In front of Hu Biao and the others, which was the only entrance to the Tatar camp, a Tatar named Bashku yelled something while his scalp was numb.
The guy's voice was distorted as he ordered, facing the wooden walls that were approaching quickly.
At this position, there were at least more than sixty Tatar archers, who drew their bows and started shooting arrows quickly.
At present, it is only at a distance of one hundred and two meters, using their precise archery skills that they have practiced for many years.
With such a big target, there is no possibility of missing the target.
For a moment, AT and the others, holding heavy shields in their hands and rushing forward, could clearly feel the dense sound of 'Duang, Duang~' ringing in front of them.
After hearing it in my ears, it smelled a little like rain hitting banana trees.
Although the AT clearly knew that the heavy arrows from the Tatar side would not be able to penetrate the thick wooden shield in its hand, the dense sound still made people's scalp numb.
Even in the rain of arrows shot by the Tatars, there were many burning rockets among them.
Fortunately, even the Tatars' heavy arrows were able to penetrate the iron armor of the Ming army at a distance of 50 steps, but there was no way to penetrate such wooden shields.
The Tatars fired the rockets just to see more clearly how big the Ming army was charging at them.
Now even if it hits the wooden shield, there is no way to ignite the wood that is still wet with moisture.
This result also made everyone behind the shield breathe a sigh of relief after reacting.
It is a pity that the Tatars responded very quickly. After a round of arrows were fired, they saw that firing the arrows in this way had no effect, so they immediately made adjustments.
When Hu Biao and others rushed to about 150 meters away from the Tatar camp.
The Tatars adjusted the angles of their arms and arrows one after another, changing from direct shooting to projecting.
Following an incomprehensible command in Manchu, a hail of arrows arced high in the air and landed among the charging crowd.
When I heard the situation above my head, I felt quite satisfied. AT, Xufeng and many other netizens shouted out:
"People behind, raise your shields~"
Immediately behind the big wooden shield, anyone with a shield in their hands immediately raised the shield above their heads.
But even so, netizens could still hear several extremely depressing 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, and to vent their complicated emotions after thinking about certain things, AT immediately roared in his mouth:
"Don't worry about those people who were hit by arrows. Don't worry about anything.
Charge, charge, I don’t want more people to die, so just keep charging, Xuan Ge camp will advance or retreat..."
When they heard the name 'Xuange Camp' that was deep in their memory, veterans such as Xu Feng, Hu Biao, Lang Qing, Yang Dongli and others were stunned for a moment instinctively.
But then, he yelled: "Xuange Camp will advance but not retreat~"
In such a simple sentence, they gained a kind of indescribable great courage, which made their steps become firmer...
Speaking of which! At a distance of 150 meters, how long would it take for the soldiers and civilians to run up to the speed of shouting "one, two, one" chants?
Based on the experience they gained during training during the day, Hu Biao and the others knew what it would look like in about half a minute.
A skilled Tatar archer often only needs 6 seconds to shoot an arrow, and this is after aiming at the target.
If you only need to draw a rough range and then shoot the arrow out in a hurry, the time required is less, only 4 seconds at most.
Of course, such a speed is also the rate of fire after bursting out, and cannot be maintained for a long time.
Over time, as the archer's arms become numb and sore after exerting too much force, the speed will drop rapidly, and the bowstring may even fail to be drawn at all.
The problem is that the fighting has only started now, and the physical strength and arm strength of the Tatar archers are not affected at all.
So when all the Tatar archers in front of them started shooting, Hu Biao and others really felt what it meant to have arrows raining down like rain.
******
In the sound of "DUANG~", Xu Feng found that a heavy arrow thrown by Tatar landed on his Tianling Cap without any death.
Fortunately, he still had a helmet on his head at this time.
It was a high-quality helmet that he bought online from a certain treasure in the modern dimension for more than 100 yuan and successfully brought it over. Although the material was only stainless steel, it was sufficient for this day and age, and it was even quite powerful.
Therefore, when this heavy arrow hit his helmet, it was directly bounced away.
