Mount and Blade Central Asia

If there is enough time, Habashibuhua will use Parthian tactics to shoot until the opponent collapses.

However, Li Rufeng and Parisa were almost surrounded by the other two teams of Black Sheep. Habashibuhua had no choice but to ignore the casualties and defeat the enemies in front of him as quickly as possible.

During the final fifty meters of adjustments, several months of off-the-job training had allowed these young men to subconsciously form a fairly standard wedge formation, with the most experienced Habashibuhua and the most capable Hulucierjia as the arrows, lined up on both sides.

Although these nomadic cavalrymen had never participated in wars, they had all seen blood. To maintain the Khanate's rule over this land, no one could stay out of it.

So at this moment, even though some people were so nervous that they were trembling all over and their muscles were stiff, no one retreated when facing the Black Sheep people who were charging towards them. Everyone opened their eyes wide, roared, and slashed at the enemy with their sabers!

The cavalry of both sides crossed each other. Habashibuhua relied on his experience to predict his opponent's movements, swung out a short-handled axe, and hit the opponent's face directly!

At this distance, with the speed of the horse, the metal helmet was like paper, and the axe took the opponent's life in an instant. Then Habashibuhua still had the strength to dodge the horse that had lost its owner, turned around and used his saber to leave a long wound on the back of another cavalryman who passed by!

"urai!" Habashibuhua roared excitedly, and beside him, Huluchirjia, holding a cavalry spear, did not disappoint his companions' trust in him. He stabbed the spear directly into the enemy's chest, and with the inertia of the horse, he directly stabbed an armored enemy off the horse's back!

Hearing Habashibuhua's battle cry, Huluchirjia also shouted, raised his weapon high, and let the blood flow along the spear all over his body.

When Habashibuhua turned his horse around and prepared to reorganize his formation, he only counted nine people. Two tribal cavalrymen were either left behind or killed by the enemy, but he no longer cared about that.

"Follow me, draw your bows and arrows!" Habashibuhua raised his saber and rushed towards the main camp of the Black Sheep Cavalry behind Li Rufeng.

Because of the previous entanglement with the enemy's left wing, Habashibuhua and his men had become the rearmost of the entire team. After a short sprint, they approached from behind and were less than fifty meters behind the enemy's main cavalry.

The abundant horsepower gave Habashibuhua an advantage in maneuverability, and he maximized this advantage.

Because both teams are now moving in the same direction, and the wind direction is wrong, Habashibuhua still uses horses.

The knife suppressed the young tribesmen's desire to attack.

Having just experienced a thrilling clash, they were still so excited that they couldn't even hold the bows steady and couldn't shoot at the target at all.

He just shouted loudly and kept repeating his own orders: "Hold steady, take a deep breath, and listen to my commands!"

This simple command is easier for these novices with blood rushing to their heads to hear, and it can also continuously put pressure on the enemy.

Not many people can remain calm when there are arrows pointing at them from behind. If the Black Sheep people could do that, they would not have been destroyed by the old Sultan in just one month.

Habashibuhua is an old soldier who has fought with the old Sultan in many battles. He has only one evaluation of these Turkmen barbarians who are under the banner of black sheep, that is, they are not up to par.

At this time, the main camp of the Black Sheep Cavalry in front of Habashibuhua was less than fifty meters away from Parisa, and Parisa was also less than fifty meters away from Li Rufeng and Beren.

The ten black sheep cavalrymen on the right wing were parallel to Parisa and were moving towards the center, intending to surround Parisa first.

In this land, women are neglected. Unless they are the mothers who give birth to heirs, the granddaughters of the old sultan like Parisa actually have little political value.

The king of the Black Sheep, Karl Yusuf, captured Parisa for the sole purpose of filling his harem and using her to humiliate the late Sultan Timur and his son Miran Shah.

Milansha might be furious about being humiliated, but he probably wouldn't shed a tear for what happened to Parisa.

But now, these people have obviously set their sights on Parisa and want to see her alive or dead.

Of course, Parisa saw what Li Rufeng had done, but she didn't dare to let her horse suddenly change direction and bypass that area. Her horse was also exhausted and might collapse if she exerted any more force on it.

She could only grit her teeth and gamble on her luck as a descendant of Timur, and on her horse not falling into the trap...

Parisa was horrified to feel that her horse suddenly lost its balance and fell to one side. Because of the speed, at this moment Parisa even felt as if she was flying in the clouds.

It's over, this is Parisa's last thought...

If she fell off the horse at this speed, even if her neck wasn't broken, she would never be able to stand up again in her lifetime.

Li Rufeng looked at Parisa who suddenly flew out behind him with some regret, and prayed devoutly for her - it would be better if she fell to death directly, otherwise leaving her alive would be a disaster no matter how you look at it.

