Gou was a member of the imperial family in the late Ming Dynasty

Chapter 678 The Mantis Uses Its Arms as a Chariot
"A herd of wild horses? Or bison that appeared from nowhere?" Ulihan asked doubtfully, because facing the sunlight, he could only make out an outline. A dozen black dots appeared in the west. Some of these black dots looked like wild horses, and some looked like bison, but they were not moving very fast.

Although wild horses and bison sometimes appear on the grassland, the probability is not high, and the area where they graze is located outside the tribe, not far from the tribal camp. Herders appear frequently here on weekdays. Whether it is wild horses or bison on the grassland, they usually stay away from humans, and these animals are very timid and will run away without a trace at the slightest disturbance.

Like now, the dozen or so black spots appearing in the west look like wild horses or bison from a distance, but they are definitely not these animals. Although Ulihan is young, he knows all this very well.

Just as Wulihan continued to look at it intently, the dozen or so black dots suddenly sped up and rushed towards their location. Before Wulihan could come to his senses, another group of black dots appeared in the distance. There were hundreds of these black dots... No! In the blink of an eye, more black dots appeared, countless black dots lined up in several rows, rushing towards them with an unstoppable attitude.

"Cavalry...Cavalry!" Ulihan was stunned. He struggled to shout with a hoarse voice, but the voice was not loud, and only he and Bagen beside him could hear it.

"Cavalry! Cavalry! Enemy attack! Enemy attack!"

After a brief moment of surprise, Ulihan shouted loudly again. This time, his sharp shout broke the tranquility of the grassland. As his shout rang out, several herdsmen not far away also raised their heads in astonishment and looked around. When they saw the cavalry coming from the west, everyone's face suddenly changed.

At this time, the cavalry coming from the west had gradually increased their speed from the initial jog. As their horses galloped, the mud and grass stirred up by their hooves churned under their feet. The cavalrymen riding on their horses were fully armored and holding various weapons. They rushed straight towards the unsuspecting herdsmen not far away.

The sound of the horses' hooves hitting the ground merged into one, like a drum beating heavily on everyone's heart. Wulihan looked at the cavalry getting closer and closer, and his face turned pale instantly, but he did not turn around and run. Instead, he gritted his teeth and made a decision. He shouted to Bagen beside him: "Go back to the tribe and report! I'll go and stop them!"

"Ulihan, don't be silly. How can you stop so many cavalry? Let's go together!" Bagen never expected that this silly boy Ulihan would say that. The cavalry on the opposite side seemed to have thousands of horses, and there were only dozens of herdsmen who came out to graze.

Moreover, those cavalrymen were well-equipped and looked like they were not to be trifled with. In addition to the noose and whip, they only had a horse bow and an ordinary sword. They didn't even have armor. How could they possibly stop the enemy?
The best choice at this time is to abandon the flock and run away, hurry back to the tribe, tell the news to the leader of the tribe, and gather the warriors of the tribe to resist.

But Wulihan actually wanted him to go first. Did he think he could stop the other party with his own strength? It was simply a fantasy!

"Hurry up! It will be too late if you don't leave now!" Ulihan shouted at Bagen, raised the whip in his hand and hit it hard on the butt of Bagen's mount. With this whip, Bagen's horse let out a mournful cry and ran away. Bagen, who was sitting on the horse, had not yet reacted before the horse took him a long way in the direction of returning.

"Tell Baoyin that I, Ulihan, am a warrior! And... tell her not to wait for me anymore!" Ulihan shouted this to Bagen who had already run for some distance. After shouting, Ulihan took off his bow and arrow, squeezed his legs against the horse's belly, and rushed towards the cavalry who were not far away without hesitation.

Although Wulihan was young, he knew that if he turned around and ran, he might be able to escape, but then the cavalry behind him would chase him directly to the tribe. By then, the tribe would be defenseless and would have no time to react. If there was not enough time for the warriors of the tribe to gather, then these cavalry would be able to overwhelm the camp in one fell swoop.

Ulihan doesn't care about the life and death of the tribal leaders and elders, but the person he cares about most is his beloved Baoyin in the tribe.

War is cruel. Although the young Wulihan has never experienced war, he has heard many stories about the battlefield from Aha. If the tribe is conquered by these cavalry, what will happen to his Baoyin? As soon as he closes his eyes, he can see Baoyin's smiling face, and Wulihan feels heartbroken. He absolutely cannot let his beloved Baoyin suffer any harm, let alone Baoyin fall into the hands of these people. Now there is only one way to save Baoyin, that is, he tries to stop the other party for a while by himself, even if it is only for a short while, maybe he can get a chance for Baoyin to escape.

Wulihan's behavior was simply a futile attempt. When they found a cavalry suddenly appeared and came towards them, the first reaction of all the herdsmen after the initial panic was to abandon the sheep and turn around and run. At this time, they were definitely defeated, and the best strategy was to escape quickly. They had to flee back first, and only with the power of the tribe could they stop the enemy. As for other things, they could not take care of them at all.

