"Baish, you dog slave, is this what you call Tang'er Xingshang? Where can you run the merchants wear armor to form a formation?" Mahashder suddenly waved his horse whip and pointed at a man in leather armor beside him.

The man named Baishi stood lightly on the horse's back and looked at it. After a while, his face looked even more excited with joy.

"Dihekan, I see clearly that those Tang'er are only a dozen people, so what can we do with Jia? Instead, it proves their wealth!

This is more than a dozen armors, and there are at least ten camels beside the poplar forest. I don’t know how many silk, brocade and porcelain camels from the Tang Dynasty camels. Dihekan, you are going to get rich."

Dikhkan is not a name, but a title. This title has become popular in the Karakhan Dynasty, which was deeply influenced by the Persian Saman Dynasty in recent years, and even the Gaochang Uighurs. From small village chiefs, tribe heads to market leaders and city lords, they can all have the honorary title of Dikhkan.

"Hahaha! You dog slave is right!" Mahashder thought about it and immediately smiled proudly.

"Eagles! Kill those Tang'er, gold, silver, jewelry, silk and brocade will be yours!"

Zhang Zhao led Fanshun and others to form a horizontal array of two fronts and six backs. As for the others, they hid in the depths of the poplar forest under the leadership of Yin Yaozi.

In fact, Zhang Zhao is still not very professional at this time. They should pretend to be messy and drive the camels and horses everywhere, making a panic look, and throw some silk brocade on the ground, so that Mahashde and others on the opposite side will not hesitate, but will rush over directly.

"Haish!" The heavy sound of horse hooves came, and Mahashde and others who had finished their plan began to beat horses and slowly rode over.

Iron cavalry rushes to the formation? This does not exist! Most people cannot do this action at all, and the quality of war horses cannot be achieved. However, it is still possible to go around the formation, drive away the intimidation, and take out soft horse bows and shoot arrows to harass.

Zhang Zhao was so kind that he was wearing a phoenix winged trouser and took out a long-shot bow from behind.

"Preparation!" Yan Jin, deputy of Team Yan who inserted the Mo Dao to the ground shouted loudly. Zhang Zhao's shooting skills were OK, but the distance measurement was not possible. Only a fierce man like Yan Jin who came back from the hinterland of Tubo had this ability.

"Fifty steps! Shoot!" Old Zhang Zhong stood beside Yan Jin. After hearing Yan Jin shout, he suddenly waved the little red flag in his hand, and Zhang Zhao and eight others shot arrows almost at the same time.

Forty steps away, a knight who was about to turn the horse sideways and took out a bow and shoot suddenly seemed to be hammered by an invisible hammer. He screamed and rolled down immediately. At the same time, two or three cavalrymen near him were also hit.

"Thirty steps! Shoot!" Yan Jin shouted again, and Lao Zhang Zhong waved the red flag in his hand again, and eight arrows shot out again.

“Sir!”

"Ouch!"

There were the horse's screams of injury and the knight's pain of falling. Mahashder felt a long bow aiming at him. He clamped his thighs, which had some urination, and loosened his hand, and shot out the arrow that had been laid.

"Bang! Bang!" When the knights around saw that Mahashed had shot arrows, they quickly shot out the arrows in their hands.

However, the distance is not close enough. People use seven or eight dou of step bows and two stone divine arm bows to shoot them, while they use some soft horse bows, which can be imagined.

There was a jingling sound, and Zhang Zhao was hit by several arrows, and the ground was filled with long and short arrow shafts, as if they were suddenly growing wild grass on the ground, but he was not injured at all, and he didn't even hurt much.

Yan Jin beside him pulled off the arrow rods hanging on the armor and grinned, "The bow is too soft and cannot hurt us!"

While speaking, Fanshun and Qiongredojin, behind them, shot two more arrows, and a bad guy, Knight fell down again. Zhang Zhao and Yan Jin were going to fight hand in hand for a while, so they did not shoot again, but instead preserved their physical strength.

As the knight fell to the ground, he looked at the extremely arrogant and panicked cavalry who rushed over and stepped on the horse's hooves and turned around gorgeously at twenty steps away from Zhang Zhao. They didn't even have the courage to rush up.

Mahashder's nose was crooked. He rushed for a while and one of them was shot over. He was almost dead. Five or six others were injured. Two of them were quite serious. The horse was injured. Three horses were injured. The six people besieged the hills behind also ran back in a panic. One was shot to death and one fell to injury.

But what about the enemy! Even the hair was not hurt. What the hell is this? Dozens of riders beat Tang Er and less than ten people on the opposite side suffered such a big loss. It was a shame.

Uh... Zhang Zhao touched his nose, and he looked at the deputy captain Yan beside him in surprise.

"That's all? Didn't it mean that the men on the grassland are all wolves, coming and going like the wind, can they easily tear the formation infantry?"

Yan Jin blinked and looked at Zhang Zhao with some confusion.

"Who told Erlangjun that these racquets can easily tear open the Armored Armor? If we really have such a powerful force, how could we be the turn of the Han'er to sit in the Central Plains? The whole world is full of those crusaders.

If I were the leader of the opposite side, leaving now is the best choice, but if you insist on fighting, you can continue to waste. After all, they can get off the horse and rest, so we can only be here wearing sun armor and getting sunbathed!"

After saying that, Yan Jin sat down cross-legged. He picked up a kettle and moistened his mouth. Ma Yaozi and others from behind also sat down and started to rest on their own.

Zhang Zhao took a few breaths and adjusted his pounding heart. Perhaps Ma Yaozi and others could not beat him, but his experience on the battlefield was obviously several levels higher than him.

Yan Jin was actually right. The best decision on the other side was to go on the horse and run away. If it really took a long time, there would be no result.

But Zhang Zhao didn't let them get what they wanted. He snapped his fingers at Old Zhang Zhong, and Old Zhang Zhong went to inform Fan Running and the others who went there.

After a while, dozens of silk brocades and boxes of silver tins were piled up next to Zhang Zhao and others. The sun shone in the early morning. The best brocades given to King Li Shengtian of Khotan were shining brightly under the sun, and immediately shook Mahashde and others on the opposite side so that they could not open their eyes.

Ma Yaozi even walked to the two armies and took off her pants and peed at the opposite side in a random manner. Zhang Zhao looked at the proud look and wanted to give him a big mouth.

So annoying!

"Damn it! These Tang'er bullies too much! Asaran Khan's eagles, rest well. We will fight them out in one go! When the battle is over, I will give you half a piece of silk alone!"

Mahashder is really angry and looks down on people! Isn’t it like putting out silk like this to mean that Mahashder is not capable of getting it?

Moreover, this silk is really good! If you get Talas or Balashagon, you can sell at least a few hundred Saman silver coins.

As for Zhang Zhao, he was not very envious of the horses on the other side, but for himself and his soldiers, the knights on the other side who were between the vegetables and the vegetables were good things to practice.
Chapter completed!