Mount and Blade Central Asia

Soldier, then he heard the shouts of killing beyond the cries of the weak through his helmet.

This mob finally organized an unexpected counterattack, and he was about to put an end to this fantasy.

Dost began to speed up, and the horse under her crotch gradually increased its speed from a canter to a trot (Note 2). The speed increased suddenly, and three hoofbeats could be heard every time the horseshoe landed.

The warhorses of heavy cavalry need to undergo extremely rigorous training. When in a standing position, the hind hooves touch the ground first every time the horse lands. Therefore, it is necessary to switch the order of lifting the hooves with each step, so that the left and right hind hooves can bear the impact of the weight of the person, horse, and armor.

For this project alone, a warhorse needs three to six months to fully understand the knight's intentions. In addition to being screened for physiological factors such as size, strength and endurance, a warhorse that is qualified to serve as a heavy cavalry mount must also learn at least three different frequencies of pace before it can be used.

It can be said that each armored cavalry is the essence of countless financial resources, so they are invincible and victorious!

Doste looked at the civilians of the Taierbahe tribe who were blocking the road, and led his team to run over them without mercy, plowing a muddy and bloody road through the crowd in an instant!

Then he saw the target he was looking for: several mounted tribal militiamen surrounding a gorgeously dressed Oriental man. The astonishment in his eyes made Duosite feel happy.

"Charge!" Duosite shouted and urged the warhorse again. The warhorse under his crotch gradually adjusted its pace to the frequency of attacking. At this time, Duosite only had the oriental man in his eyes, and the things within his peripheral vision had become blurred because of the fast speed!

All the people and objects that stood between them were crushed by the iron hooves!

Dost raised his scimitar high, as if he could already smell the blood of the enemy. He hoped that the blood of the Orientals would be warmer, because the night wind had already made him feel a little cold.

Behind him, all the slave knights maintained the same spacing, divided into five columns, interlaced with each other, and ruthlessly killed all the lucky ones who were not knocked down along the way.

Nothing can stop them...

The author says:

Author's words: Note 1 - In a normal trot, the hind hoof on the same side lands on the front hoof print, all four limbs leave the ground at the same time, the suspension period is short, the stride is 3-4 meters, and the speed is about 19-20 kilometers per hour. This data is based on the records of Prussian cavalry in the mid-eighteenth century. I have not yet found data on Arabian horses in Central Asia in the fifteenth century, but considering the differences in warhorse diet caused by productivity and nearly three hundred years of horse breed optimization, the heavy cavalry horses of the Timurid era should not have reached this speed.

Stop 2 - Pu (pu, one tone), also known as running. Each step has three hoof sounds, with a suspended period, a stride of 3.5-4.5 meters, and a speed of 18-26 kilometers per hour (same data as above). The following gait speed is a little faster. In the gait state of modern racehorses, the maximum stride can reach 8 meters, and they can move 18 meters per second. There is no data for war horses yet.

As if this could ease his pain, Li Rufeng looked down and saw that his calf was broken and thrown to the side at a twisted angle.

Li Rufeng held Bao Rizhebu's hand tightly. At this moment, he finally felt the connection between himself and this land, as well as the people living on this land and the tribe they formed.

At this moment, he finally understood the meaning of the old shaman's painstaking advice.

"You've taken away their faith, so you must take responsibility for them." When the old shaman was seriously ill, he looked at Li Rufeng from his bed and said, "Even if you don't believe what I say, or even Changshengtian, it doesn't matter. As long as you satisfy their wishes, you will be Changshengtian."

"What you said is very disrespectful. Don't let anyone hear it, otherwise we will both be in trouble." Li Rufeng teased, but he didn't stop working. He was trying to purify alcohol.

"There's nothing disrespectful about that. There was no Eternal Heaven to begin with. Tengri was born when more people believed in it. Now that fewer people believe in it, Tengri has become confused." The old shaman said with a smile, "How can a confused god be worthy of such a great responsibility? So don't be afraid of faith. As long as you guide this power correctly, it will always be yours."

“But you must remember one thing. The foundation of faith lies in the believers and their wishes. You may not listen to the prayers of those ambitious people, but the wishes of all living beings always have a general direction when averaged out. You must not make promises, borrow the power of faith and the orders of believers, but tear up the bond and contract between you.” The old shaman’s words were neither light nor heavy, as if they were just daily nagging.

But now, it sounded like a huge bell in Li Rufeng's ears.

Bao Rizhebu is the believer of the Eternal Heaven mentioned by Li Rufeng. He is willing to sacrifice his life for it just because his faith is pure and flawless.

