Chapter 671: Not a single Tartar ran away, all annihilated!

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"Han dog!"

The Tartars, who were attacked, only showed a little panic, and immediately bent their bows and arrows to launch a counterattack. It's a completely knee-jerk action that doesn't need to go through the brain at all.

Their arrows are capable of effectively controlling a range of about sixty meters around them. It was not easy for the attackers to cross the sixty-meter distance and rush in front of them. This is also the most basic reason why the Tartars insist on establishing a country on horseback and shooting. In their opinion, as long as they master this kung fu well, they will already be invincible in the face of the enemy.

The Mongols of that year also relied on such cavalry and archery to dominate the world. Always keep the enemy within range of their arrows, but never get them close to you. Those enemy cavalry, who were not good at mounted archery, neither heavy cavalry in full armor, nor Mamluk cavalry, with their morale perverted, were no match for the Mongol cavalry archers.

"Whoosh!"

An arrow whistled and flew head-on.

"Poof!"

A horse thief was hit by an arrow in the chest, and suddenly snorted, his legs weakened, and he fell on his back.

He happened to be at the position of the lower ridge by the river, and as a result, after being hit by the arrow, it was enough to roll down. The rain of blood brought by the arrows fell all over the ground.

"Whoosh!"

Several fierce arrows were fired in succession.

Near the ridge, several more horse thieves were shot, rolled straight down, and then stretched out their legs and would not move. The blood that seeped out of them made the downhill position of the ridge even more slippery and chaotic. Some of the horse thieves who rushed more hurriedly slipped under their feet and rolled down. Others thought he had been hit by an arrow, but he was lucky to get up again.

Thirty or forty Tartar cavalry archers, just lined up in a straight line on the river beach, and kept firing arrows at Liu Heizi and them, completely blocking the way for Liu Heizi and them to advance. For such an attack, the Tartars' counterattack can be said to be very skillful, and they can perfectly cooperate without any orders at all. For Liu Heizi, they even have a bit of a flirtatious mentality.

There are only more than 100 people, and they dare to rush up and fight hand-to-hand with the warriors of the Dajin Kingdom, and they don't take the warriors of the Dajin Kingdom seriously. We just suffered a little loss at the hands of the Tiger Army, how did we fall to the point that even ordinary horse thieves dared to do something to us? Damn the Tiger Army, it's a really big blow to our image. If it had been before, where would any horse thief dare to stretch out his hand to the warriors of the Dajin Army?

"Whoosh!"

The arrows of the Tartars whistled incessantly.

The horse thief who tried to rush down the dirt slope was constantly shot and fell to the ground.

In the blink of an eye, twenty or thirty corpses of horse thieves fell in the vicinity of the ridge. A large amount of blood stained the downhill mud and the nearby river beach. It is said that the beach of the Hutuo River is indeed too white, so white that there are bits and pieces of blood on it, and you can see it hundreds of meters away.

The arrows of the Tartar can only be described in four words, that is, fast and ruthless. Zhang Zhun once calculated that under the condition of abundant strength, an ordinary Tartar archer would only need about thirty seconds to shoot the first five arrows. In other words, it is faster than the rate of fire of the Tiger Gun. Of course, such a high frequency of arrows is still rare. After the rapid decline in physical fitness, the speed of archery will also be greatly reduced.

"Quack!"

The Tartar cavalry was shouting loudly while releasing arrows, and Zhang Zhun could even clearly hear their sarcasm, probably satirizing Liu Heizi's stupidity, and it was not like this to commit suicide.

In such an open field, trying to rush up and fight the Tartars hand-to-hand is indeed stupid in the eyes of the Tartars. How could the Tartars, who started with riding and archery, give them a chance to get closer? The dry riverbed, with no place to hide, was exposed to the arrows of the Tartars, and there was only a dead end.

The Tartars in the back heard the movement and also leaned forward one after another. When Liu Heizi first launched the attack, they thought that there would be enemies in other directions, so they were very vigilant. But after a few moments, they judged that the enemy was only coming from the front. So, they were relieved to go to the front for reinforcements.

"It's over!"

Liu Heizi's mind suddenly went blank.

