Leaving behind the broken tartars, they immediately dispersed, looking around for favorable terrain to block the pursuers. When they took off their armor, they rolled their clothes on the ground and covered them with mud. Subsequently, they began to look for places where they could lurk. They were very agile and quickly disappeared into the surrounding wilderness. If you don't pay special attention, you won't notice their presence at all.

"Chase!"

Yang Zhiyuan and others continued to catch up.

Soon, they were in the wilderness where the Tartar archers were lurking.

After the victory, they were obviously a little careless, and they didn't send anyone to search in front at all.

"Whoosh!"

Suddenly, an arrow flew into the air.

One of the fighters in front was caught off guard, was shot in the chest by an arrow, and fell to the ground on the spot, and the tiger gun in his hand was also thrown aside. He kicked the soles of his feet a few times with difficulty, holding the arrow shaft on his chest hard, trying to pull out the arrow shaft, but regrettably found that he had no strength. Then, with a tilt of his head, he stopped moving. Blood, flowing from his chest, stained his gray military uniform red.

"Whoosh!"

Almost at the same moment, another arrow flew in.

Another soldier was caught off guard and was shot dead on the spot. The people next to him wanted to rescue, but it was too late. The archery skills of the Tartars are too accurate and ruthless, and all the arrows shot are the vital points of the human body, and there is no possibility of saving them at all.

"Attention!"

"Tartar archers!"

Yang Zhiyuan hurriedly shouted, and at the same time quickly squatted down.

The other warriors hurriedly slowed down their pace and continued to shoot in all directions.

The field in front of it was uneven, and there were constantly ridges, dirt slopes, small pits, and the like, blocking the front of the guards soldiers. The archers of the Tartars hid behind. The fighters fired indiscriminately, apparently, without any effect, and were a pure waste of ammunition.

"Whoosh!"

Suddenly, another Tartar archer, coming out of somewhere else, raised his hand was an arrow. The arrow shot out, and his figure disappeared immediately. The soldiers of the convoy desperately shot in the direction of his arrows, but nothing came of it.

Looking back, the arrows flew in, and another warrior was shot, groaning and falling to the ground. The sharp, heavy arrow struck the warrior in the chest, and the arrow pierced deeply, leaving only half of the shaft outside. Obviously, there is no need for rescue again.

"So many tartars!"

"Watch for secrecy!"

Yang Zhiyuan shouted in a deep voice.

"Bang bang bang!"

Attacked by bows and arrows, the warriors of the convoy, of course, were not polite, and a series of mini catapults past. Whether there is anyone or not, shoot first. However, favorable terrain covered the archers of the Tartars. The roaring Minnie bullets only kicked up countless other dusts, but they didn't hit any targets. The constant drifting of white smoke and the beaten dirt on the field made it easier for the Tartar archers to conceal themselves.

No one knows where the Tartar archers are hiding. Looking around, it seems that all the terrain has not changed at all. For a while, everyone could only cover each other, squatting on the ground, and carefully observing the surroundings. This part of the field is actually not complicated, but due to the presence of Tartar archers, it is not easy for the convoy to pass through. Unless they are willing to pay more for casualties.

"!"

Yang Zhiyuan scolded fiercely.

The archery skills of the Tartars are still very deadly, and if you attack rashly, you will inevitably pay a big price. Obviously, at this time, it is not necessary to pay too much price. Before, with the Tartars desperately, one to one, everyone was very satisfied. But now, even if it's ten to one, everyone feels that there are heavy casualties. The life of the Tartar is becoming less and less valuable.

"Fourth Association, outflank from the left!"

"Third Association, outflank from the right!"

Yang Zhiyuan quickly assigned the task.

The warriors then bent on their waists and marched in a roundabout way, slowly surrounding the Tartars from all sides. Tartar archers can be effectively hidden in a certain direction, but they can't be effectively hidden in every direction! As long as you find the figure of the Tartar archer, you will have to beat all those guys into a wasp's nest.

"Tiger Head!"

"Let the snipers take care of it!"

"You go around from the other direction and keep chasing!"

Zhang Zhun's voice came.

He took Yang Weiguo and others and arrived on horseback from behind, just seeing this scene.

Coming from later generations, he naturally knew very well that in the face of sporadic Tartar archers, the large army would not have a good effect, and would only increase his own casualties. One-on-one is the best way. He had a dozen snipers with him, just in time to deal with these Tartar archers. Snipers against archers, needle points against Maimang, it is also suitable.

"Understood!"

Yang Zhiyuan agreed, and foolishly led the soldiers around this field and continued to advance.

"In a group of three, cover each other's advance!"

"The soldiers are divided into multiple routes, outflanked from different directions!"

Zhang Zhun said slowly.

