Cutting over the end of the Ming Dynasty: a dog-leg knife at the beginning

Chapter 172 Megatron Prairie

Dosang took the lead, leaped into the middle of the Khalkha cavalry with his horizontal knife, twisted his waist to avoid a scimitar coming fiercely, the horizontal knife swung down fiercely, and with a click, the scimitar of the unlucky guy broke in two Cut off, and then with a light arm, it was cut off by the unfinished horizontal knife, and fell off the horse's back screaming with blood spurting wildly, and was trampled into a pile of meat in a blink of an eye by the horse's hoof .Dosang laughed loudly, and with the blade shining like a wheel, he slashed at the oncoming Khalkha cavalry. The Khalkha cavalry blocked it with his spear, and the shaft of the spear was cut off like a horizontal knife cutting sugar cane. He hacked deeply into his Tianling Gai, and he died on the spot.You know, the horizontal knife is a very bloody knife. It used to be the standard equipment of the Tang army. It can split a person's head in half with one knife. The whole is made of manganese steel, and its power is naturally much stronger than that of the Tang Dynasty horizontal knife. Not to mention the poorly equipped Khalkha cavalry, even the white armored soldiers of Manchuria Eight Cavalry can't take advantage of them in weapons. It's half as cheap!

After being cut down by two in a row, the Khalkha cavalry was a little timid, and the smarter ones began to hide from Dosang.But Duo Sang is a serious and responsible comrade. He said that since the patriarch ordered you to be slaughtered, I must kill you all. It is useless even if you hide in Africa!I saw him brandishing a horizontal knife, rushing through the crowd, the light of the knife was like a horse, blood foam splashed when the blade landed, there was almost no one in the crowd!The coalition forces of the various small ministries showed the same bravery, rushing and killing, cutting with knives and hooves, fearless of death!Originally, the traditional programs of the grassland tribes in this kind of horse-riding and slashing activities were staged several times a year, so as to exchange feelings, exchange population and wealth, and discuss who would be the uncle in the next few years or ten years As a grandson --- the kind of grandson who doesn't know the art of war, everyone is already familiar with the tricks and rules, but today everyone seems to be too excited. The crisp sound of spears piercing the chest, the terrifying sound of horseshoes smashing bones, and the heart-piercing screams, cries, and wild laughter, all sounded like a pot of porridge, making the weak shiver. The adrenal hormones of the militants are soaring, and soon, there will be casualties on the ground!
Wuyangwei's side ended the battle early, there were only twenty riders, and they were all wounded, it was too easy to treat them, Xu Meng alone cut down six riders, Xue Siming and Zhong Ning shot their knives Eight riders were reimbursed for chopping the horse's hooves, and the rest were slaughtered by everyone with knives. At this moment, everyone was gathering together, chattering about who should get this head and who should get that head. The discussion was very heated.Yang Menglong kept silent with a stinky face, his subordinates were too active, he had no chance to use a knife at all, and the pitifully small group of enemy troops was slaughtered by his subordinates!Xu Meng ran over with the big ax that was still dripping blood, and said cheerfully: "It's a good time, it's a good fight! My lord, should we help them?" The battlefield looked eager.

Yang Menglong said sullenly, "How can you help? Can you tell which is an enemy and which is a friend?"

Xu Meng scratched his head and said embarrassingly, "I really can't tell the difference, they all have the same hat and the same leather jacket..."

Yang Menglong said: "If you can't tell the difference, just stay here honestly and don't make trouble!"

Xu Meng asked: "Then, sir, can you tell the difference?"

Yang Menglong said, "I can't tell the difference either!"

This time Xu Meng had no choice but to retreat resentfully.

As soon as Xu Meng was dismissed, Xue Siming came over again and called, "My lord, let's go too!"

Yang Menglong said: "Fuck it! Let them beat it themselves, we don't have horses, we must be trampled to death by horses..."