The Tartars' bows and arrows, so powerful, completely blocked the path of their impact. If they continue to rush forward, there is only one possibility, and that is to be killed by the arrows of the Tartars. However, his people were already in the riverbed, and if they wanted to retreat, it was too late. Retreating at this time, you will definitely be chased by the Tartar tail, and it is impossible to have a chance to run away.

At this time, Liu Heizi regretted it a little. He regretted that he didn't discuss it with Zhang Zhun properly, thinking that with his own strength, he would be able to deal with these tartars. In fact, these damn Tartars are really hard to deal with! Even with the advantage of the ferry, he still couldn't help the other party. Neither he nor his horse thief were good at firing arrows. With their current distance from the Tartars, they couldn't hurt a single hair of the Tartars.

For a while, Liu Heizi was a little heartbroken. With the favorable terrain, he couldn't rescue his daughter-in-law, and I was afraid that even he would have to take it in. He is unwilling, really unwilling. He thinks that his courage will definitely not be less than that of the Tartars, why should the Tartars be bullied by the Tartars if they are so powerful?

"Whoosh!"

Several successive sounds of arrows breaking through the air were heard.

On Liu Heizi's side, several more horse thieves fell at the same time, and the splashes of blood stained the dry river beach red. There was also blood splattered on Liu Heizi's body, hot and sticky. Blood beads rolled down from his brow and penetrated into Liu Heizi's eyes, and as a result, everything in front of Liu Heizi turned red.

At this time, more Tartar cavalry, reinforced from behind. They spread out the crescent moon and kept firing arrows at Liu Heizi and them. This is an important way for Tartar horse archers to bully their enemies, just like hunting. Targets within the range of their arrows cannot escape their arrows. More than a hundred Tartars, at least more than half of them have reached the front. The rearmost Tartar is also about eighty meters away from the river bank to the south.

"Fire!"

Zhang Zhun saw the opportunity and decisively pulled the trigger.

"Bang!"

A gunshot rang out, and a Mini bullet whizzed away.

"Poof!"

On the body of a Tartar cavalryman opposite, a brilliant blood flower suddenly erupted. His body, under the impact of Minnie's huge inertia, involuntarily fell backwards. The arrow in his hand was about to strike, but as a result, he was swept backwards by his body and flew out into the air.

"Poof!"

The body of this Tartar cavalryman fell heavily into the water, splashing a large amount of dark red water. Because death came so suddenly, the war horse under his crotch, as well as the Tartar companions beside him, did not react in the slightest. It wasn't until the splash of water hit the face of the Tartar next to them, stimulated by the cold splash, that they felt something was wrong.

"Bang!"

The shots of other snipers also rang out.

Twenty-five snipers, shooting together, exactly locked on twenty or so Tartars. The distance between the sniper and the target is no more than 110 meters. At such a distance, there is absolutely no miss and 100 shots.

"Poof!"

Sure enough, with the sound of gunfire, the Tartars in the front row were shot one after another, and bright red blood flowers continued to erupt. Most snipers choose a headshot for the first shot. The purpose of this is to ensure that the enemy is effectively killed. At such a distance, the headshot is still 100% sure.

The Tartar who was shot couldn't help but shake and tremble, and then he rolled over in unison, some fell backwards, some fell forward, and some were directly paralyzed on the horse's back, motionless. The tartar who was hit in the head died instantly, and the next action was completely out of inertia. The bows and arrows in their hands also crackled and fell into the river with the death of their masters.

"Poof!"

The corpse of the Tartar continued to fall into the water, splashing a messy dark red splash. After some tartars fall, their feet are still buckled in the stirrups, and the posture is very strange. There are also tartars, the corpses overlapping each other. The nearby river was rippling constantly, turning from a faint dark red to a bright red color.

The arrow that was about to be shot was released weakly, drawing a crooked arc in mid-air, and then fell to the ground. The arrowhead that had not yet made a move simply fell and dived directly into the water. Other debris, floating in the river, were then pushed by the river and drifted downstream.

Hit from the front by a Mini bullet, that's the worst thing. The leather clothing, leather armor, and thin armor on the bodies of these Tartars could not stop the lethality of Mini bullets at all. Tartars are also flesh and blood, and after being hit by the vital point, there is basically no chance of survival.

