The silver ingots were finally negotiated. The Mongolian general named Buletai really did not dare to insist on confronting King Shunyi. He also knew that the nobles in the city liked the young Han merchants in front of him, and some Han merchants who lived in Qingcheng for the past were determined to cooperate with this Han boss. If they really took the people away for business, the city would rebound immediately. In the end, Bunang Taiji could not save himself. He was beaten by a horse whip for this matter and offended the people to death. It would be worth it.

However, he let the person go away and rushed over with a loud voice. There were still many people watching, and he became a joke. Bullett was not angry and used his eyes to indicate the order. His subordinates had more than fifty people, and suddenly they started to run. It was originally a semicircular formation. After running, Zhang Han and others were sandwiched among two horses.

"Yohe..."

When running, all the Mongolian cavalry pulled out scimitars from their waists and waved their shoulders in their hands. The sword light flashed and the horse's hooves flew, which was imposing for a momentum.

Yinding stood up immediately with anger, and he had no choice. Buletai did not take action, but just rode the horse back and forth. This was a provocative act among the Mongolians. If there was no one on Yinding and Zhang Han, then even if they lost, after entering Qingcheng, Buletai and his subordinates would have the reputation of being brave. Even if they were remembered by the nobles in the city because of their rebelliousness, the price they paid was limited and it was still worth it.

The Mongolian armored cavalry were still shouting and making provocative sounds to Zhang Han and others. Their horses were getting closer and closer. After two rows, they crossed in front of Zhang Han and others. After a while, they exchanged left and right.

During the exchange, many armored horse riders showed off their riding skills, jumped off the saddle, jumped a few steps on the ground and then jumped on the horse. Either they stood on the horse, pulled their own riding bow, and did not take an arrow, but they pulled the bow string towards Zhang Han and others. When the bow string was pulled, it made a sound of collapse, and these Mongolians burst into laughter.

The people around were not afraid of the big troubles. The more lively the more they were, the more relieved they were. Both the Mongols and the Han people were actually the same. Except for a few Han merchants who were silent and did not want to see such a situation, many Han people who farmed were gathered together like the Mongols, looking at Zhang Han and others with interest. Some people were taking out copper coins to make bets to see if Zhang Han and others had the courage to take on this challenge. If they were to fight, which side would have a greater chance of winning?

"I want me to say that the little boss is fair and has not had a few beards. How could such a person have the courage to take on this?"

"I don't know which young man is, but he dares to break out here because his family has money."

"I dare to compete with us Mongolians than this Han people?"

"I bet on ten sheep, I bet on the little Han master who dared not accept the call!"

"I bet twenty heads, and they win."

Whether Han or Mongol people, they mostly have the same views on this matter. They are open to the market, but unfortunately no one should bet. Some gamblers are born to bet, but looking at Zhang Han and others, they feel that even if they fight for the big ones, their winning odds are too low, so they hesitate and dare not speak out.

Zhang Han also heard the comments not far away. He remained silent, and Liang Xing and others were already half angry. Zhang Han looked at Duoer and asked, "Duoer, what do they want to compare?"

"Horse skills, shooting skills, wrestling."

"Then what can't be compared?" Zhang Han said: "Duoer, go and compare with them."

"good."

Duo'er grinned, and his face turned purple. He said he was a Tartar official. In fact, his family lived in the Han territory for more than 200 years. Because it was a border army family, the martial arts he passed down from generation to generation have been improved, and he did not lose a single bit. He was very happy to ask him to take the call.

At that moment, Duo'er rode first, pointing at the other party's arrogant armored cavalry. The two rode together, then discussed the distance, and then rushed side by side toward a small hill in the distance.

This kind of mercedes-broadcasting is actually very effective in riding the two sides. The horses are not much different, and there will be no obvious gap. The horse control speed, turn, climb, and compete on horseback is a full set of skills of a horse knight. It cannot be done at all. If you have a little bit of a skill, you will fall behind or even fall off the horse. If you really fight, an elite cavalry can defeat dozens of people without any loss. The gap in strength immediately is much stronger than that on the ground.

The two riders rushed out, not only did everyone on Zhang Han pay attention to Duoer and the armored rider, but the people around him also shouted loudly, which caused more people to come and see the rare excitement. This is not the Mongolians of the same tribe playing games. On one side are Han caravans and Mongolian armored riders on the other side. It is impossible to see that the little Han boss has such courage and really dares to send his subordinates to catch the Mongolian provocation. At this time, many gamblers regretted it. They were a little timid and hesitant just now. If they took the market, dozens of sheep would have entered the tent.

