The Bashan tiger's lungs were almost irritated.

He knew that Qin Chuan would not fight him head-on. As long as he led his troops to rush, the other party would immediately escape far away. When he withdrew his troops, he would stick it up again, staring at them like a group of wolves, coming up and taking a bite from time to time, and trying to bite a large piece of meat from him.

His men rode their horses for an hour. When the people were tired and the horses were tired, it was difficult to stay alert for a long time, and the horses would definitely not be able to run away from each other.

The most important thing is that in half an hour, it will be dark. There are many blind people among his two hundred men, and I don’t know if these people can return to Huangcongshan safely.

Bashanhu began to regret it.

I wouldn't have traveled this time if I had known it.

I regretted returning later, but Huang Congshan still had to go back.

He didn't want to spend the night in the wild, as it would be easier to be eaten by Qinchuan. The hundreds of miners in the mine could kill two hundred of his men and women.

After weighing the pros and cons, Bashanhu asked his men to form a square formation and slowly pushed them towards Loufan Town.

The square formation can withstand attacks in the direction without any blind spots. The disadvantage is that it is slow to move, especially for his two hundred men who have not been trained in any battle formation.

Moreover, the square formation cannot walk the main road, so it can only climb over one ridge after another, and advance along the spacious but undulating mountains. The speed is getting slower and the horsepower will be reduced even more.

The Bashanhu only prayed secretly, hoping that these once famous Loufanmas could bring them back to Huangcongshan safely.

In Qin Chuan's words, ideals are full, but reality is very backbone.

The Mongolian horse with the best endurance can only run sixty or seventy kilometers continuously. The Loufan horse with slightly less endurance is already the limit to running from Huangcongshan to here. They need to breathe a breath, feed a few bites of beans, and eat some grass to restore their strength.

Bashanhu dared not stay for even a quarter of an hour. He had to rush to Loufan Town before dark. There was a large dilapidated family in the town with high walls and deep courtyards, but there were only more than twenty people, mostly elderly, weak, women and children. He could capture the Wang family and spend a night there, relying on the Wang family's high walls to resist Qinchuan.

So, the two men of Bashanhu often crackled the sound of horse whips and scolded the bandits of Huangcongshan.

The two hundred Loufan horses were not allowed to lower their heads and eat grass, so they carried the people on their way to Loufan.

After only crossing a few ridges, most of the horses were so tired that they sweated heavily and their tongues stretched out.

"Thu Master, no, if this continues, the horses will be exhausted. Without the horses, we will definitely not be able to go back to Huangcongshan."

A bandit in Huangcongshan said worriedly.

Bashanhu looked at his sweaty mount, then looked at the sun that was about to sink to the horizon. After hesitating for a long time, he had to grit his teeth and said, "Everyone is off the horse, let the horse drink water and eat grass and take a breath. The horse's reins cannot be loosened. It's all done, and it will be set off in a quarter of an hour."

Hearing his words, the bandits of Huangcongshan dismounted, took out the water bags, and led the reins to let the horses drink water and eat grass.

At this time, Qin Chuan's people suddenly appeared on a mountain ridge not far away.

Without Bashanhu's expectations, as soon as they stopped, Qin Chuan's twenty-two cavalry rushed straight towards him.

"Split up fifty brothers to lead the horses, and the other brothers set up their formations to let them taste the power of our Huangcongshan."

Bashanhu issued an order calmly, then pulled out the knife, staring at Qin Chuan who was rushing to the front with a vicious look.

If a person surnamed Qin dares to rush over, he must be chopped up.

The people from Bashanhu handed the reins of the horse to the brothers next to them. Fifty brothers led two hundred horses, and the remaining one hundred and fifty people listed a long line in front of the horse herd, with a spear in front and a knife in the back, and finally more than a dozen horn-holding bows.

