Bayar was protected by Hon Hai'er and was not injured, but the other Mongols were not so lucky.

The rain of arrows came suddenly, and before many people could react, more than a dozen warriors of the Tara tribe and a dozen horses were shot by the arrows, letting out screams and roars of pain.

This made Bayar, who was already in a heavy mood, even more ashen.

"Tai and! Bayar! Pull yourself together! ”

Faced with Bayar's expression, Hon Haier was very sad and directly called out Bayar's name.

The two have been together for nearly ten years, Bayar regards him as his brother, and Hon Haier doesn't regard Bayar as his younger brother, which is already his only relative.

Looking at Bayar's face, this is completely different from his usual arrogant and high-spirited expression, this state, Hon Haier has never seen such a demeanor since following Bayar.

Now Bayar's gray expression makes Hon Hai'er, as an elder brother, very sad, for fear that he will not be able to think about something, and he has lost confidence since then.

Looking at Hon Hai'er, who cared about him, Bayar's mood was a little better, no longer lifeless, but he was still frowning, because the things in front of him really gave him a headache.

The current situation has completely deviated from his expectations, in his mind, it should be all the way to the rampage, take down the fortress of this Yan country in a few clicks, continue to break the other two fortresses, and then go south smoothly, and fight the grass valley with peace of mind.

He never expected that he and the others would suffer from this situation, not only did it not go smoothly, but they fell into a predicament.

This makes the battle plan at the beginning invalid and cannot be carried out, who knows if there are any similar traps ahead.

For a while, Bayar, who had little experience in commanding troops in battle, did not know what to do, so he could only sit on horseback and ponder, desperately thinking about what could be done to solve the current problem.

Bayar struggled in his heart, Zhang Tie and the others would not be idle, and they arrowed one arrow after another towards Bayar's rear team.

"Shoot at full speed, it's okay if you don't have enough accuracy."

Zhang Tie shot as he changed his orders to the archers on the fortress.

The team of more than 300 people still stayed from under the charge, and the distance between them was still very close.

At such a distance, even if the archers have been upgraded, the proficiency of bows and arrows has improved a lot, but they still can't reach a hundred paces.

They don't have the same crosshair bugs as Zhang Tie, and they are just better than the accuracy of ordinary archers.

However, because the four-dimensional attributes of the body are superimposed by the system, the strength of the soldiers on the fortress is far beyond ordinary people, which makes them one point faster than the Mongols in terms of rate of fire.

Now, according to the current situation of the Mongols, in such a crowded formation, as long as they shoot at the opponent, one of the two arrows can definitely hit the opponent's people, or horses, and cause them to be injured or killed.

As Zhang Tie's order was issued, the archers abandoned their accuracy and accelerated their bows and arrows.

Sou! Sou! Sou!

One by one, the archers were shooting at a rate of about three arrows a breath, on average, one arrow a second.

The endless arrows once again plunged the Mongols into a panic, and the casualties continued to increase.

Such a continuous rain of arrows made the Mongols wonder, that is, how many archers were there on this small fortress? A hundred or two hundred?

Some of the Mongols had already begun to draw their bows to counterattack, but unfortunately the distance was not enough, and the arrows they shot began to fall weakly before they reached the fortress.

Although they are good at riding and shooting, they are not good at forging, and most of the bows and arrows they use are ordinary nomadic bows, and the range is not very long.

It's not easy to have a good bow.

In the face of this rain of arrows, Bayard gritted his teeth, as if he had already made a decision, and he was about to give an order.

"Tai and! Retreat! ”

A shout came from the front, and the content of it shook Bayar, and if Hon Hai'er hadn't been protecting him, he would have been shot by an arrow.

The person who spoke was none other than the third warrior of the Tara tribe, the vanguard of Jinkla.

Holding a round shield in one hand and a scimitar in the other, Jin Kela blocked waves of arrow rain, and came to the rear from the trap area.

"Taiji, order a retreat, there are enough casualties!"

Jin Qila almost said this sentence in a crying voice, today's experience is the most aggrieved battle in his history.

"But just retreat? Don't go on the offensive anymore?! ”

Bayar seemed to be a little unwilling, and thought about continuing the attack and breaking through the opponent's fortress.

"Bayar!"

Jin Qila's face was pale, but he was angry with Bayar.

After a few steps, he threw away the shield with his left hand, and then grabbed Bayar's shoulder and squeezed it hard, so much force that Bayar took a breath of cold air in pain.

"Jin Kela! What are you doing?! ”

Wielding a scimitar and slapping the arrows that flew in, Hon Hai'er looked back at Jin Ke La, and shouted a warning.

Although it seems to be warning Jin Khala, it is actually acquiescing to Kim's behavior, otherwise with Hon Haier's eyesight, how can he not know how ugly Jin Kla's expression was when Bayar said that he would continue to attack.

Normally, everyone can get used to Bayar, but now, whether it is Jin Kela or Hon Haier, they can't watch Bayar go wrong again.

"Wake up, we've failed this time."

Wielding a scimitar, Kim parryed the incoming arrows and pointed to the corpse-strewn trap area ahead.

"Look at the front, we were all careless, I didn't expect the other party to reuse the pony pit, and we lost so many clansmen at once."

After recovering slightly, Jin Kela continued: "We are too far away from the opponent's fortress now, and now we are within the range of the archers on the opposite side. ”

"And!"

Jin Qila once again pointed to the trap area in front of him, and said bitterly: "Who knows, there are many traps in front of this, and each trap has to be filled with the lives of the clansmen!" ”

"Bayar, retreat, this time we all underestimated this Yan countryman, and there is no chance."

Bayar looked at Jin Kela with a bitter face in a daze, and closed his eyes in pain, he also thought of these things, but he couldn't believe it.

This oolong-like battle, from the very beginning, has had an ending.

The result this time can only be said to be that habitual thinking is harmful.

It's like the story of the sheep herding baby, at the beginning it was said that the wolf was coming, and everyone still believed it, and the second time, they still believed that there was, but after the third time, no one believed it anymore.

They didn't expect the other party to suddenly become so strong, and they didn't expect that their attitude would become very tough and stick to the end.

There is a saying that in everything you do, you must be careful, go all out, and not be careless.

There are so many things in history that have failed because of carelessness.

"We ,...... Retreat! ”

With a sigh, Bayar glanced at the people who had suffered heavy casualties, and said with difficulty the words of retreat.