It took at most three to five seconds when Yu Hanfeng shouted, "Ali, save people!"
Ali, who was sweating on his forehead and panting heavily, ran over quickly carrying a small wooden box on his back, bending over.
While they were still halfway there, the girl took out a ball of clean cotton and gauze from the wooden box.
Looking at such a posture, this veterinarian girl planned to stop the heavy bleeding from the wound of the bluebird lying on the ground as soon as possible, and then perform other treatments.
By the way! In this defensive battle.
Ali, the only girl in the team, still received certain preferential treatment.
After all, one thing is undeniable. In the absence of long-range weapons like crossbows, this white-haired girl currently has some shortcomings in terms of close combat ability and long-range accuracy in throwing flying rocks.
Therefore, the task assigned by Hu Biao to the girl Ali is to serve as a medical soldier on the battlefield.
After all, the girl also has some relevant work experience. How she usually bandages injured cats and dogs is just how she bandages people now. The principles are actually the same.
Judging from the current appearance of Ali's actions, this girl's attitude in carrying out her mission is quite good.
It's a pity that Ali didn't have to touch the blue bird's breath when he hurried over with arrows flying randomly above his head and beads of sweat on his forehead.
I just took a look at the unlucky blue bird, after the arrow was hit in a speechless position.
He shouted bitterly: "I'm out of breath, no need to save~".
When she said this, the white-haired girl's tone was full of indescribable tiredness and loss, and she could even hear a hint of crying in it.
Mainly in the modern dimension, even seeing a kitten or a puppy dying of illness would make a girl sad for a long time.
How could I bear the situation where my familiar comrades-in-arms were constantly dying one by one in front of my eyes, while I felt so depressed that I was powerless.
"What the hell~" After hearing this, Yu Hanfeng, who was on the side, also cursed in great depression.
Because the area of Suifeng Dun was not small originally, but after cramming in many war horses and supplies, sixty or seventy people were now squeezed in.
Suddenly, the living environment conditions became quite tense.
Often there are many people sleeping together on the same kang.
It just happened that in the modern dimension, Qingniao, who was said to be a programmer, slept next to Yu Hanfeng every day. After a long time, the two of them had a pretty good relationship because they often boasted and spanked.
For a moment, when I saw this person, it seemed that he had been driving with me for the past minute. The speed was astonishing, and he didn't even need to rescue him.
Yu Hanfeng's heart was immediately filled with an indescribable sadness.
What followed was an unspeakable huge anger, an anger that wanted to kill the Tatar archers at all costs.
With such great anger, Yu Hanfeng poured out at least one-half more particles of flame than the normal amount from a horn filled with gunpowder on his waist.
After adding some lead bullets, he gritted his teeth and stuffed them into the three-eyed gun in his hand, compressing the gunpowder and lead bullets tightly.
Compared with powdered black powder, granular gunpowder is already more powerful. If too much is added, it will become a three-eyed blunderbuss. There is still the danger of exploding the barrel. At this moment, martial arts enthusiasts simply can't care about it.
There is only one simple thought in his head right now:
Only by increasing the amount of charge can the lead bullet have greater thrust.
Only then can we possibly get those Tatar archers who are farther away and are still shooting arrows, but their speed has been greatly slowed down due to the numbness of their arms.
After the reloading was completed, Yu Hanfeng hurriedly aimed at the position where the blue bird fell, which was the archer directly in front, and decisively lit the three-eyed gun.
After feeling a strong recoil on his hand, Yu Hanfeng tried his best to open his eyes in the white smoke.
Finally, I was gratified to see a Tatar who had just drawn out a sharp arrow and was about to start shooting. He took a heavy step back as if he had been hit hard by a stick.
Then he fell down with his head raised, and fell to the ground with blood on his chest.
Although I don't know if this Tatar archer was the one who shot the blue bird to death, in a sense, Yu Hanfeng could be considered to have avenged his comrades, but there was no trace of joy on his face.
Because at this moment, the Tatars finally paid their dues and withdrew their troops.
In such a signal that represented a retreat, the Tatars under the pier slowly retreated in a strict formation. During this period, two more Tatars' soles were punctured by iron caltrops and they began to walk with a limp.
However, due to the deliberate cleanup by the Tatars, there are not many caltrops left on the battlefield.
All the above situations mean that this attack has finally been repulsed, and the defenders on the pier can finally relax for a while after fighting fiercely for so long.
The problem is that this Tatar retreat also means that the Tatar commander believes that the trenches have been almost filled.
They are retreating now just to prepare for the next wave of more bloody attacks after a little tidying up.
With this understanding, Yu Hanfeng didn't think there was anything to be happy about?
*******
This is a battlefield rhythm that even a novice like Yu Hanfeng can recognize.
The actual situation is, of course, exactly what it is.
When Fucha Hengniulu Erzhen retreated with his men, Baiyintu, the third-class Tatar Viscount, finally showed a relaxed smile on his face.
The main reason is that he never thought that the defensive power of such a small fire pier in front of him could be so strong.
It was much stronger than he had expected before.
In the previous battle to fill the trench, their side actually suffered thirty-four casualties. Such a large number made even the third-class Viscount feel intensely distressed.
Who asked them to put all the adult men in the Eight Banners of the Tartars together, that is, there are only a few people.
After one dies, it will take at least ten years for a new warrior to grow up.
Fortunately, the trench that he considered to be the greatest threat had now been completely filled in; the next earthen wall, which was actually not very high, could easily be climbed up with some simple ladders.
Next, based on his experience in fighting Nikan over the years.
If these people relied on the defense of the fortress, they could still fight head-on with the Eight Banners warriors, that is, by firing guns, arrows, and throwing logs and stones.
But once you enter into a close-quarters fight, your morale will be shattered in a very short period of time.
In the following time, an Eight Banners warrior can chase and kill ten times or even more Nikans; easily defeat them and capture them.
However, before giving the order to attack again, he still asked his subordinate Fucha Hengniu Lu Ezhen lightly:
"In the previous battle to fill the trenches, you Niulu suffered a lot of casualties, and the warriors seemed exhausted. Can we continue to fight in the future?
If it doesn’t work, I’ll ask the other two cows to record it.”
"Yes! Master, the slaves can do it. As long as the slaves are given a stick of incense to repair, they will be able to attack it when the time comes. I will kill them with my own hands."
Fu Chaheng roared in his mouth, full of confidence.
Indeed, with more than 30 men under his command and more than 10% of the casualties, this Niu Lu was really worried, and now he was so distressed that he was trembling a little.
However, the thought of avenging the Niulu Warriors with his own hands made him persist.
Or perhaps, this Tatar thinks that the most difficult moment has passed, so in the next time, he can achieve a complete victory without killing a few people...
But what they didn't know was that on the Suifeng Pier opposite them, Hu Biao broke an arrow shaft that was inserted into the left shoulder of the armor.
As for the arrows that are slightly more fleshy, I have no intention of taking care of them at all.
The main reason was that he couldn't control it. The Tatar archers' accuracy was amazing, and they couldn't suppress their opponents, so in the last attack, he was hit by many arrows.
Fortunately, the armor on his body was very strong, and most of the arrows were bounced away. The remaining small ones that were inserted into the armor did not penetrate deeply into the flesh. They were just some flesh wounds.
Seeing the movements of the Tatars opposite, Hu Biao's head began to spin rapidly.
He knew that he had to make adjustments immediately.
But before that, he quickly took a bucket of well water and poured it on his head. Wearing several layers of armor to fight in this weather, he almost died from the heat.
Compared with the current heat all over my body, the danger of 'armour-removing wind' is no longer important.
