At this time, if Labakda does not speak, it will seem that he is too incompetent.

After glaring fiercely at the two subordinates, Bhakda ordered in a deep voice: "All the archers are under my command, climb the courtyard wall, provide cover for the counterattacking troops with bows and arrows, and shoot all the Ming people who show their heads." The rest of the warriors, commanded by the two of you personally, will launch a counterattack against the Ming Dynasty people around us who dare to sneak up on us..."

Soon, six Tartar armorers armed with broadswords and wearing leather armor gathered behind the two ironclad soldiers.

After the two heavy gates of the compound were slowly pushed open, the ironclad soldiers with the protection of the iron armor leaned out of the door first. After making sure that there was no danger, he waved his weapon and rushed out of the compound quickly.

The following Tartars quickly rushed out of the compound with the same movement.

In order to avoid these post-gold tartars, do not attack in the wrong direction, and do not be scared away by themselves.

Wei Zheng, who was about to achieve his goal, decisively gave up rushing to the front, and he was also the most arrogant Tartar ironclad soldier. Aiming the feathered arrow that emitted the cold light of the forest at the shoulder of an ordinary post-gold tartar in leather armor behind him, after the arrow was fired, he quickly ran towards the position of the spear team regardless of whether it hit the target or not.

Although the feather arrow shot by Wei Zheng was blocked by the target with a weapon, his goal was undoubtedly achieved.

Seeing that the suddenly exposed Wei Zheng was only twenty meters away from him at most, he could even see the figure of the opposite side fleeing from the rear. The two ironclad soldiers who rushed to the front suddenly turned red, and they shouted loudly to the armored soldiers behind them while pursuing with sky-high anger

"Warriors, the cunning Ming archers are about to flee, quick, speed up and pursue, kill him......"

However, when they rushed into an alley behind Wei Zheng, they were greeted not by Wei Zheng, an archer, but by the sixteen long stalkers who were already ready to attack and were holding their spears in front of them.

In the face of the sudden extra enemy, the Tartar ironclad soldiers subconsciously felt that they had been deceived and wanted to retreat.

However, when they saw the thin bodies of a dozen or so long sought-after, a mocking smile quickly appeared on their faces.

In particular, the ironclad soldier wielding a mace shouted loudly with an arrogant face in Chinese: "Haha...... The people of the Ming Dynasty looked down on us too much, and even used more than a dozen weak Ming Dynasty people to stop us. Do they think that with just a dozen spears in front of them, they can block the attack of the Houjin warriors? ”

"Warriors, don't be afraid, follow me and keep attacking. Break up the Ming Dynasty's defensive formation, kill them, and let them know that the mighty Houjin warriors are invincible. ”

"Kill ......"

The eight arrogant Tartars shouted Manchu that Wei Zheng did not understand, and at the same time waved the weapons in their hands to prevent the feathered arrows that might be shot at them, and rushed towards the spear array with an unstoppable attack. It was as if they were standing in front of them not with spears, but with sticks that could break at the touch of a button.

Compared with the ferocity of the Tartars, the appearance of his subordinates can be directly described by the words 'miserable'.

Facing the Tartar who was getting closer and closer to him, except for the captain Wang Feng, who could hold back the tension in his heart, he still held the flat-end spear steadily, and quietly looked at the Tartar in front of him who was getting closer and closer to him.

The remaining fifteen squirmers were all frightened by the thick murderous aura emanating from the eight Tartars in front of them.

The hands of the flat-ended spear began to tremble subconsciously as the Tartar got closer and closer to him.

What's more, he closed his eyes directly, as if waiting for death, holding a spear with trembling hands, waiting for the Tartar to harvest his life.

Wei Zheng knew that if everyone kept this state to meet the enemy, even if he won, the sixteen sought-after players in front of him would suffer heavy losses in the battle.

Taking a deep breath, he yelled at his subordinates in front of him in as loud a voice as he could: "Brothers, I don't know what you are afraid of, the Tartars are like us, they have two shoulders against one head, as long as you poke a hole in them with a spear, they will immediately turn into corpses." ”

"Don't forget, you are warriors who can kill even wild boars, are you still afraid of these Houjin Tartars."

"Hold the spear in your hand for me, like a warrior, look ahead, and listen to my commands......"

The Tartar ironclad soldiers who rushed to the front, constantly brandishing maces, and howling to show their strength to the Ming Dynasty people in front of them. After seeing that the spear in the hand of the Ming Dynasty people in front of him was trembling, he became even more determined and began to judge: the Ming Dynasty people in front of him were completely a group of cowards, and he had already begun to feel weak before he could fight them, and he couldn't even hold the spear steadily. It is conceivable that after they bump into them, they will completely collapse and let themselves chase and kill.

