Chapter 035 Let go of that person, I will fight a fair duel with you

Gao Meng rushed up from behind, waved his hand and cut off the head of the Tatar cavalry. It was so easy for the cavalry to deal with the infantry. This knife just passed through the neck of the Tatar cavalry and immediately separated his body. Under the impact of the waist knife, the Tatar cavalry's head kept rolling on the ground like a ball.

Regardless of the head of the Tatar cavalry, Xu Xingxia and others continued to chase and fight. After running thirty miles, another Tatar cavalry's war horse neighed and fell to the ground. It was probably because when they headed south, the war horses had walked too long and were already quite tired. As a result, they could not bear such a fierce battle. This was because the Tatars were too careless. They did not carry spare war horses. If they had carried spare war horses, this would not have happened. Only two words: deserved it!

"puff!"

"puff!"

This time it was Liu Chuang's turn to grab the opportunity.

He rushed up, bent down, and slashed at the Tatar cavalry's neck with one knife. The Tatar cavalry was also cruel. He lay on the ground and raised his sword to fight back. As a result, the Tatar cavalry pierced Liu Chuang's belly with one knife. Liu Chuang's war horse fell to the ground, and Liu Chuang himself was thrown out. However, before Liu Chuang fell down, his waist had already slashed the Tatar's head. Although he did not kill him, the Tatar cavalry was seriously injured.

After Liu Chuang was thrown down, he rolled on the ground a few times and started to stagger. As a result, he sat down again. It seemed that he had a big fall this time. Fortunately, he was a little stupid, and even if he really fell, there was no big problem. Gao Meng rode his horse over and cut the seriously injured Tatar cavalry into his head with a knife. This was a final blow. The final military achievements were still counted on Liu Chuang.

Liu Chuang killed two Tartars and lost two war horses. It is estimated that his war horses all had a grudge against him, and he would have to die if he got caught. Fortunately, Ningxia Town lacked everything, but there was no shortage of war horses. The Ming army's own war horses and the Tartars' war horses, just lead one of them. It is a business that can be done with two war horses for the lives of two Tartars.

"Swoosh!"

"Swoosh!"

Over there, Xu Xingxia also took the opportunity to shoot and kill two Tartars.

There was indeed a big problem with the Tartars' war horses. As the two Tartars ran, their speed decreased. Their speed decreased, which meant that Xu Xingxia was getting closer and closer to them, which meant that they were getting closer and closer to the gate of hell. Sure enough, when the distance was shortened to 120 to 30 meters, Xu Xingxia took decisive action.

At this time, there was only one remaining Tartar cavalry. The Tartar's war horse was very powerful. After running for such a long distance, there was no sign of slowing down. He ran in front, and Xu Xingxia and others chased after him.

"I guess he is the centurion of the Tartars!"

Zhang Quanfu shouted excitedly.

Xu Xingxia nodded.

He estimated that this Tartar should also be a centurion or something. The war horses under his crotch are definitely not ordinary war horses. The Ming army and Tatar cavalry in Ningxia Town basically use Mongolian horses, and there is not much difference. There are not many real good horses in Mongolian horses. The centurion in front of him probably has a good horse.

"Try harder and chase!"

Xu Xingxia was thinking about the war horse of this centurion of Tartar.

The Tartar centurion he shot before, the war horse under his crotch, was nothing special. Therefore, Xu Xingxia did not care much about his war horse and directly regarded it as a spoil. However, Xu Xingxia decided to take this war horse for himself. In the cavalry showdown, the importance of a good horse is self-evident.

A group of four people chased after him.

What does it mean to be like a rainbow? Now they are like a rainbow!

Although there were only four people and four horses, they had a complete momentum and a momentum of unyielding. At this time, they did not even have any fear or tension. Their only thought was to kill the Tartars. No matter who stood in front of them, they would be ruthlessly crushed.

This centurion of the Tartars was indeed the most brutal and cunning person. When he found someone catching up with him, he ran away desperately. He knew that the people behind him had good archery skills and the range of arrows was very long. Even if he turned back, he could not kill the other party. Instead of taking risks and shooting against the other party, it would be better to concentrate on running away.

