it was not easy for the cavalry sent by the Ministry of Alta to the steppe to find what they had found, and as for this time, it was completely a trap and waiting for this thousand-man team to take the bait.

Ma Sanbiao was originally a rough surname, the cavalry under him, the Han and Mongolian people who came back on the grassland, have all experienced tempering disasters, and they are all strong with their surnames, and the military discipline on the grassland is not as strict as in Tianjinwei, but this cadre is like a fish in water, and he has a happy life.

In addition, the pro-soldiers sent by Ma Dong are not to mention any military discipline, the relationship between the two sides gets along very well, Ma Dong's family soldiers are naturally surnamed Ma, and Ma Sanbiao has also climbed relatives.

As soon as the slaughter began, many young men and women came out of the tents of the small tribe, and began to tidy up the tents, and put carts on the cattle, and it did not take much time for the horse team to charge the unsuspecting foot soldiers, and by the middle of the slaughter, many of the Tartars were already crying and dropping their weapons and surrendering.

At first, I also had the intention of escaping, but a few companions who were lucky enough to get on the horse were chased by this group of horse thieves and shot to death and hacked to death.

But those who surrendered on their knees did not wait for mercy and capture, the horse thieves continued to wave their weapons and scream

After the battlefield was quiet, the tents of the tribe were almost finished, and the side was full of corpses, and the smell of blood and the aroma of stewed mutton in the pot were mixed together, which was very strange.

But everyone is used to seeing life and death during this time, the scene in front of them is really nothing, and some people went to the pot to get a bowl of soup to drink, Ma Sanbiao and everyone turned over and dismounted, and the leader of the Ma family who had talked to him before followed again, looked at the corpse and exclaimed, and said: "There are so many heads, if you get it back, how can you make a Hou Ye for my family!" Ma Sanbiao didn't answer, asked a few words about the red black on the side, and said in a deep voice:

"A few died on your side, seven on my side, two were seriously injured, and sixteen were wounded."

"Sixteen dead, twenty-one wounded, this is already good, to fight more with less, I never thought that I could ambush and kill the enemy like this, such a big victory, go back and tell the brothers, I'm afraid no one will believe it!!"

"It's really a pity that the heads of these people, according to what we have set in advance, you go to search for the money first, and it will all belong to you, and then pull out your armor, cut off your head, and get a Jingguan!"

Ma Sanbiao opened his mouth and said, the person on the side agreed with a smile, turned his head and shouted loudly, a dry person was already there gearing up, and when he heard him say this, they all laughed and shouted forward.

The gold and silver were searched, the clothes and leather armor were stripped off, and the head was cut off, and there was a special treatment, the arrowhead on the corpse was dug up and recovered, and the young man in that small tribe went to collect the horses of the Tartar cavalry, and the mounts with complete saddle bridles were a great fortune.

The blood soon froze, and the heads were piled up in the clearing, and there were already scavenging birds circling in the sky, and at first everyone was excited about the seizure, but now everyone was quiet, and there was already prepared firewood and grease to pile them and the corpses together.

Ma Sanbiao took the torch and threw it up, and after the hay and grease caught fire, it immediately began to burn, and thick smoke rose into the sky, and Ma Sanbiao turned around and shouted loudly on his mount:

"Home!!"

(To be continued)

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