"Is the firewood ready?"

Zhang Zhun turned his head and asked Yang Zixuan.

"It's all set."

Yang Zixuan replied in the affirmative.

Zhang Zhun nodded and looked up at the sky.

In these days, there are no watches, and there is no hourglass on Tianheng Island, so you can only determine the time by looking at the sky. The sun is right in the middle of the sky. The sun was shining, the sea breeze was gentle, the visibility was good, and it was a good weather for the battle.

"Let's go!"

Zhang Zhun waved his hand decisively.

The warriors of the Second Association immediately rushed towards the Old Immortal Cave like little tigers.

Snipers, as well as other fighters, are covering in the back.

Wang Xiaoniu really got his wish and rushed to the front of the team. After three steps and two steps, he climbed the slope outside the old fairy cave. This slope has a very complicated topography, and the surface is full of uneven stones, and when you step on it, the soles of your feet hurt to death. Of course, at this time, Wang Xiaoniu's concern is not the problem of the soles of the feet at all. All he was concerned about was how to cross the slope as quickly as possible.

"Whoosh!"

Dozens of arrows shot out into the sky.

After flying to the highest point, these arrows slowly turned and fell diagonally, and the arrows fell downwards and fell chaotically in the shock formation of the escort. There were fighters with convoys who fell. The arrows that fell from the air stabbed them in the body, forcing them to fall. However, more of the Guardian fighters bypassed their fallen companions and climbed up quickly.

On Wang Xiaoniu's side, someone also fell. It was a comrade-in-arms he was very familiar with, a veteran from Fushan City. The arrowhead of the Tartar plunged from his shoulder, and his body lost his balance, and he fell down the slope, and the tiger was also freed. However, Wang Xiaoniu did not have time or possibility to help his comrade-in-arms. He had to keep going up, grabbing the stone as fast as he could. Only in this way can the Tartar archers be prevented from firing more arrows.

"Whoosh!"

Suddenly, a Tartar archer, poking his head out from behind the stones, bent his bow and arrows, aimed at the guards on the slope. His movements were quite agile, and the arrows instantly came out of his hand, whistling down.

"Poof!"

A dull voice came.

One of the convoy fighters, who was accurately shot in the chest by an arrow, snorted, and fell on the spot. Blood, suddenly stained the rugged limestone. The Tiger Hammer, which had lost its owner, also fell to the ground and slid down the slope until it was picked up by another warrior.

This arrow was almost grazing Wang Xiaoniu's side. Wang Xiaoniu heard a voice from behind. It was the sound of an arrow hitting a human body. Obviously, a comrade-in-arms was shot. But, in the same way, it is impossible for Wang Xiaoniu to turn back and shoot. Even, Wang Xiaoniu didn't even have time to be nervous.

Because, in his tiger gun, there is only one bullet. In such an impact, it is simply impossible to pause and reload. If he stops, the arrows of the Tartars, maybe he will be the next target. So, he wants to leave the bullet at the most critical moment. Grabbing the stone above is Wang Xiaoniu's only task.

"Bang bang bang!"

Gunshots rang out like popping beans.

The archery tartar was hit by the dense minnie, and a series of blood splatters burst out on the spot, and fell behind the rock. The bow and arrow he used also bounced all the way from above, and finally broke in two, and was completely trampled into the grass by the guards who came up from behind.

Suddenly, another Tartar archer appeared behind the rock, bending his bow and arrows. This time, he aimed at Wang Xiaoniu, who was rushing to the front. However, Wang Xiaoniu did not see it. This tartar appeared on the side of Wang Xiaoniu, and Wang Xiaoniu's line of sight was only the front.

"Whoosh!"

Arrows whizzed out.

"Poof!"

Another convoy soldier was shot and fell limply.

Fortunately, this fallen warrior was not Wang Xiaoniu. It turned out that at the moment when the Tartar's arrow was shot, Wang Xiaoniu was tripped and fell. There are too many uneven places on the slope. Wang Xiaoniu only cared about the enemy in front of him, but forgot the soles of his feet. As a result, there was a protruding stone that hooked Wang Xiaoniu's right foot, and Wang Xiaoniu popped and lay on the slope. At this time, the arrows of the Tartar just grazed his scalp.

