Two days of emergency training were not in vain.

In just ten seconds, two rows of sixteen long-lasting rows were erecting long spears, blocking the middle of the road without moving.

Wei Zheng was very satisfied with this result and quickly found an open position around him that was suitable for shooting cold arrows and allowing the Tatars to develop their own. After glanced at the Tartar sentry who was still standing at the gate without any warning, he quickly pulled out a feather arrow from the quiver, pulled the bow, and aimed steadily, which could make the Tatars lose their combat effectiveness in an instant, but would not kill him immediately.

"Touch...swoosh..."

The trembling sound of the bowstring and the slight whistling sound of the feather arrows breaking through the air just now, the feather arrows that quickly left the string had accurately pierced into the shoulders of the Tartars.

"Ah, the enemy attacks... There are sneak attackers, be on guard immediately."

The moment the big knife in the Tatars fell due to a shoulder injury, a scream quickly rang out in the quiet night.

At the same time, the Tartars, who were afraid of being attacked by cold arrows again, did not care about their injured shoulders, and endured the pain and lay on the ground, waiting for their companions to come to rescue.

The courtyard, which was just peaceful behind the Tartars, became lively at this time.

Although Wei Zheng was about twenty meters apart from the courtyard, the collision of various metal weapons and the yelling and scolding of the Tartars were clearly transmitted to Wei Zheng's ears.

After a sneer flashed quickly across the corner of his mouth, Wei Zheng pulled out a feather arrow again, pulled the bow, and aimed at the still closed door...

When three or four Tartars cautiously poked their heads out of the gate and wanted to drag their injured companions back to the yard, Wei Zheng let go of the tight bowstrings in his hand without hesitation.

The feathered arrows that were ready to go quickly flew towards the gate under the push of the bowstring.

"Bang……"

A dull collision sounded at the gate. Although the feather arrow did not achieve any results, the huge force carried by the feather arrow directly penetrated it deeply into the wooden gate for more than half an inch.

Seeing the feather arrow shaft shaking on the wooden door next to his head, several Later Jin Tartars subconsciously retracted their heads and shouted to the commander behind him.

"Archer, the other party has an archer, and he is an archer..."

After years of war, the combat cooperation between the Tatars can definitely be described as the four words "very skillful".

As soon as the Tartars screamed, four Tartars holding bows and arrows climbed up the courtyard wall, pulled their bows, and began to search for opponents who were shooting archery at them around the courtyard.

Several Tartars who had just been attacked poked their heads out of the gate again. On the one hand, they continued to rescue their injured comrades outside the gate, and on the other hand, they lured the enemy, allowing the archers hiding in the dark to expose their targets.

The two Tartars were still in fear and just exposed half of their bodies from behind the door, pulled up their companions' clothes on the ground, and wanted to drag them back. The third feather arrow shot by Wei Zheng seemed to have eyes and steadily penetrated one of the Tartars' chest.

"laugh…"

A dull arrow sounded like a sound of flesh entering the flesh. The Tartar, who was hit by the feather arrow, was instantly exhausted and his heavy body fell heavily at the gate.

As for the companions around him, they threw the wounded in their hands with horror and retreated back to the back of the gate.

However, what Wei Zheng did not expect was that the moment he shot the third feather arrow, the four Tartar archers who had finally waited for Wei Zheng to expose their bodies, also released the bowstring that had been pulled into a round at the same time. The four feather arrows flew out of the courtyard with a "swoosh..." sound and flew towards Wei Zheng's location.

The keen sense of smell of the special forces carried by Wei Zheng played a crucial role at this time.

As soon as he shot out the third feather arrow, Wei Zheng vaguely felt that he had been targeted by the enemy, and a trace of unprecedented sense of crisis quickly hit his heart.

So, as soon as the four feather arrows shot towards him left the string, Wei Zheng quickly squatted down.