At the sound of an order, Zhong Wuying, Dugu Lie, Ma Yi, Yang Weiguo and others dismounted one after another and approached the Tartar archers. They are all snipers, and Zhang Zhun has time to instruct them on how to lurk and how to snipe. Now, for them, it's a small test.

Zhang Zhun himself also fell off his horse, took a tiger bon, and looked around with fierce eyes. Well, today's Zhang Zhun is indeed a bit addicted to killing Tartars, although Zhang Lingyun has counted to thirty-four, Zhang Zhun still feels unfinished.

"Bang!"

Zhang Zhun suddenly raised his hand and shot it.

In front left, a Tartar archer fell in response.

The arrows in his hand were scattered on the ground before they could be shot.

When the Tartar shoots an arrow, he also needs to stand up. It's a move they have to do. This action will undoubtedly expose themselves. Zhang Zhun seized this opportunity to shoot and kill the other party first.

"Thirty-five!"

"It's still a white-armored soldier!"

Zhang Lingyun was not there, so Zhang Zhun had to calculate for himself.

"Bang!"

At this time, the gunfire of other snipers rang out as well.

"Kill one!"

Ma Yi's voice came.

It turned out that as soon as their group moved, a Tartar archer tried to sneak attack. Fortunately, Ma Yi's reaction was only slightly slower than Zhang Zhun's. As soon as the Tartar archers opened their bows, they fired first, killing them with one shot. The arrows of the Tartar archer, shot out weakly, stuck crookedly into the ground.

"I'll kill one too!"

Liu Jixiang's voice came.

His eyes were quite good, and he spotted the silhouette of a Tartar archer on the side first. The tartar probably only noticed his front, but forgot about his side and back. As a result, while he was waiting for his prey, someone was already quietly approaching behind him. As a result, Liu Jixiang raised his hand and shot the other party directly to the ground, motionless.

"Bang!"

Suddenly, there was another dull gunshot.

But it was Zhong Wuying who shot.

In front of him to the left, a Tartar archer, unwilling to fall on his back. In fact, he had a chance to shoot Zhong Wuying. As long as Zhong Wuying's movements are a little slower, the arrow in his hand can be shot. With his archery skills, as long as the arrow is successfully shot, it is not too difficult to hit the target, and the probability of getting rid of it is very low. However, Zhong Wuying was a little faster than him.

When the bullet hit the Tartar archer, the arrow in his hand had not yet been released. Therefore, after being shot, the Tartar archer leaned backwards and flew the arrow upwards with him, completely off target. The arrowhead shot towards the sky drew a long arc in the air, and then slowly landed, plunging directly into the mud.

Zhang Zhun held the tiger and the cat bent on his waist, and slowly searched and moved forward.

He picked up a stone in his left hand and threw it forward.

"Boom!"

The stone hit the ground with a soft thud.

Immediately on the right, a Tartar archer poked his head out.

"Bang!"

Zhang Zhun quickly turned the muzzle of the gun and pulled the trigger.

The Tartar archer snorted and fell straight to the ground.

However, at this moment, another Tartar archer appeared, bent his bow and arrows, and shot an arrow at Zhang Zhun. The arrows are powerful and powerful, and they are really amazingly powerful.

The tiger gun in his hand had no bullets and could not fight back, so Zhang Zhun had no choice but to lie on the ground.

"Whoosh!"

The arrows flew in the air and brushed Zhang Zhun's back.

"Bang!"

Almost at the same time, a gunshot rang out.

The Tartar archer suddenly wilted and fell to the ground.

Zhang Zhun squinted and found that it was Dugu Hunt who shot him.

"Well done!"

Zhang Zhun gave Dugu Hunt a thumbs up and quickly reloaded himself in preparation for another battle.

Soon, the Tiger Gun was reloaded.

Zhang Zhun threw a stone in front again.

"Boom!"

The stone hit the ground with a soft sound.

There was no movement.

Zhang Zhun had no choice but to bend his waist and slowly grope forward.

Beside him, it was Dugu Hunting.

Dugu Hunt's movements are similar to Zhang Zhun's, vigilant and agile.

"Bang!"

Suddenly, another gunshot rang out.

But it was Yang Weiguo who finally broke his fast and killed a target.

"Bang!"

I don't know whose gunshot it was, and another target was killed.

Zhang Zhun and Dugu hunted, squatting around the tiger and searching, but never found the target again. Instead, next to them, there was a constant sound of thumping gunshots. Every time a gun is fired, it basically means that a Tartar archer has been eliminated. Later, the gunfire died down for a long time, and no one could find the target.

According to the statistics of the results sent by various snipers, exactly twenty Tartar archers were killed. One is not more, one is not less. Zhang Zhun thinks that there should be so many Tartar archers. There should be no other Tartar archers in this field. So, Zhang Zhun ordered the search operation to end, and everyone turned over and continued to move forward.

(To be continued)