Guo Dajing secretly sighed that he was lucky, which also affected Zhang Pan and his Dongjiang Army.
You see, this coordination seems to have been arranged in advance. Moreover, no matter how careful the plan is, it may not be able to achieve such an effect.
The tacit cooperation under the circumstances can only be defined by luck.
Whether it is as big as a country, as small as a group, or as small as an individual, national luck, luck, luck, etc., are also key factors in achieving success and victory.
Historically, from the late Ming Dynasty to the early Qing Dynasty, it can be said that the Manchus' luck has always been very good. This was true from their rise to the time they conquered the world.
On the other hand, the luck of the Ming Dynasty continued to decline, and many opportunities to suppress Jianlu were missed.
Of course there are various political, economic, and military reasons for this, but at key points in history, it also has a lot to do with luck.
When time comes, the heaven and the earth are all working together, and the heroes are not free. This is a more elegant way of saying it. To use the common saying of the common people, it is "when you point your back, your teeth will be filled with cold water."
Guo Dajing feels that he is very lucky. Although there have been ups and downs along the way, he has been able to get through them one by one.
I just don’t know if he can always be favored by the goddess of luck and bring this good luck to the people around him until it affects the entire Dongjiang Army, the entire nation and country.
Jianlu was filled with anger and resentment. He knew clearly that someone was attacking and plotting in the woods, but he could only see the shadows of people flickering occasionally, but could not find the exact location.
It was dark at night, and even the trajectory of the arrow could not be detected in advance until he fell down after being struck by the arrow.
A hail of arrows shot into the woods, carrying the hatred of the Jianlu, as well as their helplessness and fear.
Guo Dajing adhered to the rules of sniping and hid himself well. With the help of the trees above his head, the arrows he shot posed no threat.
And he used the hunting crossbow and the scope to shoot arrow after arrow. No matter whether the prisoner was dead or injured, every shot would hit. The low and flat trajectory, extremely fast speed, and power could break armor.
Ah! Another Jianlu screamed and fell to the ground, with an arrow in his abdomen, twisting and wailing on the ground in pain.
Jianlu next to him wanted to bend down to save him, but a crossbow arrow pierced the air again and hit him hard in the head.
What a stinking problem! Just keep them all, we won’t even let you take away the body.
Guo Dajing cursed secretly, cocked the arrow, and continued to aim and shoot.
Several arrows shot into the woods, and dead branches and snow continued to fall above his head, but Guo Dajing didn't even blink and gently pulled the trigger.
Several Jianlu prisoners couldn't bear it anymore. They rushed towards the woods with shields and swords, trying to catch the despicable attackers to vent their hatred no matter what.
The shield can protect the chest and abdomen, but not the head, face, legs and feet.
But Guo Dajing did not stay to tangle with these guys. He continued to sneak under the cover of the night and trees, maintaining a sniper distance from the Jianlu troops.
As for those guys, they rushed into the woods but failed. In the dim light, it was not difficult for Guo Dajing to go back and kill them one by one.
Walking and stopping at the edge of the woods, squatting and kneeling, Guo Dajing shot cold arrows from time to time, sniping at Jianlu from a distance of fifty or sixty meters.
When the more than thirty arrows in the quiver were used up, Guo Dajing quickly took out another one from the space. In other words, at least thirty Jianlu were killed or wounded by his cold arrows.
At this point in the battle, the outcome has been determined, or the outcome has already been determined, but the time has been greatly shortened and the casualties of the Dongjiang Army have been reduced.
More than a dozen Jianlu fled on horseback. Facing the fierce attack of the Dongjiang Army, the battle formation had been broken. They would fall into a situation of fighting on their own or being besieged by several people. If they persisted, they would end up lying dead.
Guo Dajing quickly used Cold Shot, and the three horses neighed, jumped, ran wildly and fell down.
The three prisoners fell off their horses, and their complete armor turned into a heavy burden. They were soon overtaken by groups of Dongjiang troops, and they burst out with dying howls as they resisted the weapons attacking from all sides.
Guo Dajing turned around and sneaked back. There were four other captives who rushed into the woods but could not escape their lives.
"Chen Guyi, lead your men to quickly clean the battlefield and withdraw to the position." Zhang Pan was patrolling the battlefield on horseback, giving orders loudly, preparing to lead most of the men and horses to take the wounded and return to the position immediately.
The Jianlu brigade may appear soon, and the blocking position must have enough troops. Although the Jianlu vanguard of 180 cavalry was almost completely wiped out, the Dongjiang Army also suffered similar casualties.
However, in Zhang Pan's opinion, such a casualty ratio was somewhat unexpected. At this time, he did not know that Guo Dajing's sniper kill played a big role.
According to Jianlu's combat power, even in a melee, they can probably defeat two, or even three or four. In the era of cold weapons, armor protection is very important. The equipment of the Dongjiang Army is still much cruder than that of Jianlu.
In addition to the Longchuan siege battle and this battle, a lot of armor and weapons were captured, but there were also a lot of casualties.
Zhang Pan sighed softly, regained his composure, and his eyes became firm and sharp again.
"Sir--" A call made Zhang Pan turn his head.
Zhou Qingxing ran quickly with a human head in his hand, raised it in front of the horse, let Zhang Pan take a closer look, and said excitedly: "This is Brother Dajing's arrow. I remember it well."
Zhang Pan looked at it carefully, nodded and said: "Yes, it seems that only Guo Dajing is using arrows of this length."
After a pause, Zhang Pan asked doubtfully: "Why, he is also around here and participated in the battle?"
"I guess he was shooting cold arrows in the woods over there." Zhou Qing pointed and guessed: "When we took a roundabout way and launched a side attack, Jianlu became a little commotion and confusion."
Zhang Pan couldn't be sure right away, so he pondered for a moment and said: "You and a few sentry detectives will briefly check and see that there is no such arrow on Jianlu's body."
Time was very tight, and careful inventory and inspection would definitely not work. Zhang Pan's order was very reasonable, and only a few people were needed.
Ah - screams suddenly came from the woods. Even though they were 180 meters away, there were already a lot of noises on the battlefield, so they could still be heard.
Several soldiers who were nearby immediately approached the woods on guard. They were stripping the clothes and armor off the corpses of Jianlu. However, these Jianlu were all killed by Guo Dajing's cold arrows.
There was another scream, and Zhou Qing also turned his attention and led people to check.
Guo Dajing mercilessly hacked to death the wounded Jianlu and quickly sneaked to the left.
The last Jianlu was left. When he realized that the fighting outside was over, he wanted to hide deep in the woods. But he didn't know that Guo Dajing had already stared at him through the night vision scope.
Jianlu moved quickly and slowly, sometimes ducking behind a tree, sometimes squatting next to a snowdrift, and his movements were quite agile. But in Guo Dajing's sight, his performance seemed as ridiculous as a monkey show.