Chapter 628: Fierce Battle

The staff was a little flustered and hurriedly said: "Your Highness, Prince Huai, the enemy is coming fiercely. You are worth a lot of money. Let's avoid the sharp edge and retreat to the rear."

He was a surrendered Han Chinese. He had followed Yesen in the battles in Mobei and subdued many tribes that were unwilling to surrender.

The letters of persuasion that intimidated the Haixi Nuzhen were all written by him. He was definitely not a cowardly and incompetent person.

But he had never seen such fierce iron cavalry on weekdays. It was said that the most elite cavalry in the world came from the Yuan court. Who would have thought that the armored cavalry of this unknown foreign country would be so powerful.

"Ridiculous!"

Yesen was furious and whipped him hard: "I am the great Grand Master Huai Wang. How can I move my great banner just because of these few hundred cavalry?"

His "nomadic empire" was ultimately a tribal alliance headed by the Wala tribe and supplemented by the Hami tribe and other affiliated tribes. Even the Wala tribe itself was jointly formed by more than a dozen large and small tribes.

If this lion in his prime was seen to be weak, this "nomadic empire" would probably fall apart in an instant.

After all, he, Choros Yesen, did not have the blood of the Golden Family. The real Khan of the Northern Yuan Dynasty was Toghto Bukha, who was ordered by him to attack Liaodong.

In front of his banner, there were more than 2,000 elite Qiexue troops, all of whom were the elite of the elite. Among them, there were dozens of archers, each of whom could pull a 120-jin bow and kill even the big demons with a round of volleys.

Even if a few hundred cavalry could survive two rounds of arrow rain, there would be nothing left.

The Hu cavalry was getting closer.

Yesen could even see that the first of the two Hu cavalry was holding a flag with irises on a white background, with a graceful figure that could not be concealed by the slim plate armor, and long golden hair flying in the wind under the helmet.

"The one leading the army to charge in front is actually a Hu woman on horseback!"

"The other team is the same. These mixed Hu people are crowing at dawn. Could it be that women are respected?"

"I heard that there is a country in the west where women are respected. It is called Amazon..."

Everyone was talking about it.

Yesen, who was sitting on the horse, took off the horseback bow on the saddle. The horseback bow was carved with a golden eagle flapping its wings and ready to fly. It is the most precious treasure in the Yuan court. It is said to be the relic of Jebie, a famous general during the Tatars' Western Expedition and the Tatars' first archer.

I saw him use all his strength to pull the heavy iron bow to perfection immediately. The arrowhead flashing with silver-white light flew out, and at this moment it seemed to turn into a golden eagle.

"Your Highness has a good archery skill!"

Several Tatar generals praised him.

They were not just flattering. Yesen's skill was really beautiful.

There were not many people in the whole royal court who could pull this Jebie bow.

Yesen looked calm. Although he no longer took action easily as his power grew, it was not enough to rely on blood inheritance to build a kingdom on the grassland where the weak were the prey of the strong.

When he was young, he was also called "Zhebie". He rode a horse and wielded a sword to fight for his father, Tuohuan Khan, and made many achievements. Although his personal combat power was not as good as his brother who had the power of the demon dragon, he was only slightly inferior.

As he spoke, the arrow flew out like lightning.

Clang——

The huge ghost-faced phantom opened its bloody mouth and bit the golden eagle fiercely, tearing its feathers with all its might. This spiritual confrontation was reflected in reality as the dark ghost-faced shield, whose sharp teeth just caught the flying arrow.

Prajna looked calm, broke the arrow and threw it to the ground, as if blocking this arrow was just a common thing for her.

Yesen couldn't help but exclaimed: "What a great Hu Ji!"

He subconsciously asked a centurion beside him: "Turuk, you have visited Timur and the Golden Horde. Do you know where the Kazakh country is located and why there are so many talented people?"

The centurion shook his head: "I have never heard of any country called Kazakhstan in the Western countries I know, but I often hear of the eagle flag carried by the Hu cavalry, but I don't know which country it is."

The Northern Yuan court had limited exchanges with the West. It also knew about the fragmented Golden Horde and the European countries, but it didn't care and had no time to care about the European countries.

