Soon two unlucky guys were shot, one of them was shot directly in the eye socket and fell down dead on the spot.

"Where did these barbarians come from? How could they be so skilled at riding and shooting!"

Seeing a dozen "barbarian" cavalry, Pramo Rodan had already thrown his army into chaos, and the shock in his heart was simply beyond words.

In his impression, the Pyu barbarians in the eastern jungle had few cavalry at all. Even if they had some short horses, they were just pack horses like donkeys, and there was no riding and shooting at all.

Looking at the skillful riding and shooting skills of these barbarians, Bamaroddan thought of the Kushan people on the northwest grasslands.

"There is no time to waste, start the attack immediately!"

Pramolada urged and ordered the attack.

The Pycelle warriors under him are not very good at riding and shooting. What they are good at is charging with spears and swords.

In just the blink of an eye, the losses suffered by one's own side had already made Pamo Rodan very angry.

"As you command, my master!"

The subordinates in charge of leading the troops immediately put on a posture of charging and killing immediately.

Seeing that the enemy in front of them was ready to charge, Yang Funu and others had no intention of retreating.

Yang Funu has already seen that these black and black Bangladeshi cavalry in front of him are just a little better than wine bags and rice bags.

"There are actually no people who can even ride and shoot. Their martial arts skills on horseback must be just ordinary."

Yang Funu led his men and shouted, rode and shot from left to right. Soon, it caused quite a bit of chaos among the infantry on both sides.

Another order sounded, and now the Bengali cavalry finally began to mobilize to attack.

When Yang Funu saw this, he did not retreat directly, but turned directly to the left wing, hoping to continue shooting from the side.

A group of Pycelle noble warriors finally couldn't stand it anymore. A dozen of them broke away from the queue and charged directly towards Yang Funu and the others.

"court death!"

"Whoosh!"

Yang Funu laughed disdainfully and turned around to shoot an arrow. The leading Pycelle cavalry mount was hit by the arrow.

The pained horse went crazy and overturned its owner.

The noble Pycelle warrior's left foot was entangled in the leather stirrup, and the galloping horse dragged him to the ground.

Amidst the shrill wails, the life of this Pycelle cavalryman was probably hard to save.

Then, these Yi cavalrymen fired several more rapid fire rounds, and the Pycelle cavalrymen who were still very angry just now all came back defeated.

"Charge, charge, charge up!"

"Stomp these damn savages to death!"

Pramo Rodan urged again anxiously.

Their war drums seemed to have been blessed by God Brahma, and produced a rhythm that frightened the enemy.

Bamo Rodan looked forward and saw that all the Pycelle cavalry had already committed themselves to the attack.

Yang Wudi, who had already seen everything, was already deep in thought.

"These idiots who have no chance of winning!"

"All of you will rush with me and give the thief the final blow."

Yang Wudi has just discovered that these Bengali cavalry have no cavalry skills.

Without the skill of riding and archery, it most likely means that you cannot have the ability to handle long soldiers with both hands.

It is difficult to resist a cavalryman wielding a weapon with both hands on a galloping horseback, compared with a cavalryman wielding a weapon with one hand.

Following Yang Wudi's order, 200 Yi cavalry scattered in all directions and started a fight with the Bengal cavalry that rushed up.

These Yi cavalrymen are accustomed to riding and shooting, and will only charge when the opportunity is right.

The Bengal cavalry on the opposite side are a group of noble lords. The biggest use of their martial arts training is to bully serfs and bandits.

Serfs and bandits, on the other hand, had no riding and archery skills.

Even if their horses are better, it will be difficult to rush forward.

And with the sound of bowstrings, the Bengali Pycelle warriors began to fall from their horses.

"ah!"

"ah!"

With screams one after another, the Pycelle warriors who were originally highly motivated began to panic.

They just wanted to speed up their horses and catch up with those hateful savages.

As long as they catch up with them, the noble Pycelle warrior will take revenge with the sword in his hand.

Because they believe that these barbarians who are proficient in riding and shooting must be cowards who dare not fight in close combat.

"My Pycelle, hurry up and speed up, we will catch up soon!"

Pamo Rodan, who was watching the battle from a distance in the rear, was already nervous and lost all the mentality he had before the start.

Finally, in the expectation of all the Bengalis, those hateful barbarians finally became timid. Facing the gradual approach of the Pycelle warriors, the barbarian cavalry finally retreated hastily to the rear.

"Haha, these weak savages are really cowards."

Pramo Rodan let out a sigh of relief.

The non-contact confrontation just now was really ugly. If you can't force those barbarians back, it will really undermine your own majesty.

Thinking of this, he took another look at the battlefield ahead.

There were at least dozens of Pycelle warriors there who could no longer fight, either because they had been shot and wounded, or because their mounts had been shot.

Seeing this, Pramo Rodan felt a strong physical pain in his heart.

For the noble and combat-savvy warriors of Pycelle, this was a considerable loss.

At the very least, the reward after the war will be a big loss to Bamaroddan.

"Master, those barbarians have fled without a trace, why don't we go into the city." The fat black slave said with a smile.

Now they are surrounded by some ordinary serf soldiers. Without the Pycelle warriors around, it is indeed not as safe as entering the White Elephant City.

"Wait a little longer, I want to wait until the Pycelles come back with the heads of those barbarians, and then I can enter the city!"

Pramo Rodan looked forward.

The Pycelle warriors had already gone very far in pursuit of the barbarians.

According to Bamo Rodan's estimation...it won't take long for the Pycelle warriors to catch up with those barbarians, and then there will be a happy killing.

Thinking of this, Bamo Rodan immediately became a little excited.

He waved his hand gently and ordered to follow up.

Bamo Rodan hopes to see Pycelle kill the barbarians up close.

The entire team moved quickly forward.

As the distance got closer and closer, Bamalotan and the others could vaguely hear the fierce fighting ahead.

The brutal roar, coupled with the high-pitched neighing of the horses, filled the entire battlefield with the smell of victory.

Bamo Rodan was in a good mood, and the Pycelle warriors must be in high spirits for killing.

That must be the case.

Otherwise, how could one hear so many loud Bengali shouts.

Suddenly, with the sound of horse hooves coming from the front, Bamo Rodan saw a dozen Pycelle warriors galloping towards him.

"Dear Master, the Pycelles are here to report their victory." The fat black steward next to him said.

Pramalada did not respond. A slave's words were not worthy of his own response.

He smiled, ready to accept a noble victory.

However, as the cavalrymen approached, Pramaladhan saw from a distance that he did not feel the joy of victory as he had imagined.

Instead, there was endless panic on their faces.

"Defeated, defeated, the barbarians are coming!"

"There's an ambush ahead, run!"

These Pycelle cavalry looked panicked, and they didn't know where they had thrown the spears in their hands. They just kept shouting.

"What, failed?"

"impossible!"

After hearing this, Pramaladhan immediately thought it was a big joke.
Chapter completed!