In the critical moment, Li Rufeng in Bao Rizhebu's eyes was not a person, but the incarnation of the spokesperson of Changshengtian. He was the successor of the old shaman and represented the bridge between the tribe and Changshengtian.

That's why he didn't hesitate, that's why he was willing to do it.

However, no matter how powerful the storm or how deafening the thunder, it will eventually come to an end. When Li Rufeng came to his senses, the wave of heavy cavalry charge had already roared past his head.

He gently pushed the unconscious Bao Rizhebu away and looked at the hellish scene around him. Both the soldiers under his command and the enemies he had fought with before were turned into meat paste along with the civilians and piled on the ground indistinguishable from each other.

He and Bao Rizhebu were among the very few lucky ones. Li Rufeng's frightened war horses charged in the opposite direction and fell in front of them, becoming the only safe haven in this massacre.

All this was due to Bao Rizhebu's first reaction. This calm and collected archer not only had superb shooting skills, but also had a meticulous mind. He sought survival from death and used this method to save Li Rufeng's life.

As for his own life, he left it to Changshengtian to decide.

Qi +1, "Flexible Warhorse" grants all soldiers a +30 Riding Skill...

Li Rufeng could see that the morale level of the troops under his command was 29. The basic morale level was 50 points, and 28 points was already a low morale level.

The morale records clearly stated: Night attack. Morale -8, Death of an important general. Morale -6x2, Heavy cavalry charge. Morale -6, Relatives massacred. Morale -6...

But fortunately, there are some positive bonus records following it: Shaman Encouragement. Morale +5, Defend Home. Morale +10, Affected by the Commander's personal ability. Morale +1!

However, the impact of the system is not limited to this. Its real impact is that it allows Li Rufeng to command the soldiers under his direct command at will!

"Gather around me!" Li Rufeng gave the order in his heart.

At this moment, all the soldiers who were incorporated into Li Rufeng's team felt a sudden sense of mission. In the chaos, they subconsciously felt the direction they were going!

Li Rufeng saw a new morale change recorded: They felt your call. Morale +10!

These soldiers went against the flow of people and began to gather towards Li Rufeng's location. The most confused among them was naturally the fierce general Haishaer...

Haishar, who was leading his cavalry to look for an opportunity to break in, suddenly found that his team was scattered, and the cavalry behind him began to gather towards the camp.

The only few cavalrymen who were not affected hesitated and followed the main force, and Haishar was immediately left alone.

With no other choice, Haishaer could only follow the cavalry team, although he could not think of any good way for these people to escape the heavy cavalry.

But as he expected, the riding skills of these cavalrymen seemed to have suddenly improved, and their performance was completely different from before. Even Haishar had to constantly adjust his posture to catch up.

Li Rufeng found a horse in the chaos and reunited with his cavalry while galloping.

There was no need for the two sides to communicate, the formation change was completed in a small space, forming a square formation headed by Li Rufeng, which left Haishar dumbfounded.

Li Rufeng looked at his brother Mengjiang with some apology. It was indeed unkind of him to suddenly snatch the command from him from a distance.

But next, he's going to start showing off!

Chapter 41: The Wizard of the Azure Wind

Li Rufeng commanded his own soldiers and divided the troops into four groups in the narrow camp with only two horizontal and vertical roads. They took advantage of the time difference to plow through the infantry who were slaughtering civilians.

All you have to do is follow behind me, charge, charge, and charge again!

There was only one target in Doste's eyes, and that was the Eastern Shaman. He had a hunch that he was the source of all the troubles he encountered tonight!

...

Protected by a dozen black-clad soldiers, the black-robed wizard stood amidst a pile of corpses, continuously scattering lavender glowing dust and muttering to himself, "Great and wise Wind of Wisdom, you descended upon the world in azure hues, bringing us enlightenment... Your servants offer you this humble sacrifice in exchange for your favor..."

The surrounding soldiers looked at the wizard casting spells with some horror. Although they had seen some unusual things before, they still felt a little scared watching him from such a close distance on the battlefield.

Especially when purple, transparent human-shaped outlines like souls gradually appeared on the corpses and drifted away in the wind, this fear became more concrete.

They were afraid of this extraordinary power and the wizard with glowing eyes.

The wizard watched with some excitement as the souls of the dead merged into the blue wind, looking forward to what kind of feedback the blue wind would give him and what kind of feedback would be given to this war, while calculating what he could gain from it.

