Start: Datang Wanli a lonely city

Chapter 118 Charge into the Battle ([-]) [For Forest Kiyo]

"Shoot the arrows and shoot these Nikan to death~"

At the position facing Hu Biao and the others, which was the only entrance to the Tartar camp, a Tartar Fende Bashiku yelled out a sentence while his scalp was numb.

The voice of this guy was distorted, facing the wooden walls that were approaching rapidly.

In this position, there were at least 60 Tartar archers who pulled out the step bows in their hands and began to shoot arrows quickly.

At present, it is only at a distance of 100 meters, with the precise arrow technique they have practiced for many years.

With such a big target, it is impossible to miss the shot.

For a moment, holding a heavy shield in their hands, AT and the others rushed forward, and could clearly feel the dense sound of 'Duang, Duang~' resounding in front of them.

After hearing it in my ears, it smells like rain hitting plantains.

Although AT knew that the thick wooden shield in his hand would not be willing to pierce the heavy arrows from the Tartar side, but the dense sound still made people's scalp numb.

Even in the rain of arrows shot by the Tartars, there were quite a few burning rockets among them.

Fortunately, even if the heavy arrows of the Tartars can penetrate the iron armor of the Ming army at a distance of 50 steps, they cannot penetrate such a wooden shield.

And the Tartars shot the rockets, but they wanted to see more clearly the size of the Ming army rushing towards them.

Now even if it hits the wooden shield, there is no way to ignite the moist wood.

This result also made everyone behind the shield feel a little relieved.

It's a pity that the Tatars reacted quite quickly. After shooting a round of arrows, they saw that the arrows had no effect, so they immediately made adjustments.

When Hu Biao and others rushed to the distance of 150 meters from the Tartar camp.

The Tartars adjusted the angles of their arms and arrows one after another, changing from direct shooting to throwing.

Under an incomprehensible Manchu command, a rain of arrows crossed an arc high in the air and landed among the charging crowd.

When they heard the situation above their heads, they were quite satisfied. AT, Xu Feng and many other netizens yelled out a sentence:
"Staff behind, raise your shields~"

Immediately behind the big wooden shield, as long as the person with the shield in his hand immediately raised the shield above his head.

But even so, a group of netizens could still hear some extremely depressing muffled groans in their ears, as well as the sound of bodies falling to the ground.

In order to boost the morale of the soldiers and civilians, as well as the idea of ​​venting the complicated emotions in his heart after thinking of certain things, AT immediately roared in his mouth:

"Don't worry about those people who got shot, don't worry about anything.

Go, go, don't want to kill more people, everyone just keep going, the Xuange camp will advance but never retreat..."

After hearing the name of 'Xuan Geying', the veterans such as Xu Feng, Hu Biao, Lang Qing, Yang Dongli, etc. instinctively froze for a moment.

But afterward, he yelled out a sentence: "Xuan Ge Camp is advancing but not retreating~"

In such a simple sentence, they gained a kind of indescribable great courage, which made their steps more firm...

Talk! With a distance of 150 meters, how long will it take to rush up at the speed of the soldiers and civilians running with the chant of "one two one" in their mouths?
According to the experience gained during training during the day, Hu Biao and the others knew that it would take about half a minute.

As for a skilled archer of the Tartars, it usually only takes 6 seconds to shoot an arrow, and this is still the case of aiming at the target.

If it is a projectile that only needs to delineate a general range like this, and then shoots the arrows out in a hurry, the time required is even less, at most it only takes 4 seconds.

Of course, such a speed also belongs to the rate of fire after bursting out, and cannot be maintained for a long time.

After a long time, with the numbness and soreness of the archer's arms after exerting too much force, the speed will drop rapidly, and even the bowstring cannot be pulled at all.

The problem is that the fight has only started now, and the physical and arm strength of the Tartar archers will not be affected at all.

So when all the archers of the Tartars began to shoot, Hu Biao and others really felt for a while what it meant to be raining arrows.

******
In the sound of 'DUANG~', Xu Feng found a heavy arrow thrown by the Tartars, and it landed on his own celestial cap.

Fortunately, at this time he was still wearing a helmet.

It was a high-quality helmet that he bought online for more than 100 yuan from a certain treasure in the modern plane, and then successfully brought it back; although the material is only stainless steel, it is enough for this year, and it is even quite strong.

