Tehamu hugged the wine jar and sat on the commander's seat angrily.
"Don't you always brag that you are good at riding and shooting? Why didn't you kill a single soldier of Dashang during the day, but were killed by so many others?"
The Turkic generals present all had their heads drooped, not daring to say a word.
They obviously tried their best to shoot arrows, but the arrows they shot were only two hundred steps away at most.
But Dashang's bows and arrows were different. The arrows fired by ordinary soldiers were four to five hundred steps away, and they couldn't get close at all.
"Marshal, there is no way to continue fighting like this. We have to fight them in close combat. That is what we are good at."
Tehamu stood up suddenly and smashed the wine jar in his hand.
"That's right, we can't fight a war of attrition with them here. We must give full play to our advantages on the battlefield. We immediately ordered the oxen cavalry to assemble. Tonight, I am going to raid the severely wounded camp."
The generals present did not dare to be negligent in the slightest, but just as they were about to leave, flames soaring into the sky suddenly started burning behind the camp.
Before they could react, arrows rained down from the sky.
The area three hundred steps outside the Turkic camp had long been occupied by the merchant army.
One arrow array after another is close together, and various bows and crossbows cooperate with each other. Each arrow array shoots out a rain of arrows all over the sky.
All the arrow formations cooperated with each other, just enough to completely cover the Turkic camp.
Moreover, what the merchant army fired were rockets.
The entire Turkic camp was in chaos, with soldiers fleeing in all directions. The cattle, horses, and alpacas in the camp were frightened and ran into each other randomly.
When Tehamu ran out of the tent, arrows like spears suddenly shot through the air, penetrated his abdomen, and nailed him to the wooden rafters of the tent.
"marshal!"
The deputy general next to him suddenly panicked and hurried over to rescue Tehamu. Unexpectedly, more spear-like arrows fell from the sky, killing most of their generals in an instant.
Tehamu kept spitting blood from his mouth, and the arrow had shattered his internal organs and even split his spine into two pieces.
The surrounding tents had already caught fire, and as the fire spread, the entire Turkic camp soon turned into a sea of flames.
Although Tehamu was seriously injured, he was not dead. However, he had no ability to move at all and could only watch the fire swallow up his body.
"Keep shooting!" Zhao Rui rode on his horse and looked coldly at the Turkic camp in front of him: "Your mission this time is to shoot all the arrows in your hands."
The sound of whooshing through the air was heard one after another, and the rain of arrows from the sky continued to shoot into the Turkic camp. The screams were continuous, like purgatory.
The merchant army gathered in Gucheng were originally herdsmen gathered from various grassland tribes. Almost all of them grew up on horseback and were good at riding and shooting since childhood.
After careful selection, Zhao Rui selected an army of 280,000 people, each of whom was assigned 100 arrows, for a total of 28 million arrows.
Such a number was enough to kill all the 600,000 Turkic troops in the camp.
This kind of strategy can only be used once at present. The arrows in front of you are the total of all the arrow reserves in the nearby grasslands, Shiguo and Yazhang.
After using it all at once, they didn't even have arrows for hunting.
Zhao Rui didn't have the slightest worry. With Dashang's national strength and developed transportation, more arrows would be shipped here soon.
Besides, the arrows shot out can still be retrieved.