The dead in this war were merely insignificant sacrifices; his true gift to the Azure Wind was the war itself.

The wizard relied on his eloquence and ability to convince Dost that the rise of the Black Sheep Dynasty was unstoppable and his best way out was to surrender to Sultan Karl Yusuf.

He also made Dost believe that these Mughals had the same double-mindedness, which would inevitably weaken his power, and Karl Yusuf would be very happy to see the Tumed Wanhu, who had once been loyal to Timur, split internally and turned into two relatively weak parts loyal to him respectively.

If Dost does not want his rights and voice to be divided, he'd better eliminate his competitors before Sultan Karl Yusuf reacts.

In this way, he would become the most powerful lord in the entire western region of the Black Sheep Dynasty. He could even call himself the Emir, and one day he might even become...

Using the simplest language to stir up the desires in people's hearts and make them fall into fighting is the favorite ritual of the Blue Wind. The wizard feels that he is not far from the next blessing ceremony, and a smile appears on the corner of his mouth.

However, the next second, accompanied by the sound of horse hooves, a group of cavalry appeared not far away.

The wizard's face turned ashen in an instant. His ritual had not yet ended. To be on the safe side, he set up a spell here that could confuse the mind. People around him would subconsciously think that there was nothing valuable here and leave.

The spell required five lives to cast, including a man, a woman, an old man, a child, and a bonus. It should still be working, but something had obviously gone wrong.

Dost's personal guards bravely went forward to meet them, because there were only eight cavalrymen, and they could not form a group due to the division of the surrounding tents.

The famous old shaman, other than that, the wizard didn't get any useful information.

This was undoubtedly a provocation to the Azure Wind. The wizard could even feel the whistling chill coming from the Azure Wind. The wind seemed to be urging him to sacrifice more wisdom and soul so that the Azure Wind could find out Li Rufeng's background.

But the wizard didn't have this chance, because the one who was even angrier than him was Duosite Wanhu.

He was promised that he would win the war and eventually gain authority over the entire Wanhu in the civil war. He was also promised that the Azure Wind would bring down divine power to help him win the war.

However, when the power of the blue wind descended, Doste was a little overwhelmed. What did he get?

He knew the history of the entire Taierba tribe, its secrets, and the intrigues behind it. Doste even experienced the fun of fucking a sheep man as if he were there firsthand...

"Azadirim! This is the divine power you promised!" Dost's roar drowned out the fight happening on this land. As if to strengthen Dost's persuasiveness, a full twenty cavalrymen once again galloped all the way from the end of the camp.

But at this time, the elderly, the weak, women and children who could run away had already run away, and those who could not escape either increased in number or had already died tragically at the hands of swords.

Doste's cavalry chased in vain those Taierbahe infantrymen who were not under Li Rufeng's management, but more people hid themselves in the tents, waiting for an opportunity.

Haishar followed one of the eight-man cavalry teams. They passed by Dost's team twice, hindering the heavy cavalry team from speeding up.

With their familiarity with the terrain, a wider field of vision and more flexible horses, those armored cavalry were turned into tigers in a cage.

He was surprised at the dullness of these heavy cavalrymen, and also at the ability of Li Rufeng to command the cavalry that he suddenly demonstrated. As a member of the Eagle of Order, he was naturally very sensitive to such unusual things.

But at the moment, Haishar had to temporarily put aside the doubts and suspicions in his heart and give priority to ending the war. He needed to bring Parisa back safely for examination. If she became a corpse, she would be worthless.

Haishar was indeed a warrior who had experienced many battles. He seized the opportunity, squatted on the saddle with his feet, leaned his center of gravity forward and moved with the horse's galloping.

He hid his figure behind the eight cavalrymen in front and waited for an opportunity. When the eight cavalrymen once again hindered the heavy cavalry's acceleration and began to turn, Haishar pounced on the knight at the back of the queue from the side and rear like a big bat!

Haishar grabbed the opponent's neck with one hand, and held the knight in his arms. A sharp dagger pierced the knight's neck diagonally along the gap in the armor.

He could feel the knight in his arms gradually losing the strength to resist, and his throat made a series of bubbling sounds, but until his death, he never uttered a proper cry for help, so that his companions who were close by were completely unaware of what was happening here.

A mute slave, Haishar, took the reins and weapons from the other party, pushed the knight's body to the ground, and without saying a word, stabbed his companion in the front row's horse's butt with a gun!

The horse neighed in pain and stood up, instantly disrupting the formation of the back row of the cavalry. In the blink of an eye, the four knights collided with each other, causing even greater chaos!