Xue Siming said: "I am worried that the small coalition forces will suffer losses. After all, the Khalkha tribe has many more people than them..."

Yang Menglong said: "They can suffer a lot. We have reimbursed at least one-third of the Khalkha tribe with five rounds of salvo. They can still suffer. They can buy a piece of tofu and kill themselves!" Pointing On the bloody battlefield, I felt a little emotional: "The times are different. The current Mongolian cavalry, whether it is courage, equipment, discipline or the ability to endure casualties, is far behind Genghis Khan's era! It is okay to fight with the wind, Once you lose the wind, you can't do it, just wait and see, the Khalkha army must be wiped out today!"

When it comes to the Mongolian cavalry, the first thing everyone thinks of is the invincible and invincible cavalry under Genghis Khan's command across Eurasia, who washed most of Europe and Asia with blood.Mu Huali, Tuo Lei, Jebe, Subotai, Batu, Xu Liegu...the names shining like comets are the nightmare of billions of people in Eurasia and the eternal pride of Mongolians .There is no doubt that the Mongolian cavalry at that time was the most fearsome force on the planet. It is really awe-inspiring for a nation with a population of less than a million to sweep across the Eurasian continent and establish a huge empire with the largest territory in history. .However, there is no eternal strength, even the Mongols, who were once invincible, are no exception.Since the death of Genghis Khan, the combat effectiveness of the Mongolian army began to decline. After the Southern Song Dynasty was destroyed and the Yuan Dynasty was established, the combat effectiveness declined even more. In less than 100 years, the once fierce and bloodthirsty Mongolian cavalry became a bunch of waste. , so that a group of farmers were driven back to the grassland for life, and even all the way to Lake Baikal.Since then, the fighting power of the Mongols has recovered. For hundreds of years, they have come and gone with the Ming Dynasty, and they have fought decently. This pair of enemies was entangled in this way until the end of the Ming Dynasty.In the Qing Dynasty, the combat effectiveness of the Mongolian cavalry was steadily declining. For example, in the battle of Yong'an City when the Qing government suppressed the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom, the Taiping Army had already been besieged by virtue of its absolute superiority in strength. In the battle of trapped beasts, they intentionally encircled three and one missing, leaving a way out, and then let the Mongolian army line up against the water, and then seal the opening after the Taiping army broke out of the city... The plan went very smoothly, and the Taiping army was really fooled. Breaking through the hole left behind, they crashed into the defense line of the Mongolian army. A large number of Mongolian troops equipped with muskets fired a salvo, and the Taiping army fell in pieces... How about it, isn't it perfect?But then something imperfect came: the red-eyed Taiping army each armed with knives, shields and spears, stepped on the dead bodies all over the ground and rushed up to fight the Mongolian army hand-to-hand. They realized that they were landlubbers, but most of them were drowned in the river!Such a "wonderful" performance, if Genghis Khan knew about it, he would be so angry that he would jump out of the coffin!Of course, the current Mongolian army is still relatively effective, and it is not so bad that it is scared to jump into the river by its opponents. Otherwise, it is not qualified to be a good friend with the Ming Dynasty for two or three hundred years, but the decline is also quite severe, Kaer Kabu asked Wuyangwei to shoot nearly one-third of them to death with a crossbow. He had already collapsed psychologically.

