Although the arrows thrown by the Tartars were not accurate, the dull sound of the arrows hitting the ground still told the guards that someone had been hit by the spear array hidden behind the obstacles.

Hearing the screams of the soldiers constantly coming from the spear array, Wei Zheng's brows subconsciously furrowed.

At this moment, the second round of arrows thrown by the Tartar archers had already flown into the sky.

Seeing this, the platoon commander of a spear platoon beside Wei Zheng hurriedly persuaded: "General, let's attack, if we don't attack again, the dozens of brothers behind the defense line will all be shot to death by the Tartar archers..."

The pikemen standing in the way of the mountain road were not ordinary pikemen, but the elite of the Haw Par Army, who had been carefully selected by Wang Feng and was awarded the title of 'Trapped'. Although it has not really formed an army, the loss of one is also extremely heartbreaking for Wei Zheng.

However, only twenty Tartars entered the ambush circle, and there was not a single archer who posed the greatest threat to him.

Wei Zheng's heartache face still showed an unprecedented firmness.

As if the screams that reached his ears were not from his subordinates, he firmly refused: "No, it's not time yet... When the Tartar archers enter the ambush circle, we will attack. ”

After the order was issued, Wei Zheng's mind began to think of possible ways to solve the current crisis as if he had turned over the river.

Under the gaze of several pairs of anxious eyes around him, Wei Zheng said decisively: "Since the Tartars don't take the initiative to put on the set, then we will add another fire to him and force them to put on the set...."

"Command... The spear platoon immediately retreated fifty paces, and the spear formation was ready to fight with the Tartar attacking troops... Everyone else is on standby... As soon as the follow-up troops of the Tartars enter the ambush circle, they will attack immediately, and eat the thirty Tartars behind them with the throwing guns in their hands..."

At this time, some people must ask, why Wei Zheng didn't directly arrange an ambush circle on the mountain road, but also arranged such a defensive line on the mountain road.

In fact, this is also Wei Zheng's last resort...

A spear is not a bow and arrow, nor is it a rifle of later generations.

Although it has great lethality within a few tens of meters, it has no accuracy and must rely on the number of throwing guns thrown at a time to win.

According to the Tartar march, even if fifty Tartars were lined up in two columns, the entire formation would stretch for tens of meters. Setting up an ambush on such a long mountain road, not to mention whether the soldiers of the Haw Par Army hidden on both sides of the mountain road can throw their guns at the Tartars at the same time, it is definitely not as easy as everyone imagined.

Therefore, Wei Zheng had to set up a defensive line in front of the Tartars in one more move, so that the fifty Tartars took the initiative to gather together. Then, gather again and throw the throwing guns.

When the time comes, even if the throwing gun is not accurate, with its numerical superiority, coupled with the fact that the density of the Tartars gathered together is simply too great. Even if a blind cat hits a rat, it can inflict a devastating blow on the tartar in a short time.

It's just that what Wei Zheng didn't expect was that in the face of his carefully arranged defensive line, the Tartars, who had been hit twice in a row, did not attack in one go, but split into two, and left the archers who posed the greatest threat to him in the rear.

Under Wei Zheng's anxious gaze, the spear formation that had endured three rounds of throwing away the archers finally began to retreat.

The Tartars, who were only thirty paces away from the defensive line, suddenly chased after the spear platoon with a roar as if they had been beaten with chicken blood.

The swing of the teeth horn, who personally commanded the ten archers, quickly flashed a sneer on the corner of his mouth. Raising the big knife in his hand, he laughed at the subordinates beside him.

"Warriors, the Han people who stand in our way have been routed....now I command you to escort the archers to continue their advance and shoot the fleeing Han with their bows and arrows. In the words of the Han people, beat the water dogs and annihilate them..."

Ten archers, protected by twenty Tartars, slowly advanced like an unstoppable torrent, crushing an enemy in front of them.

Seeing this, Wei Zheng's solemn face finally showed a smile.

He resolutely ordered his subordinates beside him, whose eyes lit up: "Tell the sù brothers, you have aimed at me....as long as my throwing spear is thrown, immediately throw all the two throwing spears in my hand at the Tartar attack phalanx, and tear them apart with the throwing spear..."

"Yes, General.," the two platoon commanders replied in a low tone.

Subsequently, the spears with a length of one meter and a slender tip were held tightly in the hands of the soldiers, ready to be thrown.

Twenty steps... Fifteen steps ....... ten steps...... Five-step ......