"Bang!"

Almost at the same moment, this Tartar archer was also shot by a sniper.

His head, lying on the back of the stone, would never move again.

"Bang bang bang!"

Some of the guards fighters, fearing that he was still alive, continued to shoot the Tartar in the head. As a result, the head of this Tartar was smashed alive and never disappeared again. Only the muddy red and white liquid that drips from the stone slowly seeps into the dry limestone dust.

Of course, Wang Xiaoniu, who fell, didn't realize at all that he had come back in a circle outside the ghost gate. When he fell to the ground, all he could think about was how to get up as quickly as possible. Strange to say, the more anxious he was to get up, the more he couldn't exert himself. His face flushed, and he was still lying on the ground. Fortunately, all of a sudden, someone lifted him up and helped him get up.

With the help of his comrades-in-arms, Wang Xiaoniu got up smoothly, and was about to say thank you, when he suddenly realized that something was wrong. It turned out that the comrade-in-arms who lifted him up was shot in the chest by a Tartar's arrow, and his body couldn't help but fall backwards. The thick and long arrow blade completely pierced the body of this comrade-in-arms, and the thick arrows dripping blood penetrated through the back of the comrade-in-arms, which was very hideous.

"Maverick...... On ......"

At the last moment of his life, this comrade-in-arms showed Wang Xiaoniu one last smile.

At the same time, he let go of the hand that was holding Wang Xiaoniu. Otherwise, he would have fallen with Wang Xiaoniu.

"Hmm!"

Wang Xiaoniu nodded heavily, grabbed the tiger hammer, and continued to climb up.

"Poof!"

The sound of a comrade falling to the ground was heard from behind.

However, Wang Xiaoniu did not look back, he did not want to see his comrades fall to the ground. He didn't want to admit that his comrades-in-arms had been sacrificed. Now he only wanted to rush to the top and stab all the Tartar archers hiding behind the stones with bayonets. Although Wang Xiaoniu only has one bullet and can only shoot one Tartar, he still has a bayonet!

"Poof!"

Another comrade-in-arms fell beside Wang Xiaoniu.

Wang Xiaoniu continued to climb up.

"Poof!"

Behind him there was the sound of someone falling.

Wang Xiaoniu continued to climb up.

"Whoosh!"

An arrow grazed Wang Xiaoniu's ear.

Wang Xiaoniu didn't seem to feel it, and continued to climb up.

As long as you are alive, you must climb up as fast as you can!

…… Zhang Zhun held a clairvoyant mirror and observed the battlefield coldly.

The battle situation was not much different from what he expected, and the resistance of the Tartars was really very large. The archery of the Tartars is indeed superb. In addition to the projectile, as long as the Tartar archers show their heads, as long as the Tartars' arrows can shoot, what will follow is inevitably the fall of a convoy warrior. In an extremely short time, at least fifteen convoy fighters had already fallen on the slope. Judging from the part where the Tartar arrow hit, there is basically no chance of survival.

Of course, these Tartars who dared to shoot arrows were shot indiscriminately after they quickly shot their arrows, and there was no chance of survival. The current casualties are basically one life for another: the Tartar shoots and kills a convoy fighter, and then he himself is killed. However, the number of Tartars, after continuous attrition, is very small, even if they are all white-armored soldiers, they will prevent the fate of their own demise.

Sure enough, the guards managed to rush to the top of the stone. The Tartars, who had no way out, had no choice but to jump out from behind the rocks and engage in hand-to-hand combat with the soldiers of the convoy. The first to rush up was Wang Xiaoniu, who was burying his head in climbing. As soon as he stood on top of the stone, the tartar behind the stone pounced on him with a scimitar.

"Bang!"

Wang Xiaoniu shot without hesitation.

"Poof!"

The bullet hit the Tartar in the chest accurately.

The shot at such close range made the Tartar's chest, as if it had exploded, all covered in blood. In fact, the moment the bullet hits, the life of this Tartar is over. However, due to the habitual surname of his body, he still turned upside down towards Wang Xiaoniu.