Liu Heizi and the others suddenly felt loose, and the arrows of the Tartar suddenly disappeared without a trace. Hearing the sound of the firecracker, they instantly understood that at this critical juncture, it was the Tiger Ben Army that saved them. If the Tiger Army didn't shoot, they would all die on this white sand.

"Bang!"

Before the Tartars could react, the second round of gunfire came again.

After firing the first shot, Zhang Zhun threw the empty Tiger Ben Gun to the left, and then took another Tiger Ben Gun handed from the right and followed the gun to shoot. With them skilled, the transition time in the middle is only three seconds at most.

"Poof!"

With the not-so-fierce gunfire, more Tartars fell from their horses.

Actually, the goal of the Tartars is really obvious. The empty riverbed, without any obstacles, without any factors that prevent the shooting. You don't even have to think about the wind. The distance at which the sniper shoots is between eighty and one hundred and twenty meters. With such a short distance, for a seasoned sniper, there is no possibility of missing at all.

What is even more rare is that the tartar is on horseback. Before the Tartars could react, their bodies were a full length above the hostages. Shooting at such a target has the huge advantage of not worrying about hurting the hostages. Even if there was a 1 in 10,000 chance that the Minnie bullet would miss, the Minnie bullet would pass over the hostage's head and fly to the other side of the river.

The sniper fired two rounds and killed at least forty Tartars. Some of Mini's bullets were repeated and didn't exert their power. The fallen Tartar greatly hindered the actions of his companions and shocked them on the spot. For a while, the remaining Tartar cavalry did not make any further movements.

There were even Tartar horse archers who clearly held bows and arrows in their hands, but they did not fire. When the sound of the tiger bell sounded, they subconsciously felt that this voice was very familiar, followed by countless nightmares, and instantly and quickly poured into their minds. For the sound of the Tiger Ben shooting, no Tartar is not familiar. Because, that is their deepest nightmare. Since they crossed the Great Wall in the south, this voice is the last thing they want to hear.

This squad of Tartar cavalry archers is indeed a complete bull record. They participated in the assault on Dongjiabao. As a result, under the strong counterattack of the Tiger Army, they lost a full half of their manpower. This was a heavy loss that the Daikin Army had never suffered. It is impossible for every Dajin army to forget everything about Dongjiabao. In other words, it is impossible to forget everything about the Tiger Army. Especially, the gunfire of this damn tiger gun.

"Tiger Army!"

Some of the Tartars roared in a hurry and rage, and there was a hint of panic in their voices.

After all, they were not stupid, and immediately judged that they had been ambushed, and they had also been ambushed by the Tiger Army. If they were ambushed by someone else, they wouldn't panic at all. With their strength of more than 100 people, even if they were ambushed by thousands of Ming troops, they were sure that they would get out safely. However, when encountering the Tiger Army, it has to be said.

They couldn't understand why the Tiger Ben Army dared to appear so far away from Dongjiabao, and it was still infantry! And dressed up as a horse thief! The Tiger Benjun is really shameless! Obviously, the Tartars regarded Liu Heizi and others as part of the Tiger Ben Army. Purely in terms of courage, Liu Heizi's horse thief is indeed relatively brave.

Because the Tartar archers were all in the riverbed, there was a certain height difference between them and the land on the shore, and even if they were sitting on horseback, they could not accurately observe the movement on the north bank. They couldn't even see where they were. They couldn't tell how many people had come. This put great psychological pressure on the Tartars. If the Tiger Army is numerous, they will all be destroyed.

"Up!"

"them!"

Liu Heizi took the opportunity to yell.

The other horse thieves were greatly relieved, and then their self-confidence increased significantly. They mustered up their courage and rushed towards the tartars. As soon as the Tiger Ben army struck, they knocked down dozens of Tartars, which gave them great courage. With the help of such a powerful Tiger Army, what are they worried about?

The Tartar cavalry in the back, hearing the sound of gunfire, immediately felt that something was wrong. For the sound of the tiger's gun, no matter how idiotic the tartar, you can judge it. This sound, even when waking up in the middle of the night, they can hallucinate. Apparently, they had been ambushed by the Tiger Army. Although their hearts were a little flustered, they had no choice but to rush up.

