More than 10,000 Red Turban Army outside the east gate of Tres have gathered together. They hold simple weapons and look at the horizon ahead with excitement. The Nanchuan Army will come from the east.

A black battle flag appeared on the horizon in the distance, and then dozens of Nanchuan cavalry wrapped in ink armor appeared in the sight of the Red Turban Army.

"Brothers! Did you see it? Great armor!" The big boss Long Hai looked at the armor on dozens of Nanchuan cavalrymen in the distance and showed excitement, which led to the morale of the other Red Turban soldiers. They were all eager to defeat the Nanchuan army and obtain armor, weapons, food and gold coins.

Nanchuan Qingqi, who was the scout, stopped on the hillside and looked up at the city of Teres. The smoke was rolling. Countless armed personnel in variegated costumes gathered under a large banner with the word "Dragon" written on it, screaming strangely.

"To return to the general, Tres has fallen, and about eight or nine thousand enemies are lined up outside the East Gate." The scout 100 men added: "They have simple weapons, only dozens of cavalry, and the rest are infantry."

After the scouts were finished speaking, the three scouts were already turning their heads and running towards Lai Lu, preparing to report the situation here to the cavalry general Murong Ke.

"The 10th team went to the left wing to investigate, and the 20th team went to the right wing to investigate. If there was any situation, the arrows were sounded to warn." After the scouts were dispatched to the two teams of scouts in a row, they carefully observed the Red Turban Army not far away.

The Red Turban Army had a size of about 10,000 people, which was more like a group of beggars than an army. Each of them had packages of different sizes hanging on their bodies, which looked particularly bloated. The weapons in their hands proved that they were indeed an army rather than a refugee.

The scout hundred men saw Tres, who was rolling smoke behind the Red Turban Army, and a light of hatred flashed in his eyes. It was the hometown where he once lived, and now it was destroyed by the brutal Red Turban Army in front of him.

"Big leader, why are there only a few people?" Seeing the Nanchuan scout Qingqi stopping in the distance and then moving forward, a small leader was puzzled.

The big leader Long Hai narrowed his eyes and smiled: "It's just their scout. Wait, their large army is not far away."

"Hehe, leader of the dragon, our cavalry team went to chop them up!" The cavalry leader on the thin horse stared at the fierce war horse seated by the scout of Nanchuan, and reported to Long Hai with his fists.

Long Hai laughed: "Go and boost the morale of the children."

The reason why Long Hai agreed that his only dozens of precious cavalrymen went to fight was because he was attracted by the opponent's excellent armor and weapons, and the other hand, he wanted to test the strength of the main force of the Nanchuan Army.

Longhai's Red Turban Army was originally active in the northern part of the Qinghe Province of the dynasty, and did not fight with the Nanchuan Army. Although they had fought fiercely in Teres and the Nanchuan Provincial Guards, they were all second-line garrison troops and their strength was average. Now Longhai is eager to know the real strength of the Nanchuan Army's field troops.

Dozens of the only cavalry of the Red Turban Army shouted and swept towards the Nanchuan scouts in the distance. Their eyes were shining, trying to win the head and win excellent weapons and war horses.

Looking at the dozens of Red Turban cavalry roaring over, a sharp light flashed in the eyes of the scouts of the Nanchuan Scouts. He pulled out the ring-headed sword of the newly equipped cavalry and shouted coldly: "Fight!" As he said that, he clamped his legs and rushed out with a horse's belly.

The other Nanchuan scouts Qingqi showed contempt in their eyes, and they pulled out their ring-headed swords to run out. Although they were only a few dozen cavalry forces, the fierce war horses and fierce knights' uniform movements made them look like thousands of troops, and were as powerful as thunder, which made a strange look flash in the eyes of Long Hai, the big boss watching the battle in the distance.

"Kill!"

The momentum of the Nanchuan cavalry made the Red Turban Army's cavalry breathe, but now they have no arrows after they are fired. Now they are laughing at each other when they are withdrawing, so they feel that their chances of victory are not high, so the Red Turban Army's cavalry still rushes upwards with their teeth.

"Crack through!" The scouts shouted coldly, and the dozens of Nanchuan light cavalry following behind him suddenly understood and suddenly changed their formation during the charge. The half-moon array that was originally advancing in unison suddenly turned into awl formations and rushed towards the Red Turban Cavalry.

Compared with the conical formations of the Nanchuan cavalry, the Red Turban Army cavalry all felt that it was very bad, but they only knew how to ride horses, so they could not find any formation. They only rely on their personal courage in battle. No matter what formation they formed, they would definitely rush upwards in a swarm.

"boom!"

Two cavalry collided with each other. At the moment of contact, people flew up and horses, and blood flew into the sky with broken blood. The skull of the war horse was shattered in the violent impact, and then they turned to the ground with a tragic cry.

Then there was a fierce collision of iron tools, but the Red Turban Cavalry discovered sadly that the inferior sword in their hands and the opponent's stainless steel ring-headed sword were broken into two pieces. Then, the Red Turban Cavalry clearly cut off the body of the Nanchuan Cavalry, but with a splash of sparks, it could not break the opponent's excellent armor except for a scratch.

Compared with the powerless attack of the Red Turban Cavalry, the lethality of the Nanchuan Scout Light Cavalry was extremely sharp. The round-headed sword made of fine steel was created by Lin Chuan imitating the ring-headed sword of the Han cavalry in later generations. It was extremely sharp. With one knife, the people and horses were shattered, and blood mixed with broken bones flew across the sky.

The war horses crossed out, and in just a few dozen seconds, screaming endlessly. More than half of the dozens of red scarf cavalrymen were chopped off, but the Nanchuan scout Qing Cavalry was unscathed and was turning their heads to charge again.

The smell of blood on the battlefield was strong, and the injured Red Turban cavalry wailed in pain. The sound of the Red Turban infantry shouting in the distance stopped abruptly, just like a duck pinched his throat, and it was difficult to accept the facts in front of him.

Their hands raised were hanging down weakly, unable to believe that their cavalry was knocked down by the opponent in just one round.

You should know that in the Red Turban Army, cavalry can be regarded as a more popular army than the leader's personal guards. It is equipped with the best weapons and armor. It is the ultimate dream of all ordinary soldiers and become a mighty cavalry.

But now the extremely powerful cavalry in their minds was defeated. The reality of the broken dream made the Red Scarf soldiers feel extremely shocked and difficult to accept.

The remaining more than a dozen red scarf cavalrymen were now scared to death. Looking at the other party's cold eyes, a chill came out from their backs, and their teammates were killed in one round. They no longer cared about armor and honors, and were not afraid of others' jokes.

More than a dozen surviving Red Turban cavalrymen ran towards the distance while panicking. They were so panicked that they didn't even notice that they were running in the opposite direction of Teres.

"Reverse! Reverse!" Seeing his cavalry being beaten by the Nanchuan cavalry and fleeing to the east, Long Hai was so angry that he cursed, but his face soon changed.

Not only Long Hai's face changed, but all the red scarf soldiers' faces changed. On the horizon to the east, a black line appeared with a deafening sound. The black line became thicker and thicker, and continued to expand in view. It was the cavalry, the black Nanchuan cavalry.

When more than a dozen Red Turban Cavalry fleeing in a hurry, their faces turned pale when they saw the vast cavalry troops coming towards them. Before they could turn their horses to escape, countless clusters of steel arrows had already flew to the air. With a scream, Red Turban Cavalry and their horses were shot into hedgehogs.
Chapter completed!