Thirty-one years ago, a baby boy named Hurd was born in a tent.

The baby boy's mother died that night. According to the customs of the Hed, the baby boy who killed his mother should be abandoned. The underlying logic of the custom is realistic and cruel, and the newborn who loses his mother cannot be raised.

The baby boy's father was following Queye Khan to fight outside. His grandmother felt sorry for him and took him back to the tent and placed it in the steamed sawdust.

Three days ago, he first used two rolls of cowhide to breastfeed another mother, and then used cotton cloth dipped in horse milk to feed him.

After two months, when he decided that the dark child could survive, his grandfather carried him to the shaman.

Shaman named the child, Kuoshhazi - a child raised by horse milk

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Thirty-one years later, Kuoshhachi, who was left on the hill, was surprised to find that the group of Paratus on the opposite hillside was not only not led away, but instead expanded its formation to launch a charge towards the bottom of the ditch.

The baby boy who survived eating horse milk is now Turukota from the Evil Earth Ministry.

The shouts of killing and bloody smell made the war horse anxious, and the horse stomped its steps uneasily.

The young Honglingyu rider beside him asked anxiously: "What should I do? Kuoshihaqi? The two legs are coming down! Hurry up and call Mangtai and the others back!"

Kuoshihaqi's eyebrows were twisted into a knot: "Mangtai has rushed over, and there are fat sheep there. How could he come back? Besides, he never listened to me, and I am not his leader."

"What should I do?"

"What to do?" Kuoshihazi glared: "Test."

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The Centuries running at full speed still maintain a rough formation, which is a credit for the training.

Although anxious, Winters did not lead them into the battle group, because more than half of his men were crossbowmen and musketeers.

More than ten meters outside the melee area, the Montane Hundreds set their sights.

"Spikeman! Hollow square formation! Musketeer and crossbowman! Double line-up!" The lieutenant's order came out of his helmet, sounding muffled: "Test the Heards behind me."

Winters knew that his subordinates had a poor shooting level. They were aiming at the enemy, but they were likely to hit their own people.

They can only fight back to the battlefield, where there are more Hurds.

Amid the scolding of the ten-men, the spearman stood in a small square formation that was only eight people wide, and the archer hurriedly ran to the front row.

"preparation!"

Sagittarius holds his breath.

"Open fire!"

Gunshots rang through the valley, and lead and crossbow arrows flew together. More than a dozen Hed cavalrymen behind the battlefield were caught off guard, and their actions of fighting against both sides were involuntarily stopped.

In a round of volleys, the musketeers and crossbowmen began to shoot freely.

The enemy also noticed that the Montane Hundreds, several Hud cavalrymen left the battlefield and rushed towards the loading militia shooter.

Winters pulled out the spring rifle from the gun bag and aimed at the visitor.

The first shot was missing.

The second shot also missed.

The furious Lieutenant Montane threw his gun to the ground, pulled out his sabre, and slapped his horse to kill the Heds.

The head was a strong and tough Hudd man, who had long noticed the silver-gray horse and the officer Paratu on the saddle.

This is a standard cavalry hedge, and life and death can be distinguished in the moment of interlacing.

Both sides approached each other from their right hand, desperately stretching their saber forward, and no one gave in.

There are only two horses left, and they are about to die together.

At the critical moment, Winters suddenly pulled the reins and jumped to the front right with a heart-to-heart relationship.

At the same time, the saber was skillfully switched from right hand to left hand by Winters.

In the shocked gaze of the Hurd, Winters' saber had slashed to the opponent's left shoulder.

This move was taught by Gillard Mitchell to Winters, and it was the unique skill of Old Dusak. For right-handed cavalry who used swords, the left half of the body was absolutely defensive.

After dealing with the Hudders, Winters was surrounded by several other Hudder cavalry.

Hudd's savages are numerous, but the lieutenant is wearing three quarters of the armor. A few of them are on the horse, and I fight with each other, and weapons are fighting each other, and sparks are splashing everywhere.

The musketeers and crossbowmen were afraid of weapons and dared not fire. The spearmen did not have orders and dared not disperse the formation.

Winters wanted to take out the iron nail, but only felt a piece of iron plate - the pocket of the iron nail in the armor.