After all the thirty Tartars, including the Swing Tooth La, entered the ambush circle, Wei Zheng, who quickly flashed a sneer at the corner of his mouth, violently exerted force, about to throw the throwing gun that was clenched in his right hand.

Then, more than 60 of his subordinates who were hiding beside Wei Zheng also stood up from the bushes at the same time, waved their right hands violently, and threw 64 throwing spears at the Tartar attack phalanx.

In the face of the sudden rain of gunfire on the flanks, all the Tartars couldn't help but show frightened expressions on their faces. Swing your weapon as fast as you can, trying to block the whistling spear in front of you.

However, a throwing gun is not an arrow, both in strength and weight, it is several times that of an arrow.

In addition, the density of the entire rain of guns was too great, even if they were lucky enough to block one throwing gun, the other throwing gun that followed it still lightly broke through their armor and pierced their own body.

In particular, ten archers, who were heavily protected by the Tartar army and were basically not equipped with infantry weapons.

In the face of the rain of gunshots, he could only watch his body being pierced. Then, with a face full of unwillingness, he fell heavily in a pool of blood.

Because of the terrain, the gathered Tartars were directly hugged together, and the dense formation not only did not protect them, but allowed the power of the throwing guns to be brought into full play.

Among the thirty tartars, more than twenty people were pierced through the body by the spear, and under the huge inertia of the spear, they were heavily stabbed on the ground and turned into corpses.

And at this moment, the second round of more than sixty guns had already arrived and appeared in front of the Tartars.

More than sixty whistling spears were fired against less than ten Tartars, and the results could be imagined.

Everyone, including the Tartar Swing Horn, had a more or less varying number of throwing spears stuck in their bodies.

Looking at the thirty Tartars who were killed by himself in an instant, he smelled the thick smell of blood that quickly spread in the air.

The more than sixty subordinates gathered behind Wei Zheng reacted from their astonishment, believing what they were seeing in front of them.

Not only that, but the twenty Tartars who were still screaming and charging forward, wanting to chase and kill the spear platoon, also quickly stopped, looking at the bloody picture behind them with a stunned expression.

At this moment, Wei Zheng roared and suddenly woke up the battlefield that had suddenly fallen silent.

"Holy shit, what are you still doing here, is the battle over... Grab spears and throwing spears and rush out, surround the remaining Tartars, and annihilate them all..."

"Kill..."

After a loud roar, Wei Zheng quickly took off the longbow on his shoulder and rushed out of the dense forest.

When Wei Zheng appeared on the battlefield, a feathered arrow had been mounted on Wei Zheng's longbow.

Draw the bow and aim...."Whoosh..."

The arrows, which were instantly infused with a large amount of force, quickly broke out of the string and flew towards the only remaining Tartar commander on the battlefield, swinging their teeth....

On a quiet battlefield, the Tartar did not expect that his opponent would shoot an arrow at him at this time. Therefore, the tooth swinger did not even dodge, and watched as the arrow got closer and closer to him, and finally pierced into his neck, where his defense was most weak.

The two Tooth Swingers were killed in battle, and the remaining nineteen Tartars were immediately thrown into confusion.

Although the two ironclad soldiers temporarily stabilized their position, the Tartars' courage to continue fighting was gone.

At this moment, the two spear platoons following Wei Zheng had all rushed out of the dense forest, and formed two slightly messy spear formations behind them.

Not only that, but the spear platoon, which had just been chased and beaten by the Tartars, also quickly turned its guns and slowly pressed towards the remnants of the Tartars.

Seeing that the front and rear encirclement had been completed, the surrounded Tartars were becoming more and more chaotic due to low morale. Wei Zheng, who had drawn a feathered arrow from the quiver again, continued to order.

"Spear formation, attack and advance, kill all the Tartars, you don't need to throw guns if you can......"

With that, he aimed the arrow directly at a Tartar ironclad soldier, and slowly released the fingers that were gripping the bowstring and arrows.

When one of the ironclad soldiers was shot by Wei Zheng again, the Tartars' newly stabilized position became chaotic again. The morale of the subordinates behind him is becoming higher and higher, and the steps forward are getting bigger and bigger.

Seeing this, Wei Zheng, who had completely relieved himself about the next battle, decisively put down his longbow and began to be the temporary captain of the two spear platoons behind him.

After taking a deep breath, he ordered loudly: "Brothers, whether you can truly grow into a real warrior of the Haw Par Army depends on everyone in the next battle." Go up and destroy all the Tartars with the spear in your hand..."

"Kill..."