It is not easy to raise a archer. A archer with a good head and a 20-shot shooting will need to be maintained for at least three years. Bashan Hu has been building a village on Huangcongshan for five years, and there are only fourteen archers in total.

He held a single horn bow, and he killed 120 steps along the wind, as for the wind... he only had fifty or sixty steps against the wind, and his accuracy was not a little bit short of it.

The surname Qin is very smart, and the direction it attacks is the direction of Bashanhu.

Seeing that the opponent had already entered a distance of fifty steps, the dozen archers of Bashanhu still did not shoot arrows, and were really unsure of being able to shoot the opponent in the face of the wind.

At this time, the Qin surnamed suddenly pulled the reins and turned to the left. More than 20 cavalry behind him turned their horses and turned to the left, and shot three arrows, one of which penetrated into the chest of an unlucky Huangcongshan bandit.

Immediately afterwards, the group of people named Qin suddenly let out a sharp whistle like a ghost, knocked on pots and pans, and put a few three-eyed guns.

After turning to the left, the group of people named Qin did not attack, but made strange screams in circles, knocking pots and pans to the point where they jingled, and fired several guns from time to time.

The howling sounds, the sounds of pots and pans and the sounds of the three-eyed guns were combined, which seemed particularly harsh. The people of Bashanhu were upset and the horses behind them became restless.

"No, go to another fifty people to lead the horses, don't let them go."

Bashanhu woke up and hurriedly divided up fifty hands to hold the horse.

However, he realized it was a little too late.

All war horses are carefully selected and well-trained horses. During training, they will be familiar with the sound of shouting, killing, guns, drums, gongs, etc., making them less likely to be frightened when they go to the battlefield.

However, once the knight dismounts and the horse is less controlled and comforted by the owner on the back, it is easily affected by the outside world and is also easily frightened, especially when he hears a terrifying scream that he has never heard before.

On the battlefield, after the master is knocked down by swords, guns and arrows, the war horses will run around, and few people stay in place unless they are very loyal to the master.

The horses under Bashanhu had never heard Qin Chuan's ghostly roar, and they didn't imagine the sounds of pots and pans and gongs. Coupled with the sounds of muskets from time to time, they were particularly cunning in the dark night.

Soon a few war horses became restless and spread rapidly in the herd. When all the companions around them were restless, the horses would be frightened and the entire herd would be frightened.

Not long after, the horses raised their front hooves and neighed, trying hard to break free from the reins.

The Bashan tiger man held two horses alone, and he couldn't hold it at all. In just a few breaths, thirty or forty more powerful horses broke free from the reins and ran out.

"Hold it, hold it quickly, go and hold the horse." Bashanhu shouted anxiously.

His hundreds of defensive subordinates hurriedly helped lead the horse, and some of them wanted to chase back the horses that ran out, but Qin Chuan's group quickly walked around and shot a few arrows and knocked them down, no one dared to go out.

The group of people named Qin took a turn, then turned around and scattered to chase the fleeing horses.

Those horses were already exhausted and could not run far.

Looking at Qin Chuan's group of people gathering their horses in the distance, Bashanhu was so angry that his face turned tilted. He opened his mouth and roared: "I am incompatible with you, my surname is Qin!"

A laugh came from a distance: "Master Hu, when you sell me to Li Biaofeng, we will be in a state of disagreement."

"You wait for me, I will not be a human being if I don't kill you."

"Hehe, Master Hu, then you will be a dog in your next life."

"I'll fuck your ancestors for eighteen generations."

"Okay, I'll cut off your bald head one day. After you go to the underworld to meet my ancestors, you can see who fucks whom."

"snort!"

Bashanhu snorted with a gloomy face, then turned his head to the opponent and said, "Take some cotton out of the cotton coat and stuff the horse's ears. From now on, if anyone's horse runs away, I'll chop him up!"

"yes!"

His men hurriedly passed the words down, and then took out cotton from their cotton coats.

And those who had already run away were stunned and pale.
Chapter completed!