The consultant was very angry. It was because of the arrow in his chest. Just as Ji Cheng shot him the first arrow, he shot Ji Cheng the first arrow. The leaders of both scout teams had the intuition like beasts. When they hit them, they knew who was the person in charge of the other party. Capturing the thief first, capturing the king, and killing the horse first. Although the scout's war was not just about killing the leader, they could still give the opponent a heavy blow psychologically.

The consultant felt that he had lost because Ji Cheng's arrow hit him, but the other party avoided him. If it weren't for his armor, the arrow would have taken his life. Even so, the arrow tore open the armor and drilled into the flesh. He could feel a little pain and blood flowing out.

This is a shame. How many years have I not felt ashamed?

Being able to enter the Fire Death Camp must be the elite among the elites of the Ming army. Being able to become the scout among this elite can already be regarded as the essence. Being able to stand out among these essences and become a captain is already a glory. But the glory that he regarded as a treasure is now shot by the guy opposite.

Of course, there is only one way to get back my honor, which is to cut off the bitch on the other side.

The opponent's arrow was too fast! After shooting this arrow, he was originally going to dodge, but as soon as the arrow left the string, the opponent's arrow had already arrived in front of him, and there was no room for dodge.

The consultant angrily used the spur to slam the horse's belly, held the big knife in his hand tightly and placed it horizontally on the saddle bridge, and rushed forward.

Unlike ordinary cavalry, which either uses slender and slightly curved sabres or uses spears, the Fire Death Camp has been traditionally thrown, and uses a large knife with a blade of three feet long and a handle of two feet long.

Compared with the Death Camp many years ago, the only change in their big sword is that the mass has risen several steps, which is not an exaggeration to describe it as cutting iron like mud. Whenever the Ming Dynasty's iron smelting and steelmaking skills have reached a new level, the first one to change equipment is always the Fire Death Camp.

Who made them the emperor's personal army? Naturally, they could enjoy the benefits that ordinary troops could not enjoy.

The two horses intersected, and a squeak sounded softly.

Ji Cheng felt that his hand was light, and the part connected to the gun bar of the spear was cut and broken by the opponent's big knife. In shock, his body suddenly slid sideways, and it slid from the saddle like a raccoon to the other side. He stepped on the kickstick with one foot and hung on the air. Even if he reacted so quickly, he felt a chill coming from his head, his helmet disappeared, and a piece of scalp disappeared, and blood immediately flowed down his face.

He roared wildly, jumped back to the saddle, threw away the gun stick in his hand, and pulled out the sword from his side.

The consultant's face was hot and his throat was sweet. He felt that he had lost for a while. Although he cut off the other party's spear, cut off the other party's helmet and a piece of scalp, the turtle son still poked himself at that moment, although it was just a stick without the spear head. But the heavy stab still made him feel a great impact. I'm afraid that one of the ribs would be broken, and almost spit out a mouthful of blood.

The two horses crossed, and he didn't bother to see if the guy who suddenly lost his shadow fell off his horse, because the enemy was rushing towards him continuously.

Nearly a hundred knights on both sides intersected in an instant. Both sides did not stop at all and continued to run forward for a short distance. Then they all turned around and stood towards each other again.

Ji Cheng's face looked ugly. Because of one hedge, only half of his 50 cavalry left, and the rest half of his robes had now become obstacles on the open space between the two teams. They were all dead. And the opponent was only four or five people. The empty war horses still following the opponent's team clearly showed their losses.

With just one charge, I was on par with my opponent above the number of people. The battle loss ratio was five to one!

At this moment, he finally remembered the words of the bearded general, the Fire Death Camp is the strongest cavalry in this world.

But Ji Cheng was very unwilling. He knew that the scout leader of the opponent who was fighting with him must have died twice, but in fact, the opponent was still jumping in front of him, a feather arrow and a heavy blow, but the opponent seemed to be fine. He sighed in his heart, equipment. The opponent's perverted equipment saved his life, which was also the reason why his party suffered heavy losses during this hedging.

The other party was wearing iron armor, and the protection was much stronger than his side. Although he didn't understand why these guys wearing iron armor were still so flexible immediately and were not inferior to his side at all.