Unfortunately, the instantaneous impact still made his head buzz.
When his head was a little dizzy, he couldn't help turning his head and glanced behind him; in the light of the rockets passing above his head, he could see that he was already lying down on the face rushing towards him behind him.
No less than 20 people.
And as time passed, someone fell down with arrows every second.
In addition to the unlucky guy who fell down after being hit by an arrow, there were also many people running, and their steps were already staggering.
At that time, because they all had one or more Tatar arrows stuck in some part of their bodies; but even so, based on their hatred for the Tatars, they still gritted their teeth and ran forward desperately.
Among those who fell down with arrows, there were military households, civilians, the elderly, young men, women, etc.
But the largest number of them were ordinary people who did not wear serious armor, but only wore that kind of joke-like rattan armor.
Their losses in such a hail of arrows were quite heavy.
Seeing such a scene, Xu Feng's eyes turned red on the spot.
The reason for this is that in the battle plan drawn up by Hu Biao and others, they would only bring 196 people without night blindness to join the battle with the Tatars.
But when it comes time to gather together and prepare to formally touch and take action.
Everyone who came here, including those who had night blindness and could have stayed away from this battle, regardless of men, women, old and young, followed the team silently.
They held weapons such as dung forks, sickles, hoes, kitchen knives, and large wooden sticks tightly in their hands.
Although he didn't say anything, the determined expression on his face and the fact that veins were bulging on the back of his hand holding the weapon because he was holding the weapon with too much force spoke volumes.
Seeing such a scene, Hu Biao could only let them act together.
What the heck! This is not the banquet that Suifengdun originally set out, where you can enjoy a delicious meal even if you eat it; this is to fight, to die, to participate in a battle where no one in Achang can guarantee that he will not die.
When these people came forward, they were probably already risking their lives.
Therefore, he felt that he had no reason to reject these people's strong belief in risking their lives to avenge the Tatars for the sake of their families.
The addition of these people also played a considerable role, bringing the total force currently rushing towards the Tatar camp from four directions to a total of about 510 people.
Even in the other three directions, there were about a hundred people separated.
Now there are about 390 people here with Hu Biao and others, shouting slogans together, and fighting towards the only entrance and exit of the Tatar camp.
Then again, the night blindness that these people suffer from 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 Tatar camp and there is a bright campfire around, or under the light of the fire, your vision will not be greatly affected.
But Xu Feng never expected that these people would suffer such heavy casualties from the Tatars' missiles as they rushed forward.
Instinctively, he wanted to yell "Old Hu", and the commander who was planning to make them rush into the street quickly thought of a way to stop killing people like this.
However, when it came to his lips, this sentence was replaced by:
"AT, how far is it from the Tatars now?"
Mainly because he thought clearly in an instant. They had already thought of all the possible ways and arranged them one by one. Under the current collision between the two parties without any fancy, there was no other way.
The only option is to rush forward, endure huge casualties, and rush to where the long-range weapons in their hands can exert their maximum power.
Then a guy broke out, stunned the Tatars, and opened a gap at once.
The AT a little ahead of Xu Feng, after hearing such a sentence, glanced forward through the observation hole deliberately left on the shield.
He replied: "There's about a hundred meters left."
"Fuck~" After Xu Feng cursed, he could only continue shouting "one two one" and continued to move forward in the gradually deformed shield array.
And the depressed mood in his heart appeared in almost every netizen.
Even though they had been psychologically prepared, the situation of being beaten without being able to fight back was really depressing.
Miraculously, this has already exceeded 10% of the casualties.
Even if it were the Ming Dynasty's frontier troops, at this level, they might simply collapse and flee towards the rear.
But in this ragtag group of people, including military households, farmers, small craftsmen, troupe members, and housewives, no one fled to the back.
Even some people who were unable to get up after falling to the ground with heavy arrows still crawled up with their hands.
Perhaps since they took their weapons and stood silently in the team, they had ignored life and death; if there was any regret before they died, it was that they failed to kill a Tatar with their own hands...