In comparison, the neighboring Central Asian Timur not only knew about the Habsburg dynasty of Austria, but also had Spanish envoys who visited the western frontier of Europe in the court.

The fragmented Golden Horde also signed an alliance with Poland.

A captain of the Qiexue army said, "King Dahan, send me to fight. I have my eyes on the golden-haired woman leading the army and want to capture her with my own hands!"

The Tatar generals on the side laughed, "You don't even know what the Hu Ji looks like. Maybe she is a rough and strong woman who can carry you?"

The captain laughed, "That's just right. A man from the grassland should have a woman who can fight in the battle!"

The Tatar generals were silent for a while.

Many of them were Tatar nobles from the south or had lived in the courts of Timur and the Golden Horde. Their aesthetics had long been alienated from these grassland people.

In their eyes, whether it was the Rus, Persians, or Han women, Dou, they were much more beautiful than grassland women.

"This is not the time for you to show off your personal bravery!"

Yesen shook his head and rejected the captain's request for battle. He waved his hand and ordered more than 2,000 Qiexue soldiers to take off their horse bows and prepare to shoot.

In the blink of an eye, the Hu cavalry had entered the range.

Yesen drew his bow again and shot a whistling arrow, which flew towards the Hu cavalry with a sharp whistle. The next moment, more than two thousand arrows fell like raindrops.

For a moment, people and horses fell to the ground. The enemy, who were roughly counted as more than 600 cavalrymen, lost more than 100 in an instant. The arrows shot by the archers could not be resisted even by plate armor, not to mention that many Hu cavalrymen only had a horse coat and no armor at all.

Even if the riders on horseback were fine, their mounts were injured and fell off their horses.

Yesen looked pleased and sneered as he drew his bow again: "Just a few hundred people dared to charge directly at my central army's banner!"

"Let those Ming people see how the support they are looking forward to was wiped out!"

…

In front, the battle between the infantry of the envoy and the Tatar cavalry had entered the white-hot meat-mincing stage.

Ryan, who was fighting with the enemy with a battle axe, spat out a mouthful of blood. He was hit in the chest by a Tatar cavalryman with an iron bone hammer. If it weren't for the strong breastplate, he would not have survived.

These unknown Eastern nomadic cavalrymen were very powerful. Even in such a mess, they did not collapse. Their counterattacks were powerful. In addition, they were numerous. After the initial chaos, the balance of the battle had already tilted towards the other side.

Model swung his axe to cut off the leg of a Tatar horse, but the rider on the horse did not fall to the ground with the mount. Instead, he turned over and jumped off with a nimble movement. Although his steps were staggering, he did not fall to the ground.

Model immediately roared and swung his battle axe, which split the Tatar cavalryman's face from the middle, and blood splattered all over him.

Baron Charles, who was incorporated into the infantry team and served as the leader, was giving orders when he was suddenly pounced off his horse by a Tatar general. The two wrestled in a ball, but Charles felt that this man was surprisingly strong and far superior to himself. He shouted: "In the name of God, in the name of Dragon Lord Lothar!"

Under his iron armor, scales immediately transformed, and the triangular scales like Lothar flashed the color of lava.

His strength suddenly increased, and he hit the opponent's head with a headbutt. While the opponent was dizzy, he lifted the opponent's helmet and spit out a dragon flame.

The terrifying high temperature burned the head wrapped in the helmet into charcoal.

As the first dragon blood follower, Charlie's dragon flame is naturally incomparable to Lothar's dragon flame, but he still has the dragon flame that only low-level fire dragons have. For single-target attack, it is easy to burn only one person.

After Charlie was completely half-dragon, his consciousness was gradually replaced by the dragon. The golden beast's eyes were full of excitement. He rushed into the crowd and killed people. He was driven by instinct at this time, but he did not become an irrational madman, because the combat intuition in his inheritance had far exceeded his own martial arts.

Only one person's strength could not reverse the situation of the enemy being strong and we being weak.

Even when fighting on foot, the strength of these Qiexue troops was no less than that of elite troops under Lothar, such as the Varangian Guard, and their numbers were far greater. They had fought many battles with the Ming army before, and were not frightened to collapse by the noise of the gunpowder explosion.