Along the way, he kept changing the direction of his escape, trying to get Xu Xingxia and the others away. However, he was soon disappointed. This is the territory of the Ming army in Ningxia Town, and it is on the land of others. How could it be so easy to get rid of others?

Soon, Zhenyuan Pass passed. Continue to the north, it was the Ulanbuhe Desert. The Ulanbuhe Desert in the forty-fourth year of Wanli should be called the Ulanbuhe Gobi Desert. On a hundred miles away from Zhenyuan Pass, there are no deserts, only the endless Gobi Desert, which looks very empty and desolate.

"Da da da da!"

"Da da da da!"

"Da da da da!"

The rapid sound of horse hooves echoed on the empty Gobi Desert.

The centurion of the Tartars first rushed into the Gobi Desert, followed by Xu Xingxia and the others. The distance between the two sides was definitely not more than 300 meters. He galloped all the way from Weizhen Fort here, whether it was the Tartars' horses or Xu Xingxia and the others' horses, they were a little tired. The speed of both sides slowed down at the same time. However, no one showed any sign of stopping.

Suddenly, a horse appeared in front of the centurion of the Tartars, and there was a figure on the horse's back. Seeing a Tartar rushing towards him in front of him, the figure was stunned and at a loss. The Tartars centurion seemed to have picked up a life-saving straw, rushed up immediately, picked up the man, and blocked him as a hostage.

"Fuck it!"

Gao Meng cursed fiercely.

Xu Xingxia had to stop the war horse.

He really didn't expect that in this vast Ulanbu and Gobi Desert, he would actually meet strangers. He didn't expect that the other party would be held hostage by the centurion of the Tartars. If this person appeared a little later, even half an hour later, he would be sure to kill the other party. Who knew that at this critical moment, something happened.

The character held by the centurion of the Tartars looked like a businessman. He was about forties, thin, with a pile of mustache, wearing a blue silk gown, and a sheepskin hat. He looked a little decadent and a little funny. The horse he was riding was indeed carrying two cloth bags, and the goods inside should be.

However, Xu Xingxia always felt something strange here. The businessmen who traveled through the Ulanbu and the desert were basically caravans, with at least dozens of people and dozens of horses. How could there be only one person? One person traveled through the Ulanbu and the desert to do business? Unless it was a waste of life. The sand thieves who were active in the desert were never merciless.

"Boss..."

Gao Meng said in a low tone.

He didn't say the following words, but Xu Xingxia fully understood. Gao Meng's meaning was to ignore the life and death of the businessman and kill the centurion of the Tartars. If the businessman had any accidents, it was his own fault. This idea was not surprising at all in the Ming army's stroke. Originally, everyone was a person who licked blood on the head of a knife, and it was very difficult to want them to respect other people's lives.

"You let me go, I'll let him go!"

The centurion of Tartar actually knew a little Chinese and said hard. He was indeed very concerned about Xu Xingxia. When he was speaking, the scimitar was always pressed against the businessman's neck, and his eyes were staring at Xu Xingxia. Xu Xingxia had no doubts at all. If he did it himself, the other party would definitely cut the businessman's throat. It can be seen that the centurion of Tartartar was still very sharp. As long as he pulled it gently, the businessman would be finished.

"Why?"

Xu Xingxia said coldly.

"My father is the leader of the Hellejin tribe. If you kill me, my father will not give up. He will definitely kill you. On the contrary, if you let me go back, I can guarantee that the warriors of our tribe will not come to harass Ningxia Town in the future."

The centurion of the Tartars said slowly.

Although he didn't speak well in Chinese, the meaning was expressed very clearly. Obviously, he did not dare to deceive Xu Xingxia with lies. Telling lies to a Ming army archer who could shoot more than 20 consecutively was definitely not a good choice. The hostage he caught was actually not very useful. He himself didn't believe it, and the other party would care about the hostage.

Hellerjin and Xu Xingxia vaguely felt that the name was very familiar, and it seemed that he had heard it somewhere. It was certain that he had heard it many times before. However, he wanted to describe it accurately, but he couldn't remember it. He had to look at Zhang Quanfu beside him. Zhang Quanfu's mind was still relatively flexible.