But the next second, the long sword carried by Parisa burst out with a dazzling red light, and the horse exploded into blood plasma as if it was crushed by an invisible hand.

The enormous force even caused the mixture of flesh and blood to splash onto Li Rufeng's face. He stared blankly in that direction. Parisa was like a Valkyrie reborn from blood. She stood on the ground intact with the sword in both hands, with unspeakable anger on her face, pointing the tip of the sword at Li Rufeng.

?

None of my business?

After all, Li Rufeng was the shaman of Changshengtian. He was knowledgeable, calm, and thick-skinned. He only delayed for a second before continuing to ride his horse to create distance.

I've seen a lot of weird things, so just don't take them seriously. No one can catch up with me today, I'm telling you!

Li Rufeng raised his middle finger towards the other party. Although no one knew what this gesture meant, combined with the expression on his face, it accurately conveyed Shaman Rufeng's contempt.

If you are awesome, then blow up my horse, otherwise just cover my rear!

Parisa stood up straight as if to pretend to be cool for a second, and then under Li Rufeng's stimulation, she spat out a mouthful of blood and collapsed.

Maybe it was the impact of the horse's explosion, or maybe it was the threat from Habashibuka behind him, but in any case, the ten knights in the Black Sheep Knights' main camp suddenly collapsed the second before they could kill Parisa.

They suddenly scattered as if they had seen a ghost, avoiding Parisa and the circular bloodstain on the ground. Several panicked cavalrymen even bumped into each other, fell off their horses and broke their necks.

The black sheep people screamed in fear, words like devil, red wind, blood, etc., as if the most evil thing in the world was here.

Among the right-wing cavalrymen who arrived at this time, there was a leader. He shouted to reorganize the troops and used the momentum of the charge to force back Habashibuhua and his group.

Nearly twenty Black Sheep Knights circled around Parisa, who was lying on the ground, her life or death unknown. They used the circle of flesh and blood on the ground as the dividing line, but did not dare to cross the line.

Li Rufeng also reined in his horse and stopped. After being taught by the old shaman for two and a half years, he couldn't help but feel curious about the strange phenomenon happening before his eyes.

How could a perfectly good horse suddenly explode?

Haishar, who had been lagging far behind and staring at Li Rufeng and his group, also looked solemn at this time. He stood on a high place and looked at the sword in Parisa's arms, and a hint of murderous intent flashed in his eyes.

Chapter 20: The Black Riders Descend the Mountain

Haishar put on his armor, tied his other two horses in place, and finally adjusted his breathing rhythm. He rode his horse down the hillside, aiming directly at Parisa who was lying unconscious on the ground.

As a knight of the Eagle of Order, his duty is to eliminate those things that do not belong to this world, such as the flesh hound and the power that Parisa possesses.

When Timur was alive, he had an agreement with the Eagle of Order that they could walk freely within the territory of his empire and, with his warrant, could take over the territory when necessary.

Dispatch nearby soldiers to assist.

But Milansha has always been a major obstacle to cooperation between the two sides. The Eagle of Order has always suspected that Milansha is secretly worshipping Scarlet Wind, or to be more precise, they suspect that Timur and his army are secretly worshipping Scarlet Wind.

However, there is no solid evidence to prove this. At the same time, the Eagle of Order does not have enough power to interfere with a powerful sultan like Timur. Even if he really believes in the Scarlet Wind, the Eagle of Order can only turn a blind eye. Moreover, at that time, Timur was at least still a devout Muslim in his personal words and deeds.

The only problem, the only one who exposed his tracks was Misharan. After he ordered the massacre of the residents of Tabriz, the investigators of the Eagle of Order ventured into the city before Timur arrived, but unfortunately they failed to come out with the evidence in time.

When Timur arrived, the angry Sultan whipped Miranshah with iron chains in front of the entire army until he was dying. Only then did he spare his life after being persuaded by other Mongol princes. Then Timur ordered his men to burn Tabriz completely and bury everything in the sea of ​​fire.

Since then, Milansha's tyranny has been restrained a lot. The Eagle of Order has secretly searched for evidence of his worship of Scarlet Wind several times but has failed. It seems that he has turned over a new leaf after that beating.

But every Eagle of Order knows that no one who has bathed in the Four Winds can turn back, without exception.

And now, Milansha's descendant - Parisa, she is a living evidence, Haishar must go to check her and the sword.

The sudden appearance of the knight not only scared the Black Sheep Man, but also scared Li Rufeng. Without knowing the other party's origin, Li Rufeng rode at full speed to reunite with his own people.

Perhaps people grow faster under pressure. In the short chase of more than ten minutes just now, Li Rufeng gained some valuable experience in riding, bringing his overall proficiency to 25/25 and obtaining his first riding specialty.

This valuable riding feat provides Li Rufeng with the following choices: [Full Charge] or [Nimble Warhorse].

