Because it was a sneak attack, the frontier soldiers had an advantage despite being few in number, and the government officials who followed immediately on the left and right sides also strengthened their momentum.

Fighting alone, they were not as strong as the Northern Army, but with the combined efforts of several people and the strong bows on their sides, the balance of victory was tilting towards them.

Yan Huaiwen always kept a distance from Beirong.

It was not that Beirong was pointing his bow in his direction, but when they were aiming through the wind and snow, the calm and urgent sharp arrows were already coming towards him ferociously.

Yan Huaiwen walked around, thrusting diagonally or moving sideways, constantly changing his position. The only thing that remained constant was the steady output of arrows.

Yan Laoer lay lying in the snow and watched with excitement.

His previously stiff body was warmed by the blood rushing all over his body, and he unknowingly got closer and closer to his brother, the center of the battlefield.

Qi Da and Qi Wu, followed closely by Yan Laoer, were ready to go and observed their surroundings vigilantly. In their eyes, no matter whether they were Beirong, nor the people from the border army and government offices, they were not as good as those from their own village.

People are important, especially Xiucai Gong and Yan Er, they must take good care of them.

Whoosh!

An arrow shot out from the snow and hit a Beirong in the neck. The sharp iron arrow penetrated easily and pierced the target.

Before the Beirong could retract his fierce gaze, the bow string in his hand had been pulled halfway, and he was about to use the shelter of the tent to shoot from a low position. The target he locked was Hu Da, who was on horseback with a volley of arrows.

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This Beirong would never have thought that there would be a group of people ambushing in the snow, let alone that such a group of people ambushing in the snow would have such superb archery skills.

It's Hu Er!

Damn it, you idiot dares to sneak up on my brother, if you don’t shoot, who will you shoot?

Hu Er's arrow was like a signal.

It lit up the fighting spirit in the hearts of all the people in Xiaoan Village.

They have been lying in the snow for a long time.

They watched the border troops and government officials fight with the Beirong troops, coming and going, life and death.

It wasn't that long ago, but the scene they had deliberately ignored was awakened.

That night, Beirong attacked.

They came in and out of each house at will, they rummaged for food and property, they destroyed the houses that everyone had finally built, they harmed the poultry and livestock in the village, they shot us with arrows, they chopped us with knives, they laughed so ugly

, they babbled and said something we couldn’t understand, but we all knew they didn’t mean anything good!

The door panels of every household in our village have been replaced!

My daughter-in-law was hiding in the dark cellar under the arrow tower, frightened while she was whittling wooden arrows and bamboo arrows, and her hands were cut several times!

Our boys and girls were all forced to kill people on the tower...

These bastards are all beasts!

The people in Xiaoan Village only dared to think and discuss secretly behind their backs. What would have happened to the village if they had not guarded that night?

What will happen?!

Is Huju City miserable? There are things worse than Huju City.

Everyone in Xiaoan Village went to the big fair last month, but after going, everyone was silent when they came back.

I was very excited when I went there, but I was disappointed when I came back.

Most of the people who came to the market were missing, and the white clothes stung their eyes.

The people of Xiaoan Village did not sell anything at the big market.

Because all the people who come to the market are here to sell things. What they have left is their belongings that can be exchanged for food and money.

After returning from the big show, no one mentioned it again.

They worked harder, trained with the wounded soldiers, earned copper coins, bought food, and stocked up on firewood...

But I don't know why, but I always feel like I'm holding a breath inside, and I feel so depressed that I can't get out.

This suffocating feeling dissipated immediately after Xiao Er and Qi Si crossed the mountain to bring back the cattle and sheep from Beirong, and they felt happy.

Who was it that said at that time, Beirong can come and rob us, why can’t we rob theirs?!

It was like a heavy hammer hitting their hearts.

Yes, why not?!

Now, they are coming!

Wang Dalang suddenly got up from the ground. Although he was still squatting, he was indeed taller, much taller than the men around him.

He also used a bow, which was very powerful and capable of shooting far.

The men in Xiaoan Village practice bows more than crossbows, and they all have the same idea, aiming for this strength.

If you often walk in the mountains, you will know that wild animals are alert and will not let people get close. Bows are easier to use than crossbows and have a longer range.

He stood the long bow in front of him and drew the bow slowly, even a little slowly. He aimed with one eye narrowed, just when everyone thought he had to take another look.

The taut bowstring loosened.

In the wind and snow, the sound was small but loud.

Everyone didn't care about hiding, they all looked at the arrow shot by Wang Dalang.

Missed!

Blown aside by the wind!

I can’t tell you how I feel. I’m a little disappointed, but I also think it’s the way it should be.

How could they hit the target in such a strong wind? How long have they been practicing? The Hu brothers are naturally good shooters. If they are not good at it, they have to practice again...

Yan Laoer suddenly got up.

He shouted loudly: "Damn, they've all been exposed. What are you waiting for? Shoot them!"

He didn't even have time to take aim. Now was not the time to worry about whether to hit the target or not. Two arrows popped out of the snow. It was exposed! Just release the arrow!

He raised his hand and shot an arrow.

"ah!"

A small cry of pain.

From a certain Beirong who was stabbed in the leg by an arrow.

Yan Laoer:......

Men of Xiaoan Village:!!!

Yan Laoer was all shot?!

Then...they also try?

Try it, just try it!

Countless arrows flew out from all directions in no particular order.

Some got it, some didn't.

Is accuracy so important at this time?

Not really!

As long as someone gets shot, it doesn't matter who he is.

"Cum!"

Yan Laoer is in high spirits.

Teng Teng ran forward a few more steps, squatted down, and fired another arrow from the bamboo crossbow. He didn't miss it, so he immediately ran away. He changed places and fired another arrow. He repeated this, and he didn't shoot a few arrows, but

It’s because I’m so tired…

But I have to say that Yan Laoer played a very good leading role.

The familiar rhythm is back!

They formed a small team to kill bandits and Beirong.

Shoot them, shoot them, shoot them!

The men in Xiaoan Village climbed up from the snow one by one. They kept changing their shooting positions and shot the arrows without hesitation.

Mr. Xue Qi’s face was as congested as pig liver.

Finally, he couldn't bear it anymore.

"Can you shoot accurately?"

The people under me not only have to dodge Beirong's swords, but they also have to dodge your arrows.

So far, no one has been accidentally shot, but it's scary to watch.

He turned his foot, tripped Beirong in front of him, and pressed him up.
To be continued...