Winters, who had one against many, fell into a disadvantage, and the scimitar waved at him from all directions. The Hurds took the back of their thighs and attacked the joints where the armor was weak or without armor, so he could only try his best to resist.

Qiang Yun neighed and bite Hed's horse's neck, and kicked desperately with his hind hooves.

Another powerful slash was slashed, and Winters's spine seemed to be squeezed by a rattan. The scimitar did not cut through the iron plate, but it still hurt.

But the next moment, his pressure suddenly eased.

The Hed cavalry in front of him was knocked down from the horse by a heavy halberd, and Heinrich stepped on the fallen chest. Berryon swung the war hammer and smashed the Hed man with all his strength.

The fallen cavalry twitched a few times and stopped moving.

And Charles, holding a long halberd, was already fighting with another Hud cavalry.

With the help of three personal guards, Winters quickly dealt with the other Hurds.

"Go back to the square." Winters gasped. The battle lasted just a few minutes, but he felt exhausted.

Two horns came from the hillside, one long and one short.

More Hud cavalrymen escaped from the melee and gathered again. They bypassed the battlefield and snatched the Montane Hundreds.

The musketeers and crossbowmen hurriedly hid into the square.

"Free shooting!" Winters took off his helmet - the iron can made him breathless - shouted: "Hold on the front line!"

His square formation was too small and too thin, with only a row of spearmen around him, and it scattered as soon as it rushed.

It depends on whether the Hudders are afraid of death and whether they dare to break a gap.

Are the Heds terrified first? Or are the Paratus collapsed first?

"Hold the spear tightly! Keep your position!" Winters tried his best to arouse the courage in the militia's heart: "Escape is also death! Protect your robes!"

The charge of the Hed cavalry seemed like an unstoppable mountain torrent, and it was about to arrive in a blink of an eye.

"Lord forgive me" spearman, who was facing the impact, trembling and closing his eyes.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! A series of rapid gongs came from the hillside.

The Hud cavalry charged towards the Montane Hundreds immediately turned, not only them, but the other Huds in the valley also escaped from the melee and retreated to the hillside.

"Win!" Shire shouted excitedly.

The Palatus people cheered.

On the hillside, the Honglingyu rider asked angrily: "Why? Why should we withdraw?"

"Let's wait for Haugkota to come." Kuoshhazi put on his helmet: "We can't win by just relying on us."

"Who said he couldn't win?" Hong Lingyu became anxious.

"I said. If you are not blind, you should be able to see it."

Hong Lingyu was furious: "Now, aren't the boys dying in vain? Hold on for a while, maybe the two legs will be broken."

"If you continue to fight, you will only fight all the children of the Evil Earth Tribe, and you can't win." Kuoshihaqi stared at her eyes and said, "Since that's the case, then you should withdraw quickly! What's wrong? Are you not convinced?"

Hong Lingyu became weak and whispered: "What can I do if I don't accept it...what should I do if I am angry?"

"You go and call him back."

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There is a tradition of "using large to control small" in the Alliance Army, that is, when two hundred-man teams fight together, the centurion with higher rank and qualifications is responsible for command.

The Hudd people also had similar customs. Two Tulus, who belonged to the same Hauge, would recommend Kota, who was more convinced, to lead all his troops.

The two Hed Century teams, Kuoshhazi and Mangtai, caught up with the Palathus

Traditionally, Kuoshhazi was the supreme commander, but Mangtai, who was born in the Ula tribe, was not convinced.

The task that Kuoshihazi gave to Mangtai was very simple, and he feinted the convoy and led another team of Paratus on the hillside.

However, the team of two legs on the hillside did not follow, but instead rushed down the valley and joined the melee.

"Mangtai! What should I do?" asked Shurji, the chief of the tenth husband, and asked, "Do you want to go back?"

"Why are you going back?" Mangtai gritted his teeth and said, "The two-legged guy's soldiers are all below, and there is no soldier beside the carriage. If they don't follow us, we will just pretend to attack and become a strong attack!"

More than fifty Hed cavalry crossed the hills and roared towards the unprotected large convoy.

However, it was a bit different from the Hed people's expectations, and the two legs did not panic and ran away in scattered ways.
To be continued...