[Full Speed ​​Charge: (Individual) The collision damage you cause while riding a horse increases by 20%. (Captain) The collision damage of the cavalry in your formation increases by 10%.

[Flexible Warhorse: (Individual) Your horse control increases by 10%, (Captain) The riding proficiency of the cavalry in your formation increases by 30]

The choice this time was relatively easy. Li Rufeng first ruled out the possibility of himself as a shaman leading the cavalry to charge, and directly chose the "Flexible Warhorse" specialty, which was obviously more suitable for him and had a super model look no matter how he looked at it.

The moment he chose his specialty, Li Rufeng inexplicably felt that he had a completely new understanding of the horse under his crotch. It was as if he had suddenly become enlightened and mastered the knowledge points that Habashibuhua had taught him before.

When running towards Habashibuhua's team, he tentatively loosened his hands holding the reins, and controlled the warhorse entirely with the strength of his waist, abdomen and lower limbs, freeing his hands.

Li Rufeng remained balanced on the horse's back, his body rising and falling as the horse galloped. There was no confrontation, only tacit understanding, as if both parties were already familiar with each other.

A smile appeared on his face. At this moment, he finally felt the joy of riding across the prairie. If the occasion was not wrong, he really wanted to shout out his feelings like Bater.

At this time, Habashibuhua and his tribal cavalry gathered in an open space a hundred meters away from the Black Sheep People, with arrows in their hands still ready to be fired, ready to guard against their counterattack at any time.

But the tribal cavalry behind him, except for Huluchirjia, were obviously in fear. They had never seen such a strange situation. A horse exploded without any warning.

Some sharp-eyed tribal cavalrymen who saw Li Rufeng scattering nails on the ground even believed that it was the magic of Rufeng Shaman.

He can snatch people back from Changshengtian, so naturally he can also make the enemy's horse explode suddenly.

With this thought in mind, when Li Rufeng brought Beren into the team, several cavalrymen took a few steps back in awe, not even daring to look directly at Li Rufeng's back.

At this time, Bater was leading a few horses in the distance and dragging a wounded man to join the team.

Li Rufeng knew the wounded soldier who was leaning on the horse's back and seemed to be breathing in less than out. His name was Bahelimu. Although he was only twenty-one years old, he was already the father of three children. Li Rufeng helped deliver his last two children and was as familiar with Bahelimu's wife as he was himself.

At this moment, a hole was smashed on the face of this strong grassland man by the short nail hammer, half of his nose was sunken, half of his eye was turned outward, and his face was covered with blood.

With such injuries, Bahelimu should have died long ago. The reason he persisted until now was to see Shaman Rufeng.

The moment he saw Li Rufeng, Bahelimu even had the strength to raise his arm and raised three fingers towards Li Rufeng.

Li Rufeng held Bahelimu's hand. He had become accustomed to death in the past two years. Sometimes, just a rusty iron nail could take away a life.

But this time, things were more or less different. The reason why Bahelimu became a cavalryman selected by the tribe, went to the battlefield, and dared to charge face to face with the enemy was for Li Rufeng.

"I understand what you mean," Li Rufeng said, "Your children will receive the best care, and your wife will continue to be

I will inherit your property. If she wants to remarry, I will raise the children. The tribe will not let them suffer."

Baherimu showed his last smile, took his last breath, and fell limply on the horse's back. The hand held by Li Rufeng also lost its warmth.

"May the Eternal Heaven bless the warriors who dare to face death. Bahelimu will ride on a Pegasus and gallop across the vast grasslands of Tengger, watching over us forever." Li Rufeng then recited a few funeral speeches that no one could understand, and everyone present watched all this solemnly.

Only Li Rufeng knew that those funeral speeches were made up on the spot by the old shaman, and he himself probably didn't know what they meant. However, as the most authoritative shaman in this area, the old shaman had the final right to interpret the Changshengtian belief.

If the words recited by other shamans at the funeral do not match those of the old shaman, they will be considered inauthentic and will have to travel thousands of miles to learn the skills from the old shaman.

In short, no matter whether the old shaman made up a few words at the time, "I exchanged my dreams for a tattered pop song", now this has become the standard funeral speech of the local shamans.

Only then did Habashibuhua have time to check his troops again, and found that in addition to Bahelimu, another cavalryman who was left behind was the cook Abu, who was missing.

At this time, the fully armed Haishaer was approaching quickly. Li Rufeng and Habashibuhua exchanged glances, and neither could guess who the other was.

Haishar was wearing a pure black robe and riding an extremely majestic black horse. His shoulder height was at least 1.7 meters. In addition, the knight himself was also very tall. As he galloped down the gentle slope, his black cloak was blown open by the wind behind him like the outstretched wings of a devil. The demoralized group of black sheep cavalry immediately scattered and reorganized their formation dozens of meters away from Parisa.

