At this time, if he doesn't speak yet, it will seem that he is too incompetent.

After glaring at the two subordinates fiercely, Bacda ordered in a deep voice: "I will command all archers, climb up the courtyard wall, use bows and arrows to provide cover for the counterattacking troops, and shoot all the Ming people who have emerged. The remaining warriors will be commanded by you two personally, and launch a counterattack against the Ming people around who dared to attack us..."

Soon, six Tartar soldiers wearing leather armored arms gathered behind two iron armored soldiers.

After the two thick gates of the courtyard were slowly pushed open, the iron armored soldiers first leaned out of the door hole with iron armor protection. After confirming that there was no danger, they waved their weapons and rushed out of the courtyard quickly.

The following several Tartars rushed out of the compound with the same movement.

In order to avoid these Later Jin Tartars not attacking the wrong direction and not being scared away by themselves.

Wei Zheng, who was about to achieve his goal, decisively gave up rushing to the front and was the most arrogant Tartar iron-armored soldier. He aimed the feather arrow with a cold light on his shoulders at an ordinary Later Jin Tartar in leather armor behind him. After shooting an arrow, he quickly ran to the position of the spear team regardless of whether he hit the target or not.

Although the feather arrow shot by Wei Zheng was blocked by the target with weapons, his goal was undoubtedly achieved.

Seeing Wei Zheng suddenly exposed, only twenty meters away from him, he could even see the figure running away from the back of the other direction. The two Ming iron armored soldiers who were rushing in front suddenly turned red, and they chased with their anger, shouting loudly at the armored soldiers behind him.

"Warriors, the cunning Ming Dynasty archers are about to escape. Hurry up and speed up the pursuit and kill him..."

However, when they followed Wei Zheng into an alley, they were not the archer Wei Zheng, the archer, who was greeted, but were already ready to go, and were thrusting guns in front of them.

Faced with the sudden extra enemies, the Tartar iron-armored soldiers subconsciously felt that they were deceived and wanted to retreat.

However, when they saw more than a dozen of long-time men's bodies, a sarcastic smile quickly appeared on their faces.

Especially the iron-armored soldiers waving the mace, they shouted in Chinese with an arrogant look: "Haha... the Ming Dynasty looked down on us so much, and they actually used more than a dozen weak Ming people to stop us. Do they think that just a dozen spears in front of them can block the attack of the Later Jin warriors?"

"Warriors, don't be afraid, follow me to continue attacking. Split the defensive formations of the Ming people, kill them, and let them know that the powerful Later Jin warriors are invincible."

"kill……"

The eight arrogant Tartars shouted at Manchu words that Wei Zheng could not understand, while waving the weapons in their hands to prevent the feather arrows that might be shot at them, and rushed towards the spear formation with an unstoppable offensive. It was as if the ones blocked them were not spears, but wooden sticks that were about to break.

Compared with the ferocity of the Tartars, the performance of his subordinates can be described directly as the four words "terrible".

Facing the Tartars who were getting closer and closer to him, except for the captain Wang Feng who could hold back his inner tension, he still steadily flat-end spear, quietly watching the Tartars who were getting closer and closer to him in front.

The remaining fifteen long-time hottest players were scared by the strong murderous aura emitted from the eight Tartars in front of them.

The hands of the flat spear began to tremble subconsciously because the Tartars were getting closer and closer to him.

Some people even close their eyes directly, as if they were waiting for death, holding spears with their hands trembling, waiting for the Tartars to harvest their lives.

Wei Zheng knew that if everyone kept in this state and faced the enemy, even if they won, the sixteen long-time players in front of him would suffer heavy losses in the battle.

Taking a deep breath, he shouted at his subordinates in front of him in the loudest voice as possible: "Brothers, I don't know what you are afraid of. The Tartars are like us, both shoulders and one head. As long as they stab a hole in their body with a spear, they will immediately turn into corpses."

"Don't forget, you are warriors who can even kill wild boars. Are you still afraid of these Later Jin Tartars?"

"Everyone holds the spear in my hand tightly, like a warrior, looking ahead and obeying my orders..."

He rushed in front, kept waving his mace, and howled and screamed at the iron-armored Tartar soldiers who showed his force to the Ming Dynasty people in front of him. After seeing the long spear in his hands trembling, he became more determined to make a judgment: the Ming Dynasty people standing in front of him were completely a group of cowards, and he had already started to feel guilty before he fought with them, and he couldn't even hold the long spear. It can be imagined that when he bumped into them, they would definitely collapse completely and let them chase him.