Therefore, when this heavy arrow hit his helmet, it was immediately bounced off.

It's a pity that the instant impact force still made his brain scream "buzz~".

At the moment when his head was a little dizzy, he couldn't help but turned his head and glanced behind him; he could see the face rushing all the way behind him in the rocket light flashing across his head, and he was already lying down. Not less than 20 people.

And as time went by, every second someone was shot and fell.

In addition to the unlucky guy who fell from the arrow, there were still many people who were running, and their steps were already staggering.

At that time, it was because one or more Tartar arrows were stuck in a certain part of their bodies; but even so, based on their hatred for the Tartars, they still gritted their teeth and ran forward desperately.

Among those who fell from the arrows, there were military households, ordinary people, old people, half-children, women and other identities.

But the largest number of them are still some common people who don't wear serious armor, but only wear that kind of joke-like rattan armor.

In such a rain of arrows, their losses were quite heavy.

Seeing such a scene, Xu Feng's eyeballs turned red on the spot.

The reason for this is that in the battle plan formulated by Hu Biao and the others, only 196 people without night blindness will be brought to join the battle against the Tartars.

But it's really time to gather and prepare to touch and start.

Everyone who came here, including those who had night blindness and could have stayed away from this battle, no matter men, women, old or young, followed behind the team silently.

They held dung forks, sickles, hoes, kitchen knives, and big sticks tightly in their hands.

Although he didn't speak, the resolute expression on his face, and the veins on the back of his hand holding the weapon due to too much force, already explained everything.

Seeing such a scene, Hu Biao could only let them act together.

What the hell!This is not the banquet that Sui Fengdun had set up at the beginning, and you can enjoy a good meal after eating it; this is to fight, to die, and to participate in the battle that no one in Achang can guarantee that he will not die.

When these people stand up, I'm afraid they have already given up.

Therefore, he felt that he had no reason to reject the strong belief that these people risked their lives to seek revenge from the Tartars for the sake of their families.

The addition of these people also played a considerable role, allowing the total strength of the current four directions to rush to the Tartar camp to reach a total of about 510 people.

Even in the other three directions, a hundred people were separated.

Now there are about 390 people with Hu Biao and the others here, shouting chant together, and killing towards the only entrance and exit of the Tartar camp.

Then again, the night blindness of these people is actually not as scary as they think.

It doesn't mean that you will become completely blind at night, as long as you successfully rush into the Tartar camp, there are bright bonfires around, or under the light of the fire, your eyesight will not be affected much.

But Xu Feng never imagined that these people would suffer so many casualties from the Tartars' throwing all the way along the way.

Instinctively, he wanted to yell "Old Hu", and the commander, who was going to let them rush to the street, quickly think of a way, so he can't continue to be so dead.

However, after reaching the mouth, such a sentence was replaced by:

"AT, how far is it from Tartar?"

The main reason is that he thought clearly in an instant, and they had already thought of all the ways they could think of, and arranged them all. Under the current collision between the two sides without fancy, there is no other way at all.

The only option is to rush forward, endure huge casualties, and rush to the place where the long-range weapons in their hands can exert their greatest power.

Then a guy broke out, beating the Tartars into a daze, and opening a gap at once.

The AT in front of Xufeng, after hearing such a sentence, glanced forward from the observation hole deliberately left on the shield.

He replied, "About 100 meters away."

"Fuck~" After Xu Feng cursed, he could only continue chanting 'one two one', and continued to move forward in the gradually deformed shield formation.

And the depressed mood in his heart appeared in almost every netizen.

Even though they had already made some psychological preparations, the situation of being beaten and unable to fight back was really depressing.

Miraculously, this has already exceeded [-]% of the casualties.

Even if it was replaced by Daming's frontier army, at this level, they might just collapse and flee to the rear.

But among these mobs made up of random people, military households, farmers, small artisans, theater troupe members, and housewives, none of them fled to the rear.

Even some personnel who were unable to get up after falling to the ground with heavy arrows still crawled up with their hands.

Perhaps since they held weapons and stood silently in the ranks, they put life and death aside; if they had any regrets before dying, it would be that they failed to kill a Tartar with their own hands...

(End of this chapter)