Haishar's attitude towards the Black Sheep People was very clear. When he was at least seventy steps away from the enemy, he picked up a longbow that was obviously a circle larger and shot arrows continuously!

He shot a total of five arrows. When he shot the fifth arrow, he was less than thirty steps away from Parisa. Of these five arrows, except for the first arrow that missed, the other four arrows directly knocked four Black Sheep Cavalrymen off their horses.

Habashibuhua's eyes, which had been narrowed, now widened wider than copper bells. Hulucierjia opened his mouth wide, but no sound came out.

Li Rufeng's eyes also widened a lot, but his first reaction was to shrink back, so that he felt safer with a few more people in front of him.

What does it mean to shoot an arrow through a hundred paces? What does it mean to be unrivaled in horseback archery? This is it! It's certainly impressive, but if you're unsure whether the opponent is friend or foe, it's safest to run away.

This time, the Black Sheep people completely collapsed. Although the commander was still shouting and trying to save the situation, that round of five arrows seemed to have shot into their hearts. After experiencing these accidents, no one was willing to look back.

As the sixth arrow flew out of the bowstring, the Black Sheep commander was pierced through the chest and fell powerlessly on his horse.

Whatever mission they came with, it's over now.

He hadn't seen such an interesting person for a long time, and judging from the previous purification of the Flesh Hound, the old guy had found a good successor for himself.

"My things are all with the other two horses up the hill. I'm afraid I have nothing to offer you." Haishar lifted her black veil, revealing her sincere face. "I followed you all the way here, hoping to see what kind of person you are, but my plans were disrupted."

At this point, Haishar glanced at Parisa, who was still unconscious a few meters away, and the sword, and asked Li Rufeng, "You knew she was Milansha's daughter, and you still dared to attack her?"

"How come I didn't know she was the daughter of Lord Milansha?" Li Rufeng scratched his ear, looking scoundrelly. "To me, she's just a vicious woman trying to find scapegoats."

"Hahaha, kid, if we have time, we can chat over a drink, but today we have business to attend to." Haishaer shook his head and said directly to Li Rufeng. "My name is Haishaer, and I'm from a mysterious organization. You don't need to know its name right now, just know that your teacher and I worked together for a while."

"We dealt with some things together, similar to what you buried before, but worse." Haishar looked at Li Rufeng's face, as if remembering the old shaman, and continued, "For example, that lady and the weapons she carried."

"Are you talking about the belief in the Four Wind Gods?" Li Rufeng asked tentatively. The old shaman kept this secret well hidden until his death. Apart from a name, he had no other information. "Like that monster and the horse today?"

"Yes, the Four Wind Gods, but I cannot tell you more, because even their names are a kind of pollution." Haishar explained, "But you have great potential, boy. Perhaps I can tell you a little more, but now you should tell me your name first."

"Li Rufeng, as you can see, we're Tang people, or should we call us Ming people now?" Li Rufeng showed off himself. "Then the monster we buried was chased all the way here by you guys? I want to know, what level of enemy do you think that thing is?"

"They're a little harder to deal with than your tribesmen. I'm not saying they're weak, but they're the easier type to deal with." Haishaer said with some emotion, "After all, they can be dealt with with swords."

Tsk, Li Rufeng and Haishaer were silent for a while, their minds were full of the image of the sexy Sadako crawling out of the TV and being beaten violently with a folding stool.

"So you called me here not just to reminisce about the past, right?" Li Rufeng brought up the topic. He was worried that Parisa would wake up soon, and then the two of them and his horse would have to fight again.

"You are a shaman, and I am a warrior. We each have our own strengths, and I need your help." Haishaer didn't hide it any further. "Your teacher and we have an agreement. When necessary, we can seek help from the shaman of Changshengtian."

But I'm a fake shaman, I can't do anything except cut open stomachs, sew stitches, and pull teeth. You're different, you're a super warrior who can fight 20 people at once and still win. I don't really want to help Man...

The organization that uses Kaaba holy stone powder as consumables has a self-evident status in the religious community of this land. Most of its partners are good brothers who work for free with dry food and respect and honor.

Li Rufeng might be the first person in the last hundred years to ask for payment from the Eagle of Order.

But Haishar himself hadn't taken the initiative to introduce the Eagle of Order. He simply explained that he and the old shaman had worked together before. And since Li Rufeng was a pagan from the East, there didn't seem to be anything wrong with that...

Haishar was silent for a moment, then took out a short dagger inlaid with precious gems from his waist and handed it to Li Rufeng. "This was a gift given to me by your Sultan Timur himself during the Ankara War six years ago. It's said to be the personal weapon of Bayezid, the Ottoman Sultan known as the Lightning. It should be worth quite a bit."

"Deal!" Li Rufeng didn't hesitate and took it directly, without even looking at it, and threw it into the backpack on his horse.