At the same moment, five feather arrows flew back to Wei Zheng's scalp, half an inch into the wall and steadily stuck to the earth wall behind him.

"Damn it, the Tartars are indeed a nation on horseback. Their archery skills are accurate, which makes me almost die in the underworld." Wei Zheng, who breathed a sigh of relief, couldn't help but complain.

Although the scene just happened was thrilling, in order to reduce casualties behind him as much as possible, Wei Zheng had to carry a longbow and continue to lure the enemy.

After quickly moving to a new position, after taking a look at the gate that was still not moving, Wei Zheng decisively transferred his target to the courtyard wall. Because, judging from the situation just now, the archers hidden by the Tartars on the courtyard wall were the enemy that threatened him the greatest threat.

After some search, a Tartar lying on the wall of the courtyard, raising a bow to search around him finally appeared in his sight.

"You are the only one... I don't believe that even killing you three soldiers can still resist attacking."

While Wei Zheng was talking to himself, he skillfully pulled out a feather arrow from the quiver on his back again...

In order to ensure the hit rate, Wei Zheng directly aimed at the opponent's largest upper body.

"Swish...ah..."

A slight whistling sound of feather arrows breaking through the air reached Wei Zheng's ears, and a scream dozens of meters away followed. Wei Zheng, who quickly squatted down and hid behind the courtyard wall, even clearly heard the impact of the Tartars falling heavily from the top of the courtyard wall to the ground.

Just as Wei Zheng avoided the remaining three feather arrows of the Tartars again and thought about whether he would continue to attack. In the courtyard where the Tatars of the Later Jin gathered, three Tartars in iron armor were gathering together to discuss something loudly.

In the Later Jin Tartar army, each flag uses Niulu as the basic military combat unit.

In each Niulu, it is divided into ordinary iron armored soldiers wearing iron armor, two or three layers of iron armored soldiers wearing ordinary leather armor.

Among these three types of soldiers, Flyala, who has the title of "After Jin Warrior", is undoubtedly the soldier of the Later Jin with the highest rank in Niulu.

The dozen Tartars gathered in this compound were commanded by a two-layer iron armor named Aguda. All of them included two strong iron armored soldiers and 12 ordinary armored soldiers wearing only leather armor.

Faced with the sudden wounded men and the increasingly depressed morale, one of the six armored soldiers in charge of the army quickly walked to the side of the Biara Aguda and shouted with anger on his face.

"Aguda, we have three warriors who have lost their combat effectiveness. If we cannot eliminate the Ming people outside, the morale of the warriors will definitely be reduced to the lowest point. So, I think we should take the initiative, rather than be like a coward, guarding the yard and becoming the prey of the Ming archers, waiting for his hunting..."

As soon as the words fell, another iron-armored soldier who followed him shouted: "According to the warriors' report, there is only one Ming Dynasty archer outside the yard. If we cannot go out to catch him, our remaining Later Jin warriors will not only be scared, but will also be ridiculed by other warriors after returning to Niulu. Therefore, we must go out to catch this hateful Ming Dynasty archer."

Seeing that Aguda still did not respond in contemplation, the iron-armored soldier unexpectedly pulled out his waist knife and shouted at Aguda with a sarcastic look on his face: "Since Aguda was frightened by the Ming Dynasty archers, I will take the warriors out to fight back and kill the Ming Dynasty archers who were sneaking into our attacks outside."

After saying that, he shouted loudly to the remaining Later Jin Tartars in the compound.

"The Later Jin warriors who are not afraid of death are all standing behind me. I will take you out of the yard and kill the Ming Dynasty archers who sneaked into our attacks, so that the Ming Dynasty people can see what the real Later Jin warriors are."

"I'll go, the cunning Ming Dynasty archer, I'm going to go out and kill him personally and be the Wai Yala of the Later Jin." Another Tartar iron armored soldier standing beside Aguda suddenly raised his mace in his hand and shouted loudly.
Chapter completed!