Seeing that the situation was getting worse and worse, the little prince Boyan couldn't help turning pale.For this robbery, he brought nearly half of the troops of the entire tribe. If these hundreds of people were folded here, he would have his father beat him to death with a whip when he went back!There is no way, nomadic tribes are very scarce in human resources, and a small tribe like this with three to 400 casualties in one battle would be a catastrophe.A good robbery turned out like this, the little prince really wants to cry, what's going on, people just want to try your luck here, but you are fighting to death, can you still have fun together!Several confidantes looked over in a panic, hoping that the little prince could come up with an idea. The current situation is not good, not just bad, but very bad. They have already killed and injured many people. It is definitely going to be finished, what should I do?
The little prince Boyan looked stern, gritted his teeth and pulled out his scimitar, and said, "Come on! Kill all these bastards, and let them know what happens when they fight against us!" Regardless of the reaction of those confidants, he rode his horse towards the battlefield rushed over.Those confidantes looked at each other, drew out their scimitars, and followed.There is no way not to follow, if something happens to the little prince, the patriarch will skin them!They sprinted and yelled loudly: "The little prince is here! The little prince is here!" The Khalkha cavalry, who were fighting hard, were refreshed, and they forced out a bit of bravery. He shouted loudly at the same time: "The little prince is here! The little prince is here!" The morale that was on the verge of collapse actually picked up a little bit!But the small coalition army seemed a little flustered, apparently this little prince made them fearful, and they didn't know what to do.

Yang Menglong sneered, cursed "idiot", jumped on the horse and rushed to meet the little prince.Xue Siming, Zhong Ning, Cao Jun and others cheered and followed.The two sides charged head-on, and the speed was very fast, almost in the blink of an eye, they entered the range of each other's bows and arrows.The little prince Boyan had a ferocious expression on his face. He held a camel bell arrow and drew his strong bow to aim at Yang Menglong.The little prince Boyan lay on the saddle in a hurry to dodge, Xue Siming shot two arrows in a row, forcing him to forget about archery, he was so busy dodging left and right.The two powerful crossbows of Zhong Ning and Cao Jun fired at the same time, and the two confidantes behind the little prince were shot off the horse, but none of their arrows could hit the target... It seems that their riding and archery is not as good as the legend says.After one arrow is shot, there will be no chance for the second arrow. Both sides swung their knives and rushed towards each other, and Yang Menglong also pulled out the dog-leg knife, and ran into the little prince——this guy dared to smash his place, really! Impatient to live.The little prince was also full of anger, he controlled the horse with his legs, held the knife with both hands, and concentrated all his strength on the machete, wishing he could split Yang Menglong and his horse into two pieces with one knife!

About ten meters away, the two sides were about to collide, Yang Menglong suddenly yelled: "Meet!" With a wave of his hand, the dog-leg knife turned into a cold light and shot out through the air, flying towards the little prince's mount!The little prince never dreamed that he would come up with such a dirty trick. One inattentive, the dog-leg knife was almost hilted into the horse's neck, and the horse hissed sadly and fell down, throwing him off the horse and falling He broke a leg and passed out on the spot.His confidantes turned pale with fright, and when they were distracted for a moment, the horizontal knife from Xue Siming and others struck their necks, blood splattered, heads rolled down, just a stagger, and the last four confidants of the little prince were all beheaded. Get off now!

After Yang Menglong rushed a certain distance, he reined in the horse, turned the horse's head and turned back. Seeing that the little prince hadn't gotten up yet, he gave a piss and said, "Damn, I thought you were so good, but it turned out to be nothing more than that." Get off the horse to tear off the leather hat that fell crookedly, and looked at the appearance of the little prince, only to see that this man has a bruised nose, a dusty face, and nosebleeds, he is getting more and more embarrassed. I was so disdainful, and said: "You are such a bear, you still have the face to call yourself a little prince? You can call yourself a little prince, why don't you ride a white horse? Do you want people to call you Prince Charming? I am so handsome. I’m ashamed to call myself Prince Charming, but you’re so narcissistic, how shameless you are?” Papapa slapped the little prince several times, and the little prince fell hard enough to receive so many slaps There was no reaction at all, he couldn't help but feel a little disappointed, and called: "Xu Meng, come here!"

Xu Meng ran over, and Yang Menglong pointed to the little prince: "Hold this grandson up for me, so that everyone can see him!" Xu Meng responded, lifted the little prince high, and roared angrily : "Everyone in the Khalkha tribe, stop, your little prince is in our hands, if you don't stop, I will throw him to death!"

(End of this chapter)