They can't retreat. If in such a field battle, they were actually beaten by the Tiger Ben Army and lost their armor, they would also be held accountable when they returned. Nothing else, it's too humiliating. The Tiger Army did not even have cavalry. The warriors of the Dajin Kingdom are all cavalry. The warriors of the Dajin Kingdom, in the face of the infantry of the Tiger Ben Army, if they are also beaten to the ground, they don't need to ask for guilt, they themselves can't accept it. The dignity of the Dajin Kingdom and the dignity of the warriors of the Dajin Kingdom are not something that the Tiger Ben Army can easily spoil it.

Besides, since the defeat of Dongjiabao, the Tartars have been frantically trying to find the loopholes of the Tiger Army, to give the Tiger Army a heavy blow, and to avenge the revenge. It's just that they don't have such an opportunity. The Tiger Ben Army hid in Dongjiabao and refused to come out at all. Now, the Tiger Ben Army suddenly appeared near Xian County, so far away from Dongjiabao, if they didn't seize the opportunity to teach the Tiger Ben Army a little blood lesson, how could they stand this breath?

"Kill them!"

A white-armored soldier with a tartar shouted fiercely.

"Rush!"

The Tartar cavalry plucked up their courage and together urged their horses to approach the north bank.

Their arrows could shoot Liu Heizi and the others, but they couldn't reach them. They judged that the musketeers of the Tiger Army must have been the warriors who were hiding in the grass on the shore and attacking the Dajin Army. For such rats, the warriors of the Dajin Army have always despised them. However, despise is contempt, and if they want to eliminate these rats, they still have to shorten the distance.

"You fools!"

"It's hard to die when you're dying!"

Wang Laohu saw it behind him and couldn't help sneering.

Even if there are less than a hundred people, they will attack the Tiger Army, isn't this looking for death?

The huge combat effectiveness of the snipers of the Tiger Army, not to mention the surprise of the Tartar horse archers, even Wang Laohu was shocked just now. Well, that's amazing. The gunfire was not very dense, but the Tartars fell in a row, and they felt like noodle people, and they had no ability to fight back at all. It's so clean, so neat, so crisp.

"Bang!"

"Poof!"

Sure enough, the gunfire of the Tiger Ben Army rang out again, and a row of Mini bounced past, and more than twenty Tartars fell directly into the river, splashing with bursts of dark red water.

The war horses of the Tartars, moving in the water, always have to be a little slower. This gave the Tiger Army a chance to go berserk. For Zhang Zhun and others, there is no need for time to reload ammunition at all, and they can shoot almost every three seconds. Such a rate of fire, absolutely amazing, almost uninterrupted feeling.

In the riverbed, in three seconds, the Tartar advanced at most ten or so meters. Moreover, the Tartar in front was killed, and the Tartar in the back had to bypass the corpse of his companion in front of him before he would make a detour to advance. This can take a lot of time. Moreover, it is highly likely that they were hit by the speeding Minnie bullet when they made a detour. This means that the impact of the Tartar is destined to only linger in place, and it cannot effectively rush over at all.

"Bang!"

Mini in the fourth round bounced past.

Tartars fell another twenty or sozen.

At this point, the tartars can no longer hold on. The Tiger Ben Army has caused too many casualties to the Tartars, and some of the Tartars are already a little unbearable. Several of the Tartar cavalrymen couldn't help but tighten the reins and tried to turn their horses away.

In the past, the Tartars were all fearless of death, and once they entered the battlefield, they all seemed to be beaten with chicken blood, and they only knew how to rush forward and not retreat. In fact, there are some wise Tartars who understand the truth, which is called putting death and being reborn. On the battlefield, the more you are afraid of death, the faster you will die. The less afraid you are of dying, the more likely you are to survive.

However, in front of the Tiger Army, their experience has seriously deviated. In front of the Tiger Ben Army, there is only one result of not being afraid of death, and that is to really die. Mini's favorite thing is that he doesn't know how to cover himself, and he doesn't know how to hide his stupid big guy. Even if you are an eight-foot-tall man, a small Mini can bounce over your chest into a pot of porridge.

"Bang!"

The fifth round of gunfire rang out.

"Poof!"

Twenty or so more Tartar cavalrymen fell into the water one after another.

