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Chapter 1049 Mission (Part )

The cavalrymen and the Madans cursed at each other across the ditch, and the curses became more and more intense.

The interpreter hiding behind the shield wall set up by the delegation did his best. He listened and explained to Yuan Haowen at the same time. Some filthy words appeared repeatedly, and Yuan Haowen almost learned them.

But no matter how the Arab cavalry provoked them, the Madan archers always hid in the date palm grove and did not come out. Only the faint flashes of arrows in the woods showed that they were blocking the only shallow section of the ditch and leaving the cavalry no chance to pass.

Under the order of the Emir, the captain of the Arab cavalry who was escorting the delegation along the way stayed behind with several riders, constantly looking left and right, while at the same time always keeping some attention on the movements of Yuan Haowen and others.

At this time, perhaps the interpreter spoke too loudly and heard some words of dissatisfaction with the situation; or perhaps Yuan Haowen's face showed regret or disappointment. The cavalry captain suddenly turned his horse forward a few steps and raised his scimitar to signal.

Every time he raised his scimitar, all the Arab cavalrymen shouted in unison and moved forward a few steps towards the ditch. This was repeated three or five times, and the tall horses in the front row had already stepped their hooves into the shallow water, splashing water everywhere.

As a result, more and more Madan people began to pour out of the edge of the date palm forest and confronted the cavalry more closely. It can be seen that in addition to the archers who continued to shoot arrows, there were also strong men holding knives and axes, and old and weak people holding iron chains and wooden sticks. Almost all of the old and weak people's white robes were dirty, and the torn places revealed their skinny bodies.

It was obvious that these Madan people were not living a happy life, and perhaps this estate was their only hope of collecting food to feed the tribe, so they tried desperately to eliminate the threat from outsiders.

Unfortunately, they really lack experience in war.

Including Yuan Haowen, the members of the delegation who were watching the battle behind the shield wall sighed almost at the same time.

Just as they poured out of the woods, the sound of heavy horse hooves approached rapidly, almost instantly drowning out the sounds of shouting and cursing from both sides.

They were the captain's men. Taking advantage of the opportunity when the Madan's attention was drawn to the front of the date palm forest, they quickly rode their horses downstream of the ditch, found another place where they could wade across the river, and then immediately surrounded and attacked.

The war horses these people rode were all divine horses that could be sold for three to five thousand strings of cash or even more in the Han area, and they ran as fast as lightning. When they were about to reach the date palm forest, everyone in the delegation thought they had run as fast as possible, but unexpectedly, the cavalry shouted a few times and the horses could speed up even more.

The narrow column of the Madan people facing the river bank was loose in the eyes of the cavalrymen who were attacking from the side. There was no defense at all. Only the most alert archers had time to change direction and shoot a few arrows. Most of them were almost at a loss and were knocked away by horses and hacked to death by scimitars. Some people didn't even know what the attacking Arab cavalry looked like, and they fell to the ground screaming and were trampled into meat paste by the iron hooves and the fleeing people.

Next to Yuan Haowen was a heroic young officer named Shi Tianze. Shi Tianze's elder brother was Shi Tianni, the Grand Protector of Champa, Zhenla, Srivijaya and other places and the governor of Jinghai Army.

Over the years, Shi Tianni has been famous in the South China Sea and the West China Sea. With just one order, he can make dozens of small countries obey him. There are also countless people hiding in the islands who are gnashing their teeth at him but can do nothing about it. However, because he has been overseas for many years and has formed his own lineage with a group of subordinates, his father Shi Bingzhi intends to pass the Qingle Army's foundation to his second son Shi Tianze.

To stand out, one must have enough merits. But now that the Great Zhou had no enemies that could rival them, Shi Tianze took the post of military attaché of the diplomatic corps and went to sea. Fortunately, with him, no one dared to disrespect Marshal Shi along the way, so the work of repairing, supplying and replacing ships went smoothly.

At this time, the Madan people had been killed and collapsed, and they fled. Shi Tianze no longer guarded against the cold arrows, and stood up from behind the shield wall and squinted his eyes.

After a while, he turned around and said, "After the fleet passed the port of Miska, I have been paying attention to the Arab armies I met everywhere. It seems that none of them have the habit of wearing armor. At most, they use simple chain mail, and their bows are very soft and have a very short range. However, their soldiers are brave and daring, and their generals are good at using light cavalry. Their war horses are even more majestic, and their weapons are also extremely sharp. I think this group of Madan people are completely looking for death, and they won't last long."

After a pause, he continued, "Moreover, almost all of these Arabs know some martial arts, and everyone has their own sword, bow and horse. When the princes of the country attack each other, they often only need to promise to allow free looting after victory, and a large group of people will happily follow them to the battle... Hey, such a country that advocates the use of force would actually be forced into such a state of embarrassment by the Mongols? Could it be that the Mongols have regained their strength?"

"Impossible. Last year, the Mongols had an internal conflict over who should be the Great Khan. Now, Genghis Khan's three sons are all Great Khans. They seem to be working together, but in fact, they are at odds with each other. How can they recover their strength? I think the reason why the Arabs cannot defeat the Mongols is because their own system is sloppy and fragmented."

Yuan Haowen chuckled a few times.

"Runfu, you only see the Arabs' bravery. Didn't you notice that they have hundreds of princes, all of whom are called Bey, Wali, Pasha, Emir, etc., and they don't listen to the Caliph's orders at all? We saw it in Hormuz Port. Each prince can mobilize only a few thousand troops and only care about his own city... Such a country is like a rusty copper that has been shattered into thousands of pieces. How can it withstand the slightest touch of the Mongolian finger? Their brave performance at this moment is useless in the battlefield where the real army decides the victory!"

"That's right. Our Great Zhou has a vast territory, stretching more than 11,000 miles beyond the sea in the south. There are so many protectorates, lieutenants, and general managers on the sea, and no one dares to disobey the orders of the court. Not to mention the areas north of Yinshan Mountain and west of Liusha, where it is easy to gather tens of thousands of people..."

When Shi Tianze said this, Yuan Haowen couldn't help but twist his beard and said proudly:

"No matter how much the Mongols recover, their strength will never surpass that of Genghis Khan. Back then, they led 100,000 cavalrymen to Qinlong, but were still defeated by the Emperor of our Great Zhou, killing many people. At that time, the Mongols led a thousand cavalrymen in a group, and repeatedly approached and encircled us regardless of their lives. From noon to nightfall, they encircled us more than a hundred times. And every time they approached, they shot at least three to five thousand arrows, as if a violent storm was coming... Hehe, our army's counterattacks were no less than a hundred times! I saw with my own eyes that several times the Mongols rushed to within ten steps of our soldiers, and the Mongols shot arrows right in the face, and then they themselves died under the arrows shot by our army... That kind of battlefield is called blood and flesh boiling, what's the difference between this and children playing and fighting!"