People in the Middle Ages, draw cards to get promoted

Chapter 628 Fierce Fighting
The staff was a little panicked and hurriedly said: "Your Highness Prince Huai, the enemy is coming fiercely. You are worth a lot of money. Let's avoid the front and retreat to the rear."

He was a surrendered Han Chinese who had followed Yesen in his campaigns in Mobei and subdued many tribes that were unwilling to submit.

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

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

"absurd!"

Yesen was furious and whipped him hard: "I am the great Grand Tutor and King Huai, how can you move my banner just because of a few hundred cavalrymen?"

His "nomadic empire" was, in the final analysis, a tribal alliance headed by the Oirat tribe and supplemented by subordinate tribes such as the Hami tribe. Even the Oirat tribe itself was formed by more than a dozen large and small tribes.

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

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

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

With only a few hundred cavalrymen, even if they could survive two rounds of arrow rain, there would be nothing left.

The Hu cavalry were getting closer.

Yesen could even see that the leading one of the two Hu cavalry was holding a flag with irises on a white background, had 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 charge is actually a Hu woman on horseback!"

"The other team is the same. These mixed-race people are like hens crowing at dawn. Could it be that they think women are superior?"

"I heard that there is a country ruled by women in the Western world, called Amazon..."

Everyone was talking about it.

Yesen, sitting on the horse, took off the bow on the saddle. On the bow was a carving of a golden eagle flapping its wings as if ready to fly. It was the most precious treasure in the Yuan court. It was said to be the relic of Jebe, a famous general during the Tatar's Western Expedition and the Tatar's first archer.

He used all his strength to pull the heavy iron bow to a perfect position. The arrowhead shining with silver-white light flew out. At this moment, he seemed to have turned into a golden eagle.

"Your Highness has great archery skills!"

Several Tartar generals were all amazed.

They were not simply flattering him, but because Yesen's move was truly brilliant.

There are only a few people in the entire royal court who can pull this Jebie divine bow.

Yesen looked indifferent. Although he no longer acted rashly as his power grew, it was not enough to rely on bloodline inheritance alone to carve out a kingdom on the grassland where the strong preyed on the weak.

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

As he spoke, the arrow flew out like lightning.

Keng——

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

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

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

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

The captain shook his head and said, "I have never heard of any country called Ha among the Western countries I know of, 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, and was aware of the fragmented Golden Horde in the West, as well as the European countries, but it did not care about them, nor did it have the time to care about the European countries.

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

The already 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 myself!"

The Tartar generals on the side burst into laughter: "You don't even know what that Hu Ji looks like. Maybe she's a strong and sturdy woman who can carry you on her back?"

The captain laughed loudly: "That's perfect! A grassland man should have a wife who can fight in battle!"

The Tartar generals were silent for a moment.

Many of them were Tatar nobles from the south or had lived in the court of Timur or the Golden Horde. Their aesthetic tastes had long been alienated from those of the steppe people.

In their eyes, whether it is the Rus, Persian, or Han women, they are much more beautiful than the women of the grassland.

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

Yesen shook his head and rejected the captain's request to fight. He waved his hand and gave an order, and more than 2,000 Qiexue soldiers took off their horse bows and prepared to shoot.

In the blink of an eye, the Hu cavalry were within shooting 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. Originally, there were more than 600 enemy cavalrymen, but hundreds were killed in an instant. Even plate armor could not withstand the arrows shot by those archers, not to mention that many of the Hu cavalry mounts only had horse clothes and no armor at all.

Even if the riders on the horses were fine, their horses would be injured and fall off.

Yesen showed a smug look on his face, sneered and drew his bow again: "Just a few hundred people dare to charge directly at my central army's banner!"

"Let those Ming people take a good look at how the reinforcements they were looking forward to were wiped out!"

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In the front, the battle between the delegation's infantry and the Tatar cavalry has entered a fierce battle.

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

These unknown Eastern nomadic cavalrymen had strong combat effectiveness. Even in such chaos, they did not collapse. Their counterattack was powerful and strong. In addition, their numbers were large. After the initial chaos, the balance of the battle had already tilted towards the opposite side.

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

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

Baron Charles, who was assigned to lead the infantry, was giving orders when he was suddenly thrown off his horse by a Tartar general. The two men wrestled with each other, but Charles felt that the man was incredibly strong, far stronger than himself, and shouted, "In the name of God, in the name of Dragon Lord Lothar!"

Scales immediately appeared under his iron armor, and the triangular scales, like those of Lothar, flashed with the color of lava.

His strength suddenly increased, and he hit the opponent's head hard. While the opponent was dizzy, he lifted up the opponent's helmet and spewed a stream of dragon fire into him.

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

As the first dragon-blooded follower, Charlie's dragon fire is naturally incomparable to Lothar's dragon fire, but he still possesses the dragon fire that only low-level fire dragons have. When used for single-target attacks, it is easy to burn just one person to death.

After Charlie was completely half-dragon, his consciousness was gradually replaced by the dragon. The golden beast's eyes were filled with excitement. He rushed into the crowd and started killing. He was driven entirely by instinct at this time, but he did not become an irrational madman, because the combat intuition he inherited was far beyond his own martial arts.

The strength of just one person cannot reverse the situation where the enemy is strong and we are 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.

(End of this chapter)