Chapter 71 Night Raid (2) [Additional update to drive a Land Rover to pick up girls]
Faced with the night attack by Hu Biao and others, and they had already touched the position only fifty meters in front of the camp, it was such a bad situation.
The Tatars immediately showed their amazing fighting qualities.
When they were suddenly attacked, they were indeed a little panicked and embarrassed, but based on their combat qualities developed through years of fighting, some of their responses were quite beautiful.
The moment the warning sound sounded, they immediately took the weapons they had deliberately kept at hand before going to bed.
As they stood up one after another, they guarded their weapons in front of them.
Among them, the leader of the Tatar soldiers in white armor, and the three Tatars who were particularly stout and should be classified as vests among the Tatars, reacted particularly brightly.
Why do you say that? Tatars can practice martial arts, such as bow and horse, from the age of ten, or even younger.
After adulthood, there will be an assessment every three years. After passing the assessment, you can become a foot armor. If you pass the next assessment, you will become a more elite vest. The next step is to become a white armor.
Among them, the combat effectiveness of the foot armor is comparable to that of the servants of the Ming army. The combat effectiveness of the vests and white armor can only be stronger.
Even Yu Ding, who failed the examination, had a combat effectiveness that was significantly better than that of the soldiers of the Ming Dynasty's border army.
Therefore, the leader of the white-armored Tatars and the three horse-armored Tatars actually wear armor when they sleep. Don't you think it's ridiculous?
When they were suddenly attacked, they not only quickly grabbed weapons from the ground and climbed up.
He was still roaring loudly and commanding, causing the other panicked infantry and Yu Ding to quickly move closer to them, preparing to form several temporary small battle formations.
If they really get what they want, then Hu Biao and the others will face even greater pressure...
Speaking of which! How long does it take for Hu Biao and others to rush across a distance of fifty meters?
According to the modern standard of physical examination for college students in my country, if you can run in 9 seconds, you can only pass, and if you can run in 6.8 seconds, you can even be considered to have excellent results.
Netizens who know what the current charging speed represents.
Now that they have completely given up, they have completely forgotten to maintain their formation, or in other words, they have not cared about the formation. They are currently running at a speed of a little over 7 seconds at least.
But even so, they are still not satisfied; because it seems that this speed is not enough.
This is indeed the case. Hu Biao, who was in the lead, rushed to about 20 meters away.
Most of the Tatars had already stood up, and the Tatar who was keeping watch squatted on the ground. After pulling out an arrow from the quiver on his waist, he quickly shot an arrow at the charging people.
Although this Tatar looks like a mere infantryman, his archery skills are still much better than those of netizens.
In the blink of an eye, a scream rang out in Hu Biao's ears. He didn't know who in the team was hit by the arrow and whether the injury was life-threatening.
Without waiting for the opponent to draw another arrow, he suddenly pulled out a throwing knife from his waist with his right hand and threw it at his current maximum effective shooting range.
Thank God! This knife hit the Tatar right in the face, causing him to fall backwards.
The other old snakes and two other netizens acted as archers. At this juncture, they shot an arrow at the other Tatars.
It's a pity that it still didn't hit.
Fortunately, facing the suppression of arrows, the Tatars were in a state of embarrassment for a while in order to dodge the Tatars, and the speed at which they moved closer to each other and formed a formation was also slowed down.
Even during this process, Lao Hei held the blunderbuss equipped with a match rope in his hand, facing the leading white-armored Tatar soldiers, and called out with a loud noise.
This time, Yang Dongli brought over particles of gunpowder, and with a stronger explosive force, he called out the steel bar head.
Still failed to achieve victory, and also failed due to the advance dodge of the white-armored soldiers.
"What the hell! If I had known I had a handful of iron sand in the barrel of my gun, how could this grandson hide?" Upon seeing this, Lao Hei cursed bitterly.
Then knowing that he had no time to reload, he rushed forward with the barrel of the gun in hand.
In the midst of such bows and arrows, Hu Biao finally took the lead and rushed into the camp.
Without even thinking about it, he went straight to the white-armored Tatar soldier; because he had an intuition that this guy was related to the success or failure of this battle...
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Following the footsteps of Xu Feng in front of him, college student Corn moved his legs frantically, even though his poor lungs were already a little aching during the short charge.
There is no way! Although the current formation of many netizens has long been a mess.
However, as the sword and shield wielder of the third combat team, he still clearly remembers his responsibilities.
After rushing into the Tatar camp, when forming a formation to fight with the opponent, he must hold the shield in his hand and be at the front of the formation.
Therefore, if he runs behind everyone, the battle plan of forming a formation will be completely defeated.
During this desperate charge, he was first surprised to see the Tatar who was keeping watch at night, and immediately fell down with his head raised as soon as the cold light in Hu Biao's hand flashed.
Unfortunately, before he could say hello, he saw a scene of corn in his eyes and his scalp became numb.
Because directly in front of them, among the remaining eight Tatars, the three fastest moving Tatars were dodging their own arrows.
Before he could even stand firm, he had already started to draw the bow.
The remaining five Tatars, holding various weapons in their hands, were moving closer to each other as quickly as possible.
Instinctively, Corn held the shield in his left hand in front of him; in the next second, an arrow with astonishing speed was already shot in this direction.
But it was shot in the back of him. I don't know which group of unlucky guys it was.
I don't know if it was an illusion, but he could actually feel some blood splashing on the back of his neck, flowing down his neck and into the back of his collar, and it was so hot.
And in his ears, at this moment, Maize could actually hear more than one scream from around him.
I think some of the other combat groups were unlucky enough to be hit by arrows; even if these Tatars were attacked, their hasty burst of fighting power was still a bit outrageous.
It's just that the hard-working college students know that now they have no other choice but to continue rushing forward.
Back off, run away?
Such an approach, not to mention the mission penalties, just with the precise arrow skills of these Tatars, can kill all of them from behind like hunting rabbits, very easily.
With anxiety, fear and many other emotions intertwined in his heart, Corn roared wildly. Even he himself didn't know the specific content.
But the pace under my feet has almost doubled again.
Finally, when the leader Corn also rushed into the Tatar camp, three of the 28 netizens in this operation had already been shot and fell by arrows.
In a hurry, I didn't know how many people were shot to death and how many were injured, whether seriously or not.
There are three other netizens who have obviously slowed down their pace; but among these three cowards, there is no figure of Xu Er, a socially elite man.
Immediately on the battlefield, there were seven veterans rushing to the front, fifteen rookies following closely, and the three rookies gradually pulled down, leaving three people lying on the ground with no idea whether they were alive or dead.
If you look down from a high altitude, the scene is indescribably wonderful...
After rushing into the camp, Xu Feng directly approached a Tatar vest soldier. He was so angry that when he yelled out the word "kill~", he stabbed the opponent's throat with the spear in his hand.
Unfortunately, Tatars were not his daily practice target. With a pair of mace-like weapons in his hands, he deflected the shot with a single wave of his left hand.
The mace in the other right hand was hit directly on Xu Feng's head.
Fortunately, at this time, Corn behind Xu Feng had already arrived. He held up the shield in his hand to meet him, and blocked the blow that hit Xu Feng's head.
But in the panic, no one else noticed that Corn's mouth was crooked at this moment.
Because the force of this mace was so great, his left wrist holding the shield felt a twinge of pain.