So when everyone else was desperately running towards the tribal camp, only Ulihan was riding upstream, fighting against thousands of cavalrymen on his own. One has to admit that Ulihan was indeed a brave Mongolian boy, and it is rare to find a boy with such courage.

Wulihan made this choice with the awareness of dying in battle. He was not stupid. He knew that he could not defeat so many cavalrymen alone. When he went to the west, he had put life and death aside. There was only one thought in his mind, that is, to try his best to stop the opponent for Baoyin, even if it was just for a short while. Wulihan, who was good at riding and shooting, was a rising star in the tribe. He was very confident in his ability. In just a few breaths, Wulihan saw the opponent clearly while riding in the direction of the cavalry. Although he was shocked by the opponent's excellent equipment and good war horses, Wulihan could not think too much at this time. With a horse bow in hand, he pinched three arrows from the quiver, pinched them with a few fingers, and calculated the distance between the two sides in his mind. When he felt that the distance was about the same, Wulihan immediately raised the bow, put the arrow, pulled the string, and shot quickly...

In a blink of an eye, three consecutive bullets were fired at the nearest cavalry. After Ulihan finished shooting, he did not stop at all. He tapped the horse's belly with his feet. The horse under his crotch, which he had raised since childhood, instantly understood his master's intention. The horse's hooves did not stop, and it turned its body to the left. It changed from meeting the enemy head-on to charging sideways with Ulihan on its back.

At this time, Wulihan had put the three arrows on the bowstring and was about to shoot at the next target. But before he could shoot, he heard a few crackling sounds like frying beans, and then Wulihan felt something hit him hard, and he and the warhorse under his crotch flew out suddenly. The world was spinning, and Wulihan fell heavily to the ground with his horse, spitting blood and dying.

"Bao... Baoyin... Bao... Yin..."

On his deathbed, Ulihan was still murmuring the name of his beloved. His eyes gradually became dull and finally lost their remaining luster.

When Ulihan fell off his horse, several Ming cavalrymen who were charging put away their muskets. Without even looking at the fallen Ulihan, they continued to ride their horses and galloped past his body without stopping.

As for Ulihan's first three arrows, they did not cause any damage to the enemy. Ulihan's archery on horseback was indeed good and his shots were very accurate. Unfortunately, his feather arrows could not penetrate the armor of the Ming Dynasty's most elite cavalry, and even the warhorse under his crotch did not suffer any damage.

The cavalryman who was shot simply lowered his head slightly, and the three feather arrows avoided the vital points and hit his armor without penetrating into it at all. When he continued to gallop on his horse, the three feather arrows fell to the ground like their owner, and landed on the grassland, without any effect at all.

Ulihan's death did not cause any ripples. His life and obsession were simply trivial matters to the Ming cavalry.

Wu Sangui, who was commanding the cavalry, rushed directly to the place where Ulihan and his men had been grazing. He did not even glance at the sheep. He swung the saber in his hand forward, and the cavalry continued to gallop forward without slowing down, killing towards the camp of the other tribe.

Bagen ran for a distance and looked back to see that the cavalry behind him was getting faster and faster. The distance between the two sides was getting closer instead of farther. Bagen felt extremely frightened and deeply sad.

Bagen knew that Wulihan was doomed. Wulihan was a fool! This idiot! Did he think he was an invulnerable god? How could he have a chance to stop such an enemy? It was even more impossible for him to escape from the enemy.

What's the point of dying in vain? But at this time, Bagen could no longer think about anything else. There was only one word in his mind: run! Run as fast as you can! The faster you run, the better! Only by continuing to run can you survive.

Behind Bagen, the other herdsmen were not as fast as Bagen, and their reaction to escape was also slightly slower. As the cavalry behind them approached, these herdsmen were caught up one after another. The Ming cavalry showed no mercy to them. With the spears or swords in their hands swinging, these herdsmen had no power to resist at all. With screams one after another, they fell off their horses one by one, and their lives or deaths were unknown.

The distance from the ranch to the tribal camp is not far, only about ten miles. It only takes a little more than a quarter of an hour for a war horse to run at high speed for such a short distance.

In theory, a cavalry charge is to maintain horsepower. Although war horses run fast, running for a long time will cause great damage to horsepower. Generally speaking, such a charge tactic is only adopted when the distance is several miles.

But Wu Sangui did not adopt this tactic this time. Instead, he ordered a charge after discovering the herdsmen outside the enemy camp. Wu Sangui knew very well that the most important thing now was to catch the enemy by surprise. At this time, he could not care about horsepower. If he could not quickly capture the enemy camp and defeat the cavalry left behind by the enemy tribe, then the battle would not be so easy to win.

(End of this chapter)