The Tartar archery skills are amazing, and there are few people under Wang Teng's command other than Huang Degong who are his opponents.

In this confrontation, the Ming army lost two people, but taking this opportunity, Huang Degong shot another arrow,

It's a pity that the Tartars have been on guard for a long time, and Huang Degong has failed.

Just when the Jurchen sergeant was faintly proud, the fire gun in Wang Teng's hand also sounded.

"Bang", the quality of the firearm made by Blacksmith Zhang himself is excellent, and after replacing it with the fixed gunpowder, the power has also increased by several percent.

Seventy paces is within the range of the firebolt.

The incident happened suddenly, and the Tartars didn't have time to dodge at all.

"Smack", the buckshot hit the Tartar's chest, and the huge force of the impact rushed him out of the distance,

However, the Tartar was dressed in cotton armor and had two pieces of iron placed on his chest, and this blow failed to completely kill the enemy.

The relieved Tartar was just about to fight back when several other firebolts rang out.

"Bang bang bang", seven muskets rang out at the same time, which was undoubtedly a devastating blow for the Tartars.

The two Tartars were shot several times and fell to the ground, never to get up again, their cotton armor had several holes in it, and blood was bleeding all over the ground.

"Whoosh", the two Tartars who were lucky enough to survive were so hated that they hurriedly shot another arrow.

"Poof", Wang Teng was hit in the chest, if he wasn't wearing thickened cotton armor, this arrow would have killed him.

"Your Excellency!"

Huang Degong was frightened, Wang Teng was the soul of Guangling Xiangyong, if he died, Xiangyong was afraid that he would not be able to support it for long.

Wang Teng himself was scared half to death, this feeling of facing death was really bad, fortunately, he didn't feel pain, it seemed that there was no big problem, he pulled out the arrow, and laughed for the rest of his life: "It's okay, the arrow is blocked."

The villagers let out a long breath, for everyone, if Wang Teng died, it would be meaningless to kill more Tartars.

The Tartar must be killed as soon as possible, Huang Degong concentrated, he dodged the incoming arrow, and deflected an arrow as fast as he could.

This time, the Tartar couldn't avoid it.

In the blink of an eye, only the last one of the five Tartars remained, Wang Teng did not spare his hand, the fire bell sounded, and the Tartar also fell.

And that's the end of it?

The herald from Ulzhou was completely stunned, he didn't expect Wang Teng and his party to be so capable.

Killing a Tartar is as simple as chopping vegetables and melons, even if the Ming border army is just like that, right?

The loss of two and the beheading of five are a big victory in anyone's opinion.

It's a pity that Wang Teng doesn't see it that way, and his two lives are lost like this.

"My lord, it's time for us to go"

Wang Teng sighed, "Okay, take the corpse of Xiang Yong, let's go."

Ulju Junior School was a little puzzled, "My lord, the Tartar pursuers may catch up anytime and anywhere, even if they carry the corpse, they can't bury it."

After thinking about it carefully, Wang Teng said again: "Jiang Da, while the Tartars are not here, you should quickly bring the corpse back to the fort, and you will not follow after returning to the fort."

"Your Excellency!"

"By the way, leave the horses and firecrackers behind, let's go."

Wang Teng had already made up his mind, Jiang Da didn't dare to say more, and immediately got on his horse and left.

"Let's go, too!"

Wang Teng gave an order, and the group galloped wildly.

After killing five Jurchen sergeants and getting ten war horses, Wang Teng now has twenty-six war horses in his hands, and once they gallop, they are like thousands of horses.

The battle for the attack and defense of Ulju City had reached the most critical moment, and suddenly, a trumpet sounded, and the defenders who had been entangled with the Jurchens retreated several steps, and they would rather be injured than retreat.

Some of the villagers who had just gone into battle to fight were unable to react, and many of them failed to distance themselves in time.

Are the Han Chinese scared?

The Jurchens were a little confused, and anyone who saw this strange scene would be surprised.

The Jurchen soldiers who climbed the ladder did not miss the opportunity, and they used their hands and feet to climb the top of the city as fast as possible.

Three, five, thirty, the Jurchen Ruishi at the head of the city were originally two hundred away, and at this moment, dozens of people poured up.

Looking around, the Ming army seemed to have fled, and the rammed goods who did not know the truth were already cheering.

Succeed in taking the city!

The guys who have been staying in the city to fight with the Ming army are not so stupid, they have seen the scene of the defenders not afraid of death, and they will not be naïve to think that the Ming army has fled.

There must be something else going on.

Outside the city, Uda had a smile on his face, he heard the cheers of the city, it was not easy, it took so much effort to take Ulzhou.

However, the next moment, a sound resounded through the sky.

It's a firecracker!

The fire of the Ming army!

"It's not good, it's a fraud!"

Needless to say, Wuda also knew what the problem was, if the Ming army was completely defeated, there would never be such a dense gunfire.

At the head of the city, dense arrows shot out from the Tibetan Arsenal on both sides, occasionally mixed with the sound of "bang" fire.

Tartar didn't expect that he would become a live target, and dozens of people fell in an instant.

No one thought that the Ming army would have a backhand!

Fighting until now, Ulzhou City has almost changed hands many times, in anyone's opinion, the Ming army has done its best, who would have thought that Zhu Jixun, the commander of Ulzhou Wei, is a guy who does not play cards according to common sense, he knows that with the ferocity of the Tartars, it is a matter of time before the city is broken in.

Rather than waiting for the Ming army to be slaughtered when the casualties are exhausted, it is better to fight back while there is still strength left!

Zhu Jixun thinks so and does so.

A hundred archers, this is Zhu Jixun's hidden power.

It was a great ordeal for their companions to fight in front of the battle, while the hidden archers could only wait silently for the military order.

If the city of Ulju is lost, the archers will become sinners!

These 100 new forces joining the battlefield can definitely stop the momentum of the Jurchens!

However, Zhu Jixun has a resolute attitude, and without his order, no one is allowed to act rashly!

Fortunately, the soldiers fighting in front of them withstood it, otherwise, the archers might not even have a chance to open their bows.

"Woo woo woo", the long-lost trumpet sounded, and the archers vented their anger.

Tartars should be killed!

Cold arrows came from both sides, and more than 300 Tartars had no way to avoid it, so they could only use iron shields to cover one or two.

This was a shooting that did not distinguish between the enemy and me, and dozens of slower-paced villagers and soldiers died under the arrows.

Before dying, the villagers still let out a silent cry, kill the thief!

Du Jin's eyes were red, seeing that he was about to win a big victory, but he didn't expect the Ming army to have this hand, "Rush over and kill them!" ”

"Don't be stupid, the Ming army is already exhausted"

"Kill, kill, kill!"

The relieved Jurchen soldiers were still a terrifying force, and they roared loudly like prehistoric beasts.

Savage, bloody, and brave, this is synonymous with Jurchen sergeants.

Zhu Jixun's hidden archers only shot two rounds of arrows before they had to join the battle group.

The Tartars rushed over, and Zhu Jixun did his best to kill, except for killing dozens of more Tartars, it didn't seem to have changed anything.

The fall of Ulju seems to be a matter of time......