"Whew!"

After all, Wang Xiaoniu was fighting for the first time, and he didn't have much experience, so he thought that this Tartar had not been killed. Without thinking too much, Wang Xiaoniu went up with a bayonet and plunged it into the chest of this tartar. At the same time, to keep up is to kick the other person over. At this moment, the hatred of his father being killed by the Tartar surged into Wang Xiaoniu's mind, and he felt that he was full of strength.

"Smack!"

The body of the tartar was kicked backwards by Wang Xiaoniu, and he fell heavily on the rock behind him. The scimitar in his hand also fell to the side.

"Whew!"

Wang Xiaoniu gasped and felt a sense of collapse.

Killing a Tartar is enough.

"Wow!"

Suddenly, Wang Xiaoniu sensed a threat from behind. He hurriedly turned around. A tartar was wielding a scimitar and lunging at him. Wang Xiaoniu raised the tiger and stabbed directly at the other party.

"Ding!"

The bayonet of the tiger and the opponent's scimitar collided together.

Obviously, the bayonet was no match for the scimitar and was quickly knocked crooked.

Wang Xiaoniu held the tiger tightly, took two steps back, and continued to stab at the other party.

The Tartar had a hideous face, brandished a scimitar, and slashed at Wang Xiaoniu desperately.

"Bang!"

Suddenly, a gunshot rang out.

The tartar opposite Wang Xiaoniu fell softly. The scimitar he raised high in the air couldn't help but fall from his hand. Wang Xiaoniu squinted, but it was a guard soldier next to him who had shot. Wang Xiaoniu was slightly stunned, and hurriedly took back the tiger gun and reloaded the bullet.

After Wang Xiaoniu loaded the bullets, he threw himself into the battle again. As more and more convoy fighters rushed forward, the Tartars, hiding behind the rocks, were no match for the convoy at all. Wang Xiaoniu was wearing a loaded tiger gun, but he couldn't find the target to shoot.

"Bang!"

Suddenly, Wang Xiaoniu noticed that not far to his right, there was a Tartar, wielding a scimitar, forcing a guard soldier into a corner, and he was in danger. The bayonet of the tiger is not as good as the scimitar of the tartar after all. Wang Xiaoniu raised his gun to aim and decisively pulled the trigger. A gunshot rang out, and the Tartar's body shook all over, followed by a weakness of his legs, and he fell to his knees on the ground.

The guards on the other side of the Tartar breathed a sigh of relief, followed by a bayonet, and stabbed the Tartar to the ground. He did not thank Wang Xiaoniu. Because, he didn't see Wang Maverick shoot at all. Out of danger, the first thing he did was to reload. As long as there are bullets in the Tiger Ben, they are not afraid of the Tartars approaching, and they can also help other comrades at any time.

"Bang bang bang!"

To the left of Wang Xiaoniu, dense gunshots rang out.

The battle over there was even more intense. Under the attack of the convoy, the Tartars behind the stones, one after another, fell. The Tiger Gun used by the Escort Warriors is, after all, a powerful firearm, and as long as it is hit, the Tartar will be completely incapacitated, even if it does not die.

However, there were also surviving Tartars, wielding scimitars, and melee with the guards around them. The long-range shooting suddenly turned into a close-range hand-to-hand combat. The bayonet of the tiger hammer kept colliding with the scimitar and made a clanging sound. Among them, mixed with gunshots, the entire vicinity of the Old Immortal Cave was chaotic.

"Bang!"

Wang Xiaoniu also threw himself into the battlefield on the left.

A gunshot rang out, and a Tartar with a waist knife fell to the ground.

Wang Xiaoniu is now well-behaved, and he specializes in hiding next to him and shooting cold shots. The place where the two sides fought was actually not big, and the farthest enemy was only a dozen zhang away from Wang Xiaoniu. At such a distance, even if Wang Xiaoniu is a novice, the hit rate is quite high. As a result, those fierce Tartars are often knocked down by sudden bullets before they can figure out what is going on.