Sure enough, Zhang Quanfu whispered: "It is a tribe active south of Yinshan Mountain, with about 40,000 to 50,000 people. They often go south along the banks of the Yellow River to raid our Ningxia Town and Yansui Town to the east, killing many of us. The tragedy in the 22nd year of Wanli was theirs. The tragedy in the 30th year of Wanli was led by Helejin."

Xu Xingxia nodded thoughtfully. No wonder this name is so familiar. It turns out that their hands were covered with the blood of the soldiers and people of the Ming Dynasty. In the 22nd year of Wanli, tens of thousands of people died in Ningxia. In the 30th year of Wanli, thousands of people died in the tragedy in the 30th year of Wanli. If he was not familiar with this name, he would not be a human.

Geographically speaking, the Helejin tribe of the Tatars is indeed very close to Ningxia Town. The area south of Yinshan is near Bayannur City, Inner Mongolia today. From there, it is less than 700 miles away. With the speed of the Tatar cavalry, it takes only five days to reach Ningxia Town. If you travel day and night, you can arrive in three days. No wonder they often raid Ningxia Town, it turns out that they are at their doorstep!

There is no doubt that such scumbags cannot be put back. Xu Xingxia would not believe his words. The Tatars of the Hellejin tribe must pay the price of bleeding for the tragedy they had created before. Killing the son of the Hellejin tribe is also a small warning to the Hellejin tribe. In the future, there will be a greater blow waiting for them.

Xu Xingxia stared at the centurion of the Tartars with bright eyes, inserted a black feather arrow into the sand, and said slowly: "Let go of that person, I will fight a fair duel with you."

The centurion of the Tartars was hesitant. Fair duel? Fair duel, he really had no confidence. Through the battle just now, he had a deep understanding of how powerful Xu Xingxia's archery skills were. If the two shot at each other, he would have a 90% chance of losing his life. However, Xu Xingxia had already inserted all the arrows on the sand. If he refused to duel, it means that he admitted that he had lost. This was also unbearable for him.

Xu Xingxia said coldly: "If you don't even have the courage to fight, even if you go back to the Tatar tribe, you're probably worse than death!"

The face of the centurion of the Tartar suddenly became stiff. Xu Xingxia's words just hit his fatal point. Indeed, if he didn't even dare to fight for the duel, he ran back to the desert in shame. What was waiting for him would definitely not be flowers and applause. His father would probably be ashamed of him. He also wanted to inherit the leader of the tribe and dream!

The arrows that Xu Xingxia inserted into the sand actually represent the customs of the Mongolians and the showdown between warriors. Unless he admits that he is a coward, he must accept the challenge. However, he is really unsure of the decisive battle with the Ming army in front of him! Xu Xingxia's momentum completely shocked him.

Xu Xingxia turned over and dismounted and said coldly: "Your horse is very tired. I will not take advantage of you. We will not duel on the horse's back. I will not take advantage of you either on the bow or arrow. We are twenty feet apart!"

At this point, the centurion of the Tartars could no longer avoid it, so he had to push the hostages away, jump off the horse, pack up his bow and arrows, and prepare for a duel. If he didn't even accept such a challenge, even if he went back to the Hellejin tribe, his father would kick him out. The Hellejin tribe could not afford to lose this person.

Xu Xingxia slowly lowered the iron back bow and said in a deep voice: "Come on!"

After saying that, he walked step by step towards the centurion of the Tartars.

The face of the Tartar centurion was blue and white, and his hands holding the bow and arrow could not help but tremble slightly. He did not have the confidence to defeat Xu Xingxia, but he had to grit his teeth and walk towards Xu Xingxia.

The distance between the two is getting closer and closer.

Xu Xingxia slowly raised the iron back bow and hit the black feather arrow.

The centurion of the Tartar also raised the compound bow and posed with the goose-feather arrow.

"Swoosh!"

The centurion of the Tartars took the lead.

The whistling arrow shot towards Xu Xingxia, as fast as a meteor.

Xu Xingxia raised the iron back bow, opened the bow with lightning, and the string reached the full moon, and let go of his hand gently.

"Swoosh!"

The black feathered arrow roared away.
Chapter completed!