Duoer and his opponent instantly ran far away. The two horses moved forward parallelly, and at a distance of dozens of steps, both of them were experienced riders, both of whom were tightly fit between the horse's neck, their legs slightly raised, and their thighs were tightly attached to the horse's belly. This posture was very powerful and could also make the horse know the owner's intentions at the first time. Both of them were short and strong, with their sturdy figures and sling legs, and their riding posture was almost the same. After running out, they almost did not have a difference of half a horse's body, and their speed was also mentioned the fastest, almost like a wind-chip electric coil.

Seeing this situation, the onlookers were all drinking, and Zhang Han was a little worried. He looked at Li Congye. He and Wang Duoer both came to Jizhen.

"Don't worry, boss." Li Congye smiled on his face: "They are even better than others. Wang Duoer is the best player in our Jizhen night. No matter how capable the Tartars are, they are just an ordinary armored cavalry. Wang Duoer will definitely win."

Zhang Han was a little calmer, thinking that this is indeed the case. Whether his subordinates are escorts or Ye Wu, they are all selected. The armored soldiers in front of him may also be good among the Mongols, but they are still far from Zhang Han's ability to choose one of the best in Ye Wu.

As expected, this was true. When they ran three miles away, Duoer was far away from the Mongol. His posture on the horse was more reasonable and he knew how to adjust the horsepower. They had already crossed two hillsides, turned over a slightly narrow mountain road, and rode towards the last hillside. After they took a detour, Duoer's control over the horse would definitely make him farther away from his opponent, and even if he asked the other party to slap the horse, he would not catch up.

There was no difference between the onlookers, although they didn't know that Duoer was actually a Mongolian, they only respected people who were better at driving war horses. Seeing Duoer chasing the wind, many people cheered him for him.

Buletai's face turned blue with anger, and his subordinates were also anxious, but they thought that their riding skills might not be much higher than their robes. After seeing Wang Duoer riding a horse, almost no one would think that their riding skills were still above the Ming man.

"This guy uses a bow and arrow!"

Wang Yikui's eyes were sharp and suddenly screamed.

Everyone also hurriedly paid attention to the movements of the Mongolian armored cavalry. Sure enough, they saw that the man had pulled a riding bow away, and the bowstring was pulled into a circle. Amid the amazement and scolding of the crowd, a feather arrow shot towards Duoer quickly under the naked eye.

Yinding reminded Zhang Han: "This arrow is bent and the arrow is immediately disturbed, which is also a kind of competition."

Everyone realized when they heard this, but the eyes of the Tartar were still full of contempt. They shot out quietly, similar to sneak attacks, and they really couldn't afford to lose.

Yinding's face was also a little embarrassed. No matter what, it was his tribe who did such a shameful thing. Fortunately, the Mongols praised him for being generous and sincere. This time, he really threw his face to his grandma's house.

"It's okay," Li Congye still looked calm: "If this arrow Duoer can't escape, he is not worthy of not accepting that night."

The Zhao brothers and Ren Jing and others also looked calm.

Ye Busheng just entered this group. Zhang Han treated his subordinates sincerely, and his salary was heavy. Everyone moved to the family again. Of course, they really wanted to integrate into this group. However, they joined for a short time, and they didn't know each other very well. Especially Ye Busheng always had a sense of arrogance. All the studs were not seen by them. Even Liang Xing and Yang Qiu were the same. They were not recognized by them. Only Wang Changfu was indeed very good at Ye Busheng. Except for a few

In addition, they are mostly not Wang Changfu's opponents. In addition, Wang Changfu is very knowledgeable and able to train new recruits. In this way, Wang Changfu has barely gained the recognition of this group of people. In addition to Wang Changfu, Wang Yikui and Li Laibin have made meritorious deeds and have killed bandits and bloody corpses in their eyes. In their eyes, they are similar to new recruits. Every time they see these eyes of Ye Busu, the corpses are so angry that they tremble. If it weren't for the strict rules, they would have beaten the group several times.

Although they shared the same hatred for the enemy at this time, listening to Li Congye's words, the escorts were still a little unhappy. It was a bit too arrogant if they didn't take them at night!

But Wang Duoer's performance quickly confirmed Li Congye's words!

The arrow was almost difficult to tell with the naked eye. It flew to Duoer in the blink of an eye. The original intention of the opponent's archery was to disturb Duoer's control of the horse and harass his speed of traveling, so that he could catch up. The arrow seemed to be shot fiercely, but in fact it didn't use much force, and it did break the arrow... The Mongolian was shameless to have an arrow. A veteran like Duoer could see at a glance that it was a broken arrow. The arrow without the arrow could only be shot close. It was a little farther away and could not control the head at all. Even if it was close, the arrow was sunk back and light, and the force was not strong. After seeing it accurately, he gave in a little. In the eyes of the people behind, it seemed like an arrow hit him. After everyone exclaimed, Duoer suddenly turned around and everyone could see clearly that the arrow just now happened to be held in his mouth by Duoer!
Chapter completed!