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Chapter 669
"Attention guys, when you hear me shouting 'Chong', cover each other, fight and retreat, go down the mountain to get the horse and retreat."

Ma Zhenyuan gave orders to the surrounding servants in a soft voice.

Seeing that everyone nodded to show that he understood, he shouted again: "You guys go to the left, you go to the right, outflank the Tartars, and the rest follow me. Go..."

He didn't care whether the Tartars on the other side could understand Chinese or not, he still gave the other side a feint shot.

There were a few arrows inserted into the sideboard, and the arrow feathers were still trembling, but he still relied on the cover of the sideboard and trees to shoot arrows towards the opposite side.

Ma Zhenyuan knew in his heart that if he turned around and fled without caring about the Tartars behind him, his entire army would probably end in annihilation.

The only way is to cover each other, fight and retreat, and try to make the Tartars on the opposite side stop.

"what!"

Suddenly there was another loud cry.

As soon as a servant turned around and tried to escape, he was shot by a Tartar crescent arrow. The chiseled arrow entered from the side of his head and pierced through the other side of the felt hat. Tofu flowers splashed out.

The servant didn't want to die for a while, he threw himself on the wet grass and just wailed miserably.

Ma Zhenyuan's shaggy hair stood on end, and he saw a figure appearing from the opposite side, his armor was bulging, and the helmet had a black tassel.

Behind him was a small flag with a two-foot square, but it was the existence of Ba Shiku in the opposing Tarzi army.

At first glance, it looks like it is wearing triple armor, and its protection is even better.

This man was holding a big-stalk Tartar bow, just loosened the string, his back was heavy, his face was covered with scars, and his expression was full of tyranny and bloodthirsty.

Before Ma Zhenyuan could think deeply, his heart sank again following him.

Beside the figure of the Tartar Pashiku, another person dressed in the same clothes also appeared, with two mustaches, a shiny face, and a look of cruelty between the eyes.

What he was holding was still a twelve-strength bow, the bow string was pulled past his ear, and the bow and arrow was hung with another thick and long arrow.

As soon as the big hand was loosened, the sound of the bowstring trembling was like a storm, and the arrows shot quickly brought water spray and air flow.

A servant raised his card to block in surprise, but the arrow shot through the side card vigorously, and even penetrated his arm that was holding the side card.

The servant yelled miserably, and the door suddenly opened, and another crescent arrow shot from the opposite side, it shot from the door in front of him, passed through the back of his head, and fell to the ground with a bang, rolling in the mud The grassy slopes just twitch.

It turned out that the two Tartars cooperated with each other, and the timing was absolutely perfect.

Soon after the rise of Jianzhou Jurchens, they called themselves "Manchuria", which means "powerful arrows", and they were known to dominate Liaodong with their archery skills.

And these vest catching soldiers who came out to scout, all of them have outstanding shooting skills and a keen awareness of the battle situation.

Seeing that just a moment after the battle, there were already seven casualties in his own convenience, but only one Tartar died on the other side.

Ma Zhenyuan hated secretly in his heart, but he was helpless, he shouted loudly: "Sun Dongri, Su Shigao, take them and go first, and someone will come and end the rear!"

Sun Dongri hesitated for a while, and called out, "Master Ma, if you want to go, let's go together!"

He took out his fire sickle and blew it, then set up the three-eyed blunderbuss on the branch, and said bitterly: "You donkey-roller, fight with the Tartars!"

At this time, screams and muffled hissing of horses suddenly came from behind the crowd. It turned out that the Tazi soldiers lying in ambush moved to the rear flank.

Listening to the movement, the three servants who are in charge of guarding the horses are probably doomed to be in trouble at this moment.

Su Shigao trembled a little and said: "Fight, today the ball is upside down."

On the other side, Qian Yusheng was leaning closely behind a big tree, and his face was ashen. As a newly selected servant, today's sentry battle was really too exciting for him.

They didn't realize it when they were fighting in the battle formation, but now that they are fighting hand to hand, they realize that the Tartar vest is so fierce and sturdy.

The crowd fought and retreated, and from time to time used the cover of trees to shoot arrows back. Ma Zhenyuan, Zheng Zhitai and several other old men did not accept them, and still responded calmly.

The arrows they shot were all aimed at the opponent's throat and face, and the threat they posed was also great, so that the chasing Tazi soldiers did not dare to be too unscrupulous.

Especially the roar of the three-eyed blunderbuss just now smashed the heads of the two tartars who were protruding from the opposite side, and the brains and blood splashed everywhere.

Arrows flew horizontally, whizzing back and forth, and the red-flag vest on the mountain chased after them unhurriedly.

Their cooperation was very tacit. Some people in front used the cover of trees and shields to shoot arrows, while the Tartars behind followed each other with cold soldiers.

There are hatchets, iron whips, iron hammers, goose-wing knives, tiger spears, pick knives, etc., all of which are sharp weapons in combat.

Under the command of the two assigned Pashiku, they waited for the opportunity to fight hand-to-hand.

Only then did everyone see clearly that there were more than a dozen Tartars inlaid with red flags in the forest on the mountain and in the ruined temple.

In terms of the numbers of the two sides alone, they are indeed on par with them, but the combat power of the two sides is far behind.

"Ah! Ah!"

There were two screams and howls, and two more servants were shot by the Tartars' arrows.

While the rest of the servant was in a panic, he saw a handful of iron bones thrown at him quickly and hit him hard. There was a sound of the bone cracking, and the servant spurted out a mouthful of blood, and fell heavily on the ground.

A gust of wind flashed by, and the vest with the red flag inlaid with the goose-wing knife rushed up viciously. His body was heavy and mighty, like a wild boar.

The servant hurriedly struggled to get up, drew out his Yanling saber and stepped forward to fight, the vest inlaid with the red flag roared, and the saber slashed down with a powerful force.

The wild goose wing knife he uses is somewhat similar to the wild goose feather knife, but with a slightly larger head, a thicker back and a heavy back, and with double grooves, it is very suitable for chopping.

After the rise of Jianzhou Jurchen, most of the infantry in the army used goose-winged swords.

Seeing that the Tartar was so ferocious, a trace of fear flashed in the servant's eyes, the Yanling Saber in his hand was too thin in comparison, he didn't dare to confront the Tartar's Goose Wing Saber head-on, so he changed it into a flirt.

Unexpectedly, the red-flagged tartar slashed with the strength of his waist, and the heavy blade slashed fiercely on the side of the servant's neck. Scarlet blood splashed up like a fountain, and the servant's head flew away. go out.

On the other side, just as Su Shigao dodged away from a tree, his body trembled suddenly, his back was numb and wet, obviously he had been shot by an arrow.

In an instant, he felt powerless all over his body, as if all his strength was being lost with the loss of blood.

Seeing two Tartars with hammers and tiger spears chasing after him one after another, he gritted his teeth, saw the timing, flashed out from behind the tree with a loud roar, raised the three-eyed blunderbuss in his hand, and aimed the scythe straight up.

"Bang!" There was a loud bang.

The body of the Tatar soldier holding the hammer stopped suddenly, the thick smoke dispersed, Su Shigao saw a big hole suddenly appeared in the chest of the Tatar soldier, with a bang, he fell down without a sound.

(End of this chapter)