So, he was arrogant and completely ignored the eight iron spear heads blocking in front of him. He waved the mace in his hand, blocked the two spear heads in front of him and then rushed forward, preparing to use his huge body in iron armor to break open the spear formation of the Ming people.

However, just as my mace was in contact with the other party's spear, an accident happened.

A murderous shout suddenly sounded from behind the long-selling buy and reached his ears.

"The first platoon leader is sought after, sprint forward..."

Wei Zheng's order was like a stimulant, which allowed the weak spear, which had just been weak, to quickly inject a thousand pounds of force, and stabbed the iron-armored Tartar soldiers in front of him at a very fast speed.

Although the Tartar iron armored soldiers quickly separated the spear in front of them with their maces in their hands, the two spears on both sides were still quickly pierced into their ribs at lightning speed.

The iron spear tip of the long spear easily penetrated the iron armor and penetrated the Tatars' ribs. In an instant, an unprecedented sense of pain quickly spread from both ribs throughout the body. The arrogant expression on the Tatars' face was quickly covered by shock. Then, his face was shocked and covered by despair before his death.

He looked down and saw the spear that had pierced his ribs. The desperate Tartar wanted to raise the mace in his hand and kill the two long-time men. However, at this moment, he had no chance. As a large amount of blood quickly poured out of his body from the wound, the desperate Tartar could clearly feel that his limited physical strength was rapidly disappearing at an unprecedented speed.

With a look of reluctance, he used his last little effort to shout loudly: "Is this still a cowardly Ming Dynasty person? Why didn't he collapse..."

Eight spears were divided into two armored soldiers, and each person had four spears.

No matter how brave the Tartars were, they could not avoid attacks from four spears from different directions at the same time.

Seeing that the two iron armored soldiers who were most threatening to him had been stabbed to death by a spear, Wei Zheng, who was tense, couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief and shouted at the spearman in front of him who was stunned.

"The first row, collect the gun and retreat, prepare for the second row..."

"The second row will be sprinted immediately..."

After the second row of eight spears quickly stabbed forward, the three Tartar soldiers who were immediately following had not yet reacted from the sudden change, and the eight spears had already stabbed directly in front of them.

Even the iron-armored soldiers with strong combat power cannot avoid these spears, let alone ordinary armored soldiers.

The three Tartars were armed and soldiered without even a chance to react, and their huge body, wearing leather armor, was pierced by a spear.

After seeing the blood holes that kept bleeding from their bodies in despair, the three Tartars' faces quickly turned pale, and their huge bodies fell heavily into a pool of blood as the spear was pulled out.

At this moment, Wei Zheng's increasingly excited command sounded again to his subordinates' ears.

"The second row retracts the gun and retreats, the first row takes two steps forward, and continues to sprint forward..."

Wei Zheng almost shouted loudly, waving the sky like thunder, and suddenly woke everyone from the shock.

Wang Feng, who was in the first row of spearmen, saw two arrogant iron-armored soldiers dying under the spear in his hands so easily, and he didn't even have a chance to resist. Wang Feng's heart was immediately shrouded in unprecedented surprise and excitement.

It was not until Wei Zheng issued another order that Wang Feng reacted from the surprise.

Looking forward, the remaining three armored soldiers of the Tartars were also shocked by the bloody scene in front of them. They forgot to attack for a moment, but were stunned and at a loss on the spot.

With such a good opportunity, Wang Feng, who was determined to take revenge and kill the Tartars, would certainly not let it go.

As soon as the order of Wei Zheng sounded, Wang Feng followed him and roared at his subordinates: "What are you doing here? Have you killed all the Tartars? The first row of the spear team immediately took two steps forward and continued to stab..."

"Swish...swish..."

Several sounds of spears entering the flesh sounded on the battlefield, and two ordinary armored Tartars were directly penetrated by eight spears.

At this time, the only Tartar soldiers left on the battlefield finally reacted from their shock. Her face was quickly covered by fear and fled back regardless of everything.

Wei Zheng, who had been standing behind, certainly would not allow fish that slipped through the net on the battlefield.

Pull out a feather arrow from the quiver on the back, roll the strings, pull the bow, and skillfully shoot the feather arrow into the back of the Tartars who are completely exposed to him.
Chapter completed!