So, arrogant, he completely ignored the eight iron spearheads in front of him. Wielding the mace in his hand, he slammed forward after blocking the two spear heads in front of him, preparing to use his huge body in iron armor to crash into the spear formation of the Ming people.

However, just as his mace had just come into contact with the opponent's spear, an accident happened.

A murderous shout suddenly sounded from behind the long snatcher, and reached his ears.

"The first platoon leader grabbed the hand and stabbed forward......"

Wei Zheng's order was like a stimulant, causing the spear, which was still weak just now, to quickly inject a thousand catties of power, and stabbed at the Tartar ironclad soldier in front of him at a very fast speed.

Although the Tartar ironclad soldier quickly separated the spears that were stabbing directly in front of him with the mace in his hand, the two spears on both sides still pierced into his ribs with lightning speed.

The iron head of the spear pierced through the iron armor and pierced into the ribs of the tartar. In an instant, an unprecedented pain quickly spread from the two ribs to the whole body, and the arrogant expression on the face of the tartar was quickly covered by shock, and then, the face full of shock was covered by despair before death.

Looking down at the spear that had pierced his ribs, the desperate Tartar wanted to raise his mace and kill the two stalkers. However, at this moment, he has no chance. As a large amount of blood quickly gushed out of his body from the wound, the desperate Tartar could clearly feel that his limited body was rapidly disappearing at an unprecedented speed.

With a face full of unwillingness, he used his last bit of strength and shouted loudly: "Is this still a cowardly Ming Dynasty person, why didn't it collapse......

Eight spears were divided into two ironclad soldiers, exactly four spears for one person.

No matter how brave the Tartar in iron armor is, it is impossible to dodge the attack of four spears from different directions at the same time.

Seeing that the two ironclad soldiers who posed the greatest threat to him had been stabbed to death by spears, Wei Zheng, who was nervous, couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief and shouted an order to the stunned spearman in front of him.

"The first row, put away the guns and retreat, the second row is ready to ......"

"The second platoon will immediately make a stabbing ......"

After the second row of eight spears stabbed forward quickly, the three Tartar armorers who followed them had not yet reacted to the sudden change, and the eight spears had already pierced directly in front of them.

Ironclad soldiers with strong combat power can't dodge these spears, let alone ordinary armored soldiers.

The three Tartar armor soldiers didn't even have a chance to react, and their huge bodies in leather armor were pierced by spears.

Desperate to see the blood holes on their bodies that kept bleeding out, the faces of the three Tartars quickly turned pale, and their huge bodies fell heavily in a pool of blood as the spears were drawn.

At this moment, Wei Zheng's increasingly excited command voice reached the ears of his subordinates again.

"The second row retracted its guns and retreated, and the first row took two steps forward and continued to stab forward......"

Wei Zheng almost roared out like thunder, violently waking everyone up from the shock.

Wang Feng, who was in the first row of spearmen, saw that the two invincible Tartar ironclad soldiers died so easily under the spears in their hands, and they didn't even have a chance to resist, Wang Feng's heart was immediately enveloped by unprecedented surprise and excitement.

It wasn't until Wei Zheng gave the order again that Wang Feng reacted from the surprise.

Looking ahead, the remaining three armored soldiers of the Tartars were also stunned by the bloody scene in front of them, and they forgot to attack for a while, but the stunned Leng was at a loss on the spot.

Such a good opportunity, Wang Feng, who is bent on revenge and killing the Tartars, will certainly not let it go.

As soon as Wei Zheng's order sounded, Wang Feng followed and roared at his subordinates: "What are you doing here? Have you all killed the Tartars? The first platoon of the pikes, immediately took two steps forward and continued to stab......"

"Snort...... Sneer......"

Several spears sounded on the battlefield, and the two ordinary armored tartars who were in a daze were directly pierced through eight thick blood holes by eight spears.

At this time, the only remaining Tartar armor soldier on the battlefield finally reacted from his shock. A face was quickly covered in terror, and he fled backwards without hesitation.

Wei Zheng, who has been standing in the rear, will certainly not allow the battlefield to slip through the net.

Draw a feather arrow from the back quiver, wind it, draw the bow, and very skillfully shoot the feather arrow into the back of the tartar that is completely exposed in front of him a few meters away.

A muffled snort came from the Tartar's mouth, and the Tartar, who was running forward frantically, fell to the ground like a dog eating under the action of inertia.

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