Ma Zhenyuan and Zheng Zhitai led everyone quietly up the mountain. The arrow array was deployed. The grass and trees on the mountain were wet by the rain. The water droplets fell from time to time, covering up the sound of everyone's footsteps.
The frogs chirped louder after the rain, and sometimes unknown birds sang. The chirping sounds were mixed in with the frogs' chirping, which was so pleasant to the ear.
Soon, everyone reached not far from the Dragon King Temple. Looking through the gaps in the trees, they could clearly see the corner of the eaves of the dilapidated temple over there.
The cold wind was blowing, but no one felt the slightest chill. The surroundings were still quiet. There were only the occasional frogs' croaking mixed with the singing of birds, especially the calls of big tits, a high-pitched sound of "chirp, chirp, chirp", and
A low sound of "chirp".
Ma Zhenyuan and Zheng Zhitai stopped suddenly. They looked at each other and saw in each other's eyes the meaning of "the Tatars have a hidden whistle".
Ma Zhenyuan immediately raised his hand to signal everyone to stop!
The servants still don't know why, but it's just a bird chirping. Isn't it normal for the great tits to chirp in the mountains and forests?
At this moment, the trembling sound of the bowstring suddenly came...
"Whoosh!"
An arrow shot from the dense forest, and the black shadow passed by the wind, as fast as lightning.
A servant who was holding a bow and arrow changed his expression when he heard the sound, and was hit by a flying arrow. It was like being hit by a javelin. The servant's body trembled, and blood sprayed out from his chest.
The long arrow actually penetrated his leather armor, and the spindle-shaped arrowhead emerged from behind his cloak, and the tip of the arrowhead shone with a cold light.
The servant didn't even utter a cry before he fell to the ground with a crash, stirring up a large amount of mud flowers. In an instant, he felt that all his strength had been lost, and he rolled down the hillside. The muddy grass was dripping with shocking blood.
Everyone was shocked!
Ma Zhenyuan even shouted: "Draw out the arrows! There are Tatars, hurry up, dodge behind the tree, they all disperse behind the tree..."
"Whoosh!" the sound came continuously.
Several more sharp arrows roared through the air and flew over, and a sudden "Ah" scream sounded out, followed by the sound of arrows penetrating the armor's flesh and blood, and another servant was hit by an arrow.
He was even thrown away and fell heavily on the slippery grass. The arrowhead that came out of his body was like a big chisel, big on the outside and small on the inside. The arrow shaft was made of birch and was very thick and heavy.
"It's a Tatar arrow. Be careful, don't get shot again!"
Ma Zhenyuan shouted loudly. He had been in the border town for a long time, so he naturally knew the several types of arrows commonly used by slave thieves, such as cap arrows, stabbing arrows and whistle arrows.
The arrow body of the stabbing arrow is slender, the arrow head is also narrower, and the weight is slightly lighter. It is mostly used for long-distance shooting and projectile shooting.
The whistle arrows will emit bursts of sound after being shot, which are mostly used for long-distance early warning and signaling.
The arrow body of the Phi arrow is thicker and heavier, and the arrow head is wider. It is mostly used in close combat to kill the opponent.
Especially the Crescent Phi Arrows and Dali Phi Arrows of slave thieves have heavy arrowheads, thick shafts, and long arrow bodies. If they are shot by them, they will often bleed quickly and be difficult to stop, which is a disaster.
"Ambush!"
Ma Zhenyuan was secretly resentful in his heart. He covered himself under a big tree and looked up. He saw some figures in armor looming more than ten steps ahead, behind the trees and the broken walls of the ruined temple.
They are all wearing high helmets with red tassels, painted iron helmets with neck protectors, double-breasted cotton armor with dense copper nails, a large heart-protecting bronze mirror on the chest, and huge shoulder pads and armor on both sides.
It is red with a white border and looks very heavy. It is indeed a sentinel riding vest with a red flag.
Ma Zhenyuan could feel the murderous looks on these people's faces, and their looming ferocity.
The Tatar bows they held were large in diameter and long in tip, and they used heavy arrows. Although the firing speed was not the fastest, the power of the large arrows and giant arrows was astonishing.
"Whoosh!" Another heavy arrow shot out.
The arrow fired from a straight line was like a black line. Ma Zhenyuan hurriedly dodged and hid behind the tree. The arrow flew past the tree, causing the bark to break apart, and large jets of sawdust and water splashing everywhere.
Sure enough, it was another stalled arrow. This arrow was spindle-shaped and had a streamlined arrow body, which was very aerodynamic. It flew fast and stable. If you were stunned for a moment, you would be killed by the arrow.
Seeing the right opportunity, Ma Zhenyuan suddenly drew the strong bow in his hand, and the bow made a "creep" sound. As soon as he loosened his hand, the wolf-fang arrow shot out quickly, hitting a man next to the vest with a red flag.
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The Tatar also swayed for a while, but did not fall down. He acted as if nothing had happened and allowed the arrows to stick into his armor. Obviously, the one-stone Kaiyuan strong bow used by Ma Zhenyuan still could not penetrate his second layer of armor.
Protection.
Ma Zhenyuan shot several more arrows in the blink of an eye. Although he was aiming at the faces and throats of the Tatars, they were dodged by them one by one. These Tatar vests have gone through countless battles, large and small, and their ability to avoid arrows is very outstanding.
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Only one Tatar could not escape, and he shot a wolf-fang arrow through his neck and into the throat of the Tatar soldier. Blood spurted out along the wound.
He put aside the bow and arrows in his hands, struggled to grasp the arrow inserted into his throat, and used up his last bit of strength to pull out the wolf-fang arrow. A stream of blood arrows shot up into the sky, causing a splash, and everyone was stunned.
He fell to the ground, no longer alive.
The surrounding Tatars didn't even look at him, but they seemed to be more ferocious because of this. They screamed and shot heavy arrows one after another to cover, and dodged and leaped forward.
Zheng Zhitai on the side also fired back calmly, and all the sentries and cavalrymen also hid behind the trees and kept firing back. Arrows from both sides were whizzing back and forth.
Black lines like death flew back and forth, but the arrows fired from the opposite side became more and more dense, almost completely suppressing Ma Zhenyuan's side, and it was unknown how many people they had.
Although everyone on my side is skilled in archery, the protective power of the Tatar vests on the opposite side is also outstanding. They are wearing double layers of heavy armor.
In fact, it was not that no one among the servants shot at them, but most of those arrows penetrated the outer layer of heavy armor, but most of them were unable to penetrate the inner layer of armor, and at most they could only damage the flesh.
Many Tatar vests and sentries had a few arrows stuck on their bodies, but they did not pose a big threat. On the other hand, if someone on our side was hit by an arrow, they would fall to the ground and be injured.
Moreover, the Tatar soldiers on the opposite side did shoot more accurately, their arrows were more powerful, and their timing was even more wonderful. Although the servants were all tough, they were far inferior to the Tatar soldiers on the opposite side who had experienced hundreds of battles.
Screams kept coming, and three more servants were shot and fell to the ground. One person was shot through the lungs. The arrow penetrated deeply into the armor, and the fishy hot liquid surged up from his trachea. He leaned against the tree and kept coughing.
, a mouthful of blood gushes out every time he coughs.
Soon the armor and cloak in front of him turned blood red, the blood soaked into the grass, and the pungent smell of blood spread in the air mixed with the fragrance of green grass.
"Master Ma, we are ambushed by the Tatars. Let's go down the mountain and seize the horses. There is still a chance..."
Su Shigao shot arrows with all his strength and shouted at the same time.