The iron armor on the Liehuo Death Camp looked nothing unusual, but in fact it was the highest level of iron smelting of the Ming Dynasty. These products were all from the second steel base of the Ming Dynasty, Xintong. The masters who made these armors no longer called the raw materials for making armor iron, but alloys. After a series of new processes, the toughness and hardness of these raw materials were greatly improved, and the weight was greatly reduced, but the protective performance was greatly improved. The weight of the entire set of armor was less than twenty kilograms. When this alloy first appeared in front of Qin Feng, when he saw the master easily folding and bent a roll of alloy in front of him and then bounced back to its original appearance, Qin Feng also praised it. A general like a kitten personally cut the alloy with one knife, and he was even more happy to see the scars left behind.

The next step for the Ming army to change the armor on a large scale, and all the armor will basically be replaced with this new alloy. Of course, mass production is still a problem at the moment, but there is still no problem in equipping a Fire Death Camp.

"After the next charge, don't look back." Ji Cheng's voice was a little low. Not only was the opponent good armor and sharp weapons, but even his skills were basically not inferior to his own. Or he was stronger than everyone on the other side, but in terms of overall combat power, the opponent was not only stronger than his own side. He was already the best on his side, and then ten hereditary military households were second, and others were the next, but on the other side, I was afraid that each person was almost the same. With those abnormal equipment, I had no chance of winning or losing in this battle.

Although it was only a brief hedge, Ji Cheng had already understood the power balance between the two sides.

It is indeed the most powerful soldier in the world. Someone must go back alive to bring this information back to the general.

"That guy is mine, don't fight with me!" The consultant wiped the blood from his mouth and said to his companion with a ferocious look. "Slay all the sword, no one left."

This is actually a waste of time. The scout confrontation basically ends with the destruction of one side's entire army. These experienced scouts naturally would not hold back on the battlefield just because of the boss's words. If they really meet the guy who injured the boss, they would naturally kill him with one knife. If they keep it because of the boss's words, they might be the one who dies.

Of course, it is necessary to be happy and happy.

After a roar, the two cavalry increased their horse speed again and rushed towards the other side at a rapid speed.

The dense sound of horse hooves resounded throughout the field, and the sound of falling off the horse kept ringing. Ji Cheng and his consultant met again on a narrow road.

The sword light flashed and slashed at the opponent at a speed that was lightning speed.

The consultant did not dodge. The several consecutive charges had already made him know the ability of the enemy in front of him. At least in equestrianism and combat skills, he was stronger than himself, but he had something that the other party could not compare with, that was the equipment on his body. He would not necessarily die if he was killed by a knife, but the other party would definitely die if he was killed by a knife.

So he decided to get a knife to exchange for the other party's life.

He didn't feel any shame about using equipment to crush his opponents, because these things were part of the combat power. Who made my equipment better than you? He was unwilling to accept it and settle the score with your emperor.

So the consultant was stabbed again. No matter how good the armor was, it would still be broken at such a close-range chop.

However, Ji Cheng survived because at the moment of handover between the two sides, he had already understood the other party's thoughts. This knife left spare energy. His speed was indeed much faster than the consultant. After slashing the consultant, he still had time to return to the sword and become the consultant's sword. Even if he just dragged it over, he turned the consultant's sword from the blade towards him and turned the back of the knife to him.

The back of the knife slashed hard between Ji Cheng's chest and abdomen. With a clang, the heart protection mirror turned into pieces. Ji Cheng lay back and a mouthful of blood spurted into the air.

After the two cavalry crossed each other, Ji Cheng's team was left with less than ten cavalry, while the other side had about twenty cavalry left.

Ji Cheng no longer turned around and rushed forward as fast as possible. At this moment, a short stay was fatal.

The consultant turned his horse's head, looked at the familiar figure who was still running, and then looked down at the ugly wound on his belly, and smoked from his seven orifices. He paid such a great price that he just made his opponent spit a mouthful of blood.

"Catch up and kill them all!" He roared and chased after him, hung the big knife on the saddle bridge, and reached out to take off the longbow. From now on, the battle had turned into hunting.

"Boss, stay and wrap the wound. Just leave it to us for chasing and killing." A scout rushed to the consultant and shouted.
Chapter completed!