Black Iron Crown

The archers on horseback rode their horses and galloped ahead, while the grassland people also chased hard on their horses.

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

The prairie cavalry slapped the hips of their horses with whips fiercely, hoping to catch up with those damn cowardly enemies in front of them faster.

However, no matter how fast they speed up, the two teams are like a parallel line, and they can't get closer.

The cavalry and archers were advancing fast in front, and they even had spare energy, and they did not use all their strength to drive the horses to the fastest speed.

They are not ordinary herdsmen. The horses under their crotch are excellent war horses carefully selected from the nearly one million horses of the Kujit Khanate. They have extremely strong endurance and relatively excellent speed.

However, due to the harsh environment and low productivity, the grassland people not only established a large-scale war horse breeding system, but sometimes even failed to meet the basic requirements of nomads such as one person and one horse.

Although the food requisition team in front of us has one horse per person, in the final analysis, it is only a means of transportation for grazing, and it is completely different from the horses specially used for combat by the archers.

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

Therefore, even though the horses under their crotches have reached their limits, they still can only eat snow foam behind the cavalry and archers.

A disdainful smile appeared on the corner of Tillihan's mouth, and he looked sideways at the enemy army behind him, then took out an arrow from the quiver on the horse's back again, and stretched his riding bow towards the enemy army behind him.

"Whoosh!"

The sharp sound was not so obvious under the cover of the sound of horseshoes, and an arrow shot into the neck of a prairie cavalry at an extremely tricky angle like a poisonous snake.

"ah……"

With a scream, the cavalryman who was hit by the arrow fell off his horse.

The cavalry archers beside Tillihan also opened their bows and shot arrows one after another, as if they were eating and drinking, and easily shot the arrows at the pursuers behind them.

Another five or six people fell off their horses. Panic had already developed among them, and they looked at the cavalry and archers who were running easily in front of them with horrified eyes.

At this time, the mounted archer seemed to be the god of death in their hearts.

The opponent can kill him with arrows at any time, but he has no way to threaten the enemy.

Such unequal battles almost broke their hearts.

The most frightening thing is that the endurance of the horses 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 crotches have begun to pant, and some of them have even lost their strength.

But the enemies in front of them were still running at a constant speed easily, showing no signs of exhaustion.

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

Even the leader of the food requisition team did not dare to step forward, and several rounds of arrow strikes had completely collapsed them.

Tirihan, who was running ahead, saw that the enemy had slowed down. He didn't know that the enemy could no longer bear it, so he ordered the cavalry and archers to slow down and continue shooting at the enemy.

Riding a kite has little effect on self-defense for being ready and equipped with a powerful infantry bow, but it has a great advantage for infantry phalanxes without infantry protection and melee cavalry who are not as fast as them.

Tillihan fully demonstrated the guerrilla tactics of the enemy advancing and retreating. He kept a certain distance no matter what, neither letting the enemy approach him nor letting the enemy leave, and continuously consumed them with arrows.

Finally, fear completely occupied their hearts, no matter what kind of punishment they would suffer, they rushed to escape from here.

How could Tilihan allow such a thing to happen? The cavalry and archers around him dispersed at the sound of an order, and rushed towards the fleeing enemy like arrows leaving the string.

How could the prairie cavalry, who were exhausted and had lost the courage to fight, be the opponents of experienced cavalry archers?

Although their strongest skill is riding and shooting, the scimitar on their waist is not a decoration.

The skill of using the scimitar is indelible in the blood of every Kujit man.

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

"Head, it's all over!" The cavalry archers tied the captives with the ropes they carried with them, and rode on their horses to bring the staggering captives to Tilihan.

"Well done guys, Lord Yan will definitely reward you heavily!" Tirihan smiled and counted the number of people, and after confirming that there were no casualties, he waved his hand and said, "Master Yan should have been waiting Alright, let's go back now!"

They captured five prairie cavalry. As the commander of a multi-purpose unit on the battlefield, Tillihan was very careful.

He knew that Lord Nayan, who had just arrived here not long ago, must need a group of prisoners to obtain information from them.

When they returned to the army's rest point, Reiner praised their behavior.

For the dozen or so carts of food he brought back, Reiner just let people receive it and deal with it, but when he saw the five captives, he was even more satisfied with Tillihan.

"Good job Tillihan, you should have a knight title and your fief!" Reiner smiled and patted Tillihan on the shoulder, walking towards the five captured prairie cavalry.

They all looked devastated at this moment, seeing Reiner, a big man in more ornate clothes approaching, couldn't help showing a look of panic.

"Tell me the number of people you invaded this time, the reason for the invasion, and who is your master!" Reiner asked as he paced back and forth, pointing his finger.

These prairie cavalry seemed to be stunned, or maybe because they couldn't understand Ridka, they all showed a look of confusion when they heard Reiner's words.

Reiner frowned, the language barrier was a big problem.

On the other side, Prince Samuza, the culprit who led the army to invade the northern border, was sitting in a big tent worryingly, playing with the knife in his hand.

Although he has already plundered a lot of food, most of the food reserves are properly preserved in the towering castles. The food they plundered is simply not enough for 50,000 people to survive this cold winter.

The painful look on his face, if it wasn't for his damn elder brother who joined the Amato tribe, how could he and his tribe fall into such a difficult and embarrassing situation?

Samuza is the little prince of the Pakuten tribe. The old Pakuten king died in an autumn hunting. As the most beloved son of the Pakuten king, he won the support of many people in the tribe.

He thought that 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 elder brother Morsh colluded with the Agul tribe, a large tribe in the central part, and borrowed 5,000 cavalry to drive him away from the huge grassland that the Pakuten tribe had inhabited for generations.

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