C79 Declaration of war

Riding a spear was something that was often blown into the sky. For example, in Mongolia's entire Qing Dynasty, it was used to fight against the entire world's army.

But in actuality, what is the power of a mount? In order to understand this, a few questions had to be answered first.

First, when the rider was in the saddle and his foot was in the stirrup, the rider would be much weaker than the archer due to the lack of leverage.

However, in terms of might, the range of a crossbow archer with a might of less than fifty meters, once mounted, would only be around twenty meters.

Secondly, in order to ensure the accuracy of the bow and arrow, the riders usually had to slow down the horse's running speed. If the running speed was too fast, the rider would not be able to shoot out a stable trajectory on the bumpy horse. This method of relying on faith to shoot arrows was completely unreliable.

Moreover, combining with the first line and only being twenty meters away from the enemy, slowing down the movement of the warhorse was undoubtedly a very dangerous action.

Perhaps if he was bullied while wearing full body armor and was unable to move fast, he could still make do with his heavy steps.

As for attacking the Light Infantry soldiers, directly using the Zhanmadao was acceptable.

When faced with a light cavalry soldier, they would only have the ability to destroy vegetables.

After all, they couldn't outrun the enemy when they were on horseback, and their arrows couldn't beat the light cavalry in close combat. In front of the light cavalry, they were like a nightmare.

Of course, cavalry who were usually able to ride and shoot was definitely not bad at all. If he threw away his bow and used his blade to fight with the light cavalry soldiers, he might really be able to win against them if he was lucky …

However, could it be that they could rely on their martial arts to defeat ordinary light cavalry soldiers? Could it be that they would be able to defeat all the nemesis of the top cavalry soldiers in martial arts?

When the Manchu constables thought that they could form a mounted fire formation to deal with the cavalry soldiers they had encountered before, they were shocked to discover that the opposing cavalry soldiers were even faster than them!

That's right, after all, normal light cavalry soldiers all had to wear leather armors and carry a bunch of weapons onto the battlefield. However, this group of cavalrymen only had a simple sackcloth jacket and a light saber.

With this difference in weight, their horses would be able to catch up with them in a matter of seconds.

And in these few seconds, even the best of the Eight Banners elite would not be able to fire a second arrow.

After being cut down a few times by these modern cavalry soldiers, the Eight Flag Cavalry did not dare to continue shooting.

Leading the troops, they threw away their heavy armor, their extra lances, bows, and quivers. His goal was to lighten the load on his horse and escape the battlefield as soon as possible.

As for the horses left on the battlefield, ready to be replaced …

I'm afraid we can only take advantage of the Chinese.

Looking at the running Tarantula, Zhang Weiyang had an excited smile on her face.

The ground was covered in armor, lances, bows and arrows, and more than two thousand of the carefully raised eight banners iron cavalry horses (including the eight banners soldiers' horses that had been left on the battlefield after their deaths and one thousand and five hundred of their reserve war horses). In the beginning of the war, Zhang Weiyang had already obtained a large amount of wealth.

"The mighty Han Army!"

"The Chinese cavalrymen are mighty!"

"The Han Cavalry of Myriad Victories!"

"Wind!" Wind! Wind! "Gale!"

"Qiyue Wuyi, with your son!"

The soldiers began to cheer. There were even some of the ancestors of the Qin, singing a song of Qin.

"It's just that the number of heads is too small. "There's only about seven to eight hundred people with this head, not even enough to match the number of soldiers." The aide at the side grumbled as he looked at the corpses on the battlefield.

In the past, prairie peoples often waged wars against countries in farming areas under conditions of overpopulation.

After all, only with an overpopulation would these herdsmen be unable to survive and engage in robbery.

At that time, although the battles were tough, as long as one was able to survive, one would usually be able to chop off a few heads.

Unlike the current situation, the gains weren't even enough to fill the gaps between teeth.

"Stop it!" Although Zhang Weiyang was in a good mood, he still said, "Right now, we will leave five hundred soldiers to clear the battlefield. As for the rest of the people, we will go to the other two villages to assist them."

He paused for a moment and looked at the dead bodies of the barbarians, but he had not seen any of the corpses of the cavalrymen. He said, "If we go too late, the other villages will have all their heads taken away by them."

Hearing Zhang Weiyang say that their heads would be taken, a group of soldiers rushed towards the other two villages as if they had been injected with chicken blood.

At the same time, at the banquet held in the middle of Cloud City, Xiao Wen and the remaining guests were excitedly watching the match on the stage.

However, Guan Yu, who was on the stage, no longer had the speed he had in the past. Each of his moves was beginning to become sluggish.

"This Guan Yu, why has he been fighting for so long?" Seeing that Guan Yu had been unable to defeat his opponent for a long time, He Heshen said somewhat impatiently.

"Maybe I'm tired after fighting for so long!" Nalan Huo De, who was at the side, gave an explanation on behalf of Guan Yu.

Hearing this, He Shen mumbled, "It's really useless. If I had fought against him back then, I'm afraid this time would have only been a warm-up."

Nalan Ren curled his lips but didn't say anything. However, his eyes were filled with disdain towards the keyboard player.

"What a lively banquet. But why haven't I seen my husband? Master Heshen, didn't my husband say that you went to the banquet here? " Suddenly, a voice came from the corridor of the side hall.

Everyone looked over and saw a red-clothed young woman walk out of the corridor and arrive at the banquet stage.

The crowd was not surprised that a woman from a noble family had appeared here.

After all, this place was not a brothel, and the burly man was not restricted by Cheng Zhu's philosophy. Women did not have a low status, and they could freely enter and exit ordinary banquets.

Hearing the young maiden's words, He Heshen paused for a moment. He understood that the families of the guests had probably come to look for them.

Therefore, he explained, "Your husband is drunk. He is resting in the guest room!"

"Is that so?" The young woman narrowed her phoenix eyes and said, "Since that is the case, can you let me bring my husband back to rest?"

"This... "Isn't it a bit inconvenient?" He Shen's expression changed as he hurriedly said.

What a joke, if he let them leave, what would happen to his kidnapping plan?

However, the young woman said, "It doesn't matter. We've already arranged for the carriage to take me back. And … "My sisters have also prepared a horse carriage for us to return home at any time."

Hearing these words, He Shen instantly felt that something was wrong.

He felt a sense of crisis, as if someone was plotting against him. In the blink of an eye, he turned to look at Cai Zhen.

Cai Zheng! This old man from the Song Kingdom was undoubtedly the most likely to plot against him.

Being stared at by He Heshen, Cai was too lazy to hide anything.

He said, "Today, my son, Cai Jing, is holding a banquet nearby with hundreds of his friends. I also want to go over to take a look. Otherwise, it would be bad if they got drunk and ran over to the mansion to cause trouble. "

When He Heshen heard this, his face turned green.

Naturally, he understood the meaning behind Cai Yu's words.

What hundreds of friends who might be drunk enough to cause trouble? Those were clearly hundreds of armed civilians who would rush in and cut them down if they saw anything amiss!

In a split-second, he didn't even have the courage to summon his blade and axe hand.

He felt a surge of anger as he watched the noble ladies carrying his husband out to the guest room and then felt that something was wrong with the guests as they prepared to leave.

He clenched his fists and whispered, "Cai Zongming, you old fool, I will never let you go!"