Turn around at this time and make a joke. Giving up your back to the snipers of the Tiger Army, isn't this intentional suicide? Tartar was also dizzy and chose to turn around at this time. The horses turned around in the river, but they were slower than on land. It took it time to turn around, enough time for the Tiger Army to fire two shots.

Five rounds of shooting, in fact, is more than ten seconds. In such a short time, the Tartar cavalry had fallen by more than a hundred people, and the remaining thirty or forty people were also in chaos. Whether to move on or to retreat immediately. This is a serious problem. Keep going, you might get shot. If you retreat, you may not only be shot, but also lose the face of the Dajin Army.

"Go!"

"Cut these ***!"

Liu Heizi is energetic.

He understood that the Tiger Army was helping them.

It would be a shame not to seize such a great opportunity.

He rushed to a fallen tartar and was about to mend the sword, only to find that it was no longer necessary. The tartar who had been hit was too dead to die. The head has been burst into flowers, like a rotten watermelon, still alive? Then he found a second Tartar and tried to mend the knife, but it turned out that this Tartar was also too dead to die.

Liu Heizi was stunned, and at the same time he felt that the Tiger Benjun was too powerful, he was a little afraid. If Zhang Zhun gave him a shot in the back, he would be completely finished. Thinking of his impatience and disrespect for Zhang Zhun just now, he felt a little palpitating. Fortunately, Zhang Zhun doesn't seem to be such a stingy person, otherwise, he wouldn't have helped him.

"This Liu Heizi!"

"What do you want to do if you don't rescue the hostages?"

Zhang Zhun saw Liu Heizi's movements in the back, and frowned involuntarily.

At this time, the most important thing Liu Heizi should do is to let the hostages run forward quickly, or ask them to lie down. Instead of checking whether the Tartars have died completely. Due to the gunshots, even if Zhang Zhun yelled, the hostages would not hear it. At this time, only Liu Heizi's roar could be heard by the hostages.

Actually, Zhang Zhun misunderstood.

Liu Heizi is actually worried that some Tartars will slip through the net and cause harm to the hostages. Liu Heizi's judgment and understanding of firearms are all on firearms such as flying birds, thunderbolts, and three-eyed guns. This kind of firearm, at such a distance, is not guaranteed to be able to kill the Tartars. If the Tartar dies and loses his mind and kills the hostages, his daughter-in-law will be in danger. Such things are not unprecedented.

In fact, the Tartar, who was hit by a sniper, had no chance of surviving at all. At a distance of 100 meters, the best snipers of the Tiger Army, if they all broke out, it would be a joke. This battle is the most elite handful of the Tiger Ben Army, against an ordinary handful of Tartars, the gap between the two sides, even if it is described as the Hutuo River.

"Bang!"

The sixth round of gunfire rang out.

A dozen more tartars fell crookedly.

The originally dense tartars are now even more sparse, and there is only one at a great distance. Their movements are also different. Some tried to escape, while others tried to slaughter the hostages. However, this is the same for the snipers of the Tiger Army, as long as the target is within range and the density is not very important.

"Want to run?"

"It's late!"

Wang Laohu and the others shouted excitedly.

The Tartar cavalry, which turned the fastest, was still more than ten zhang away from the river bank on the south side of the Hutuo River. Who told them to rush up just now, and now it's too late to go back. War horses have to wade across the river, but they can't gallop. He believed that Zhang Zhun would not let them go.

Sure enough, a Tartar raised his scimitar and was about to kill the female hostage next to him. As a result, his scimitar was raised, and a Mini bounced at it, directly blasting a bloody flower out of his head. And so, his body, along with the scimitar in his hand, fell headlong in front of the hostage. And the female hostage, as if she had been numb with fright, did not react at all.

"Bang!"

The gunfire continued.

"Poof!"

Every shot was followed by the sound of a tartar falling into the water.

In such a situation, it would be unforgivable for Zhang Zhun to let a Tartar escape. He held a tiger and a hammer, and fired closely at the battlefield, as long as he found a target, he could give the opponent a shot. It's a pity that the goal is gone.

The last Tartar cavalryman, staggering, as if drunk, wanted to fall, but did not fall, as if he was not willing to fall. Liu Mang and the others got impatient and gave him a few shots. So he fell heavily into the river.

At this point, the battle ended.

Not a single Tartar ran away, all annihilated!

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