Li Rufeng's light cavalry, like carrion birds, immediately seized the opportunity and surrounded him from all directions!

Along with those men who had lost their organization and were hiding in tents, determined to avenge their loved ones, they also rushed out. No one in this land understood cavalry better than them, and they knew when riders were most vulnerable.

When these heavy cavalrymen lost their speed, they were like wild boars surrounded by wolves. They might be able to hold out for a few rounds relying on their thick skin and flesh, but they would eventually be ripped out of their intestines from behind.

Groups of infantrymen grabbed the knights' lances, knocked them off their horses, and tied their limbs so that they could not get up. Then a dagger or scimitar would take their lives through the gap.

Others used a simpler method. They used an iron-studded war club or a short-handled hammer, and hit the knight on the helmet or chest with a hammer. The knight would almost immediately stop moving.

Dost rushed forward in a rage, and the Silent Knight following behind him couldn't even tell Dost what was happening...

When he realized something was wrong, he was shocked to find that there were only twelve riders left behind him.

Dosite suddenly realized a hint of danger. The battlefield was silent. Apart from the sound of horses' hooves and people's breathing from both sides, there was no sound of fighting around... The troops he brought with him had almost dispersed!

Even that damned wizard, Azadirim, was gone.

It's time to retreat. A temporary failure doesn't mean a permanent failure. Even Genghis Khan had to turn back. Duo Si Te comforted herself in her heart...

But the anger in his heart was constantly surging. What went wrong? Taierbahe and his son were already dead. How could a small foreign shaman have such great appeal?

Doste took a last look at the Taierbahe tribe engulfed in flames. Looking around, there were corpses everywhere, but the cavalry galloping in the shadows represented that the tribe was still resisting stubbornly and they had not given up the fight.

He tried to find Li Rufeng's shadow, but he didn't know that Li Rufeng was already in the dark.

Targeted him.

These heavy cavalrymen who crossed the river only brought one warhorse. They carried their heavy armor and knights for more than a thousand steps on the slippery river beach, and charged back and forth three times in the Taierbahe camp. The horses were no longer able to bear the burden.

If heavy cavalry appeared on the grassland without the protection of infantry and light cavalry, the enemy would laugh so hard that their front teeth would fall out.

Now, although they are not exposed on the open grassland, they need to return to the riverbank where they crossed the river, take off their armor and get on the boat one at a time before setting sail.

Li Rufeng wanted to know how this group of heavy cavalry planned to retreat after losing a large number of infantry units and having the lightly armed river knights entangled.

He held up a torch in the dark, and needless to say, the other cavalrymen under his charge also found torches from various parts of the camp and followed him.

Li Rufeng had no intention of charging the enemy formation. He just hung behind Dosite's team at a moderate pace. Forty cavalrymen spread out to both wings with him as the center, like an eagle spreading its wings and holding its prey in its arms.

He maintained a speed slightly faster than the enemy and continued to exert pressure. The Taierbahe tribe was not far from the river, and both sides were cavalry. It only took a few minutes for them to see the dark Tianshui River flowing in the distance.

Three small river boats were parked by the river, and a large group of people gathered there, begging the soldiers guarding the boats to let them on board.

If Dost was close enough, he would have seen the Armenians who had managed to escape, the Persians who were fleeing in large numbers, and even two river cavalrymen who had appeared here at some point and were retreating with the infantry.

These men had been in a standoff with the defenders on the boats for some time, and no one wanted to challenge their ability to cross the Sweetwater River in early spring, especially when there were boats on the riverbank.

The truly smart people had already rowed the rafts that had previously carried the Armenian heavy infantry to the other side of the river.

At this moment, seeing a group of cavalry holding torches appear, these defeated soldiers immediately lost their only remaining order. Some of them raised their weapons towards the defenders on the boat, while others began to throw away their armor and jump into the icy river, intending to gamble with their physical strength.

Doste let out a roar of frustration, turned his head and looked at the cavalrymen who were lying in wait. No matter how loud he shouted, they could not restore order.

Although here, his soldiers were more numerous and perhaps better equipped, it was too late.

Doste dismounted, stabbed her beloved horse to death with a knife, and then angrily rushed to the boat's steps. However, the steps could not withstand the armored cavalry, so the man and horse, and the horse and armor had to be boarded separately.

But now, he didn't have that time. Killing his own warhorses so that they would not be used by the enemy was the only thing Doste could do.

The author says:

Author's words: Azure Wind is playing a little joke on mortals, everyone understands this, right?