However, the number of Tartars on the battlefield did not decrease immediately, because there were constantly Tartars rushing out of the old immortal cave and joining the chaotic war group. Even if Wang Xiaoniu kept shooting, there were still a lot of Tartars who came out of the old fairy cave and joined the battlefield. Fortunately, there are also constant guards who rush up from behind to increase the vitality of the front.

Zhang Zhun and the snipers beside him never stopped shooting. Their main task is to seal off the entrance of the Old Immortal Cave and prevent the Tartars inside from coming out for reinforcements. At the same time, the Third Association led by Yang Zixuan, as well as two sailor detachments, were also put into the battlefield. Zhang Zhun wants to use absolute superiority of troops and absolute superiority of firepower to crush all the Tartars.

"Bang!"

As soon as a Tartar came out of the Old Immortal Cave, he was shot head-on by Zhang Zhun and rolled on the ground. The range of his movements was so great that he kept rolling on the ground, all the way from the door of the old fairy cave to the bottom of the slope that he had rolled down.

"Bang bang bang!"

The Tartars in the back were also blocked in the cave by Dugu Hunt and others.

At this time, Yang Zixuan led the soldiers of the Third Association to rush forward. They concentrated their fire and firmly controlled the entrance to the cave. The Tartars inside, as long as they rush out, will be knocked down immediately. As a result, after a while, near the entrance of the old immortal cave, more than thirty corpses of Tartars were stacked. In addition, there are some servant armies such as Ertar and Han Jian. Anyway, no matter who it is, as long as they run out of it, they will all be killed.

Finally, the Tartars around the Old Immortal Cave were cleared.

In a series of battles, there were at least eight or more Tartars killed by Zhang Zhun. Wang Xiaoniu also killed at least five Tartars. Participating in the actual battle for the first time, Wang Xiaoniu was quite satisfied with his performance. Of course, he was the luckiest member of the convoy.

Zhang Zhun came to the entrance of the old immortal cave, turned around and looked around, and found that the entire battlefield was really a mess. Near the entrance of the old fairy cave, there are all traces of bullet holes. Because there were too many corpses of the Tartars, they were stacked on top of each other, and they couldn't even see the situation inside the Old Immortal Cave.

Compared with the luck of his subordinate Wang Xiaoniu, team leader Zhang Yatie did not have such good luck. His thigh, with an arrow from a Tartar, pierced the front to the back. After Zhang Zhun checked his wounds, he found that there was no major problem, so he was relieved to let people carry him down.

Yang Zixuan roughly counted the results of the battle, and just around the Old Immortal Cave, he killed at least seventy Tartars. Twenty-three soldiers of the escort team were also killed, of which two gang commanders and one captain were unfortunately killed in battle. The arrows of the Tartar are still too ruthless, and if they are shot head-on, there is basically no chance of survival.

Zhang Zhun counted the number of Tartars and found that most of the Tartars had been killed. At this moment, there will definitely be no more than fifty Tartars left in the Old Immortal Cave. However, inside the Old Immortal Cave, it is quiet, and no one is familiar with the terrain inside, and if you break into it rashly, you may have to pay relatively large casualties.

"Bang bang bang!"

The soldiers of the Third Association, after moving the Tartar corpses at the entrance of the cave, lined up to face the old fairy cave, and the ping-pong was a messy shot. As a result, there was no reaction inside. Inside the Old Immortal Cave, the terrain is very complicated, and the bullets fired from the outside can't hit the people inside at all.

"Let's light the fire!"

Zhang Zhun said in a deep voice.

Yang Zixuan immediately took the soldiers under his command, brought firewood from below, and piled it at the entrance of the cave, which was full, filling the entire cave entrance. The firewood was quickly lit, and with raw branches and leaves on top, a large amount of smoke came out. More than a dozen warriors took the makeshift big sunflower fan and fanned it against the fire, so the smoke went to the old fairy cave.

After a while, there was a coughing sound inside. Finding that the smoke was effective, the warriors who fanned the fans became more and more energetic. A lot of smoke kept going inside. The smoke is really strong. Even the warriors who were standing downwind near the entrance of the cave were choked by the thick smoke, and they had to hurriedly dodge, let alone the people in the old immortal cave.

(To be continued)