In the middle fortress of the border city county, the enemy and us are still in a fierce exchange of fire.

The sparse arrows did not hit the enemy, and Zhang Tie had expected this situation and did not feel that there was anything wrong.

After carefully observing the general number of arrows through the [Eternal Palace], Zhang Tie reminded the archers behind him.

"The five on the left are a little bit stronger, and the other people on the right are throwing at a lower angle."

After finishing speaking, Zhang Tie was no longer idle, took out an arrow from the quiver, put it on the bowstring, and waited for a moment of interval, leaned out half of his body, and pointed an arrow at the Mongols below.

After shooting an arrow, Zhang Tie immediately retreated back to the [Eternal Palace], and the arrow also hit a Mongolian below with a breaking sound, and the arrow passed through his body.

Picking up the [Eternal Trace Palace], Zhang Tie changed his position again, waiting for the next opportunity to come.

Since two months ago, after being injured by the bandits, Zhang Tie would no longer be stupid and keep standing in place and shooting, without changing positions.

While Zhang Tie changed positions, the archers on the fortress were not idle, and according to Zhang Tie's reminder, after a little adjustment, they shot the arrows in their hands again.

Sou! Sou! Sou! Sou!

One after another, three arrows were thrown from the lower part of the shield wall, and the arrows cut a beautiful arc across the sky, and most of the arrows fell behind the Mongols, and only seven or eight arrows landed in the crowd below, bringing up a few snowflakes.

Although there is Zhang Tie's prompt, it doesn't mean that you can point where to fight, otherwise it would be too godly.

The sudden casualty made Jin Qila's pupils shrink, and for the speed and power of the first arrow, let him know that this should be the sharpshooter of the Yan Kingdom, that is, the person who shot them at a long distance at the beginning.

For him, the casualties of the marksman's shots were understandable, and the only thing that surprised him was that the other arrows actually landed in their crowd.

Letting go of the doubts in his heart, Jin Qila pointed to the place where Zhang Tie leaned out to shoot arrows just now, and said to a few people beside him: "Look at that position, once someone comes up, shoot immediately." ”

"Yes!"

The five Mongols bent their bows and arrows, aiming at the place where Zhang Tie shot the arrow, and as soon as someone appeared, they would immediately release their right hands that were holding the arrow, shoot the arrow, and shoot the opponent.

For the wave of arrows just now, Zhang Tie already felt very good about being able to kill the other three people, which also made him feel that he should be able to repel these Mongols this time.

Sou!

Draw the arrow, place it on the bowstring, lean out, aim, shoot, withdraw, then take down the Eternal Trace, and finally change the location.

Zhang Tie's series of actions were completed in one go, without dragging the mud and water at all.

"Ahh

A scream was heard, then abruptly stopped.

Jin Kela didn't turn his head to look, because he saw Zhang Tie leaning out again on the fortress, and he didn't need to look back to know that a clansman who let out a miserable scream must have returned to the embrace of the Immortal Heaven.

Jin Qila stared at Zhang Tie leaning out just now, and where he shot, his muscles were bruised, and he gritted his teeth; "Damn, it's a change of place when you shoot an arrow."

Secretly clenching his fists, Jin Kela said helplessly to the few clansmen who were still aiming at the fortress and had not shot for a long time: "You don't have to aim at that person, shoot at will." ”

Now he only hopes to be able to shoot the opponent's shield so that he can quickly break through the fortress in front of him.

The Tara tribe is just a small tribe, and every warrior is the pillar of the tribe, which is very precious, and every time a clansman dies, the corners of Jin Kela's eyes twitch, and his chest hurts.

This is his people, and it is the strength of the Tara tribe that can rise in the future, how can their death not make Jin Kela feel distressed.

You know, the population of the Mongols is not as large as that of the Central Plains, and the population has always been the weakness of the Mongols, which is why the Mongols often plunder each other in order to increase the population.

went to the Central Plains to plunder women, also for the purpose of having children and developing the population.

From the beginning of the attack to the present, more than 20 people of the Tara tribe have been killed and more than 10 people have been injured, which is the first time that the Tara tribe has suffered such a large casualty since the invasion of Yanguo.

Looking at this strong fortress, Jin Ke La only felt very dull in his chest, and he wanted to rush up to the fortress and engage in melee combat with the enemy.

However, the only remaining reason told him that this would not work, but would cause more unnecessary casualties among his people, and that not fighting was not their forte.

"If you fail to break through this fortress this time, I'm afraid you won't be able to explain it to the patriarch."

Like Bayar's thoughts, Jin Kela actually just wants to prove himself, to prove that he is no worse than Jebel, and to prove that he is capable of taking the red lady as his wife.

It's not that he doesn't know that even if the Tara tribe is affiliated with the Kereh tribe, the face of the Qiyan tribe still has to be given and cannot be offended.

The beggar tribe, that is not an existence that these small tribes can offend.

Brush! Brush! Brush! Brush!

Jin Kela, who was thinking wildly, suddenly felt a heartbeat in his heart, his eyelids jumped, and he subconsciously raised his head and looked at the sky.

The situation in his eyes made Jin Kela's face change in an instant, all the hairs stood up, and cold sweat suddenly broke out on his forehead.

Bite!

Jin Kela quickly swung the bone in his hand, knocking down two arrows aimed at him.

It turned out that just when Jin Qila was thinking nonsense, Zhang Tie once again corrected the way the archers shot according to the landing point of the arrows.

Then the archers, through Zhang Tie's prompts and requests, shot the iron arrows in their hands.

This wave of arrows rained down on the crowd of the Tara tribe, causing the unsuspecting or unreactive Mongols to suffer heavy losses in an instant, killing five and wounding nearly ten.

If it weren't for his instincts, he would have been injured at best.

"How is it possible, how can they be so precise, haven't they been pressed by us and can't hold their heads up?!"

Jin Kela felt that his back was very cold, because his back was wet with cold sweat, and he was also very puzzled by what was happening in front of him.

From the beginning of all the failures, to the present arrows all falling on the top of the clansmen, only three waves of arrow rain, the other party's accuracy has improved so much, who believes it.

"Isn't it?!"

As if remembering something, a trace of horror flashed across Jin's pale face.

"Could it be that the opponent's marksman saw the landing point of the arrow in an instant?!"

……

"Retreat!"

With an unwilling look, Jin Kela gave the order to retreat.

It's not that he doesn't want to break through the fortress, but he knows that this fortress is already unbreakable, and blindly shooting will only increase the casualties of his clansmen, and other than that, it will not play any role.

Having to shoot like this has already made him understand that these Yan people in front of him are indeed different from the previous Yan people.

After one last glance at the fortress, Jin Kela and the others shot the last arrow, and then rode away at full speed. "Wait, I'll be back, old turtle!"

"Oh!"

As the Mongols retreated, deafening cheers were heard over the entire fortress.

"We repelled them! We beat them! ”

One soldier shook the shoulders of the soldier next to him excitedly, and roared loudly.

The soldiers who were grabbed by the shoulders and shook were also excited, screaming loudly together, venting their excitement, and the other soldiers were also cheering loudly.

Suddenly, a soldier who was shouting suddenly crouched on the ground and began to cry.

This cry was like a fuse, which instantly made the other soldiers cry, including Cao Shuangxi.

The entire fortress, except for Zhang Tie, everyone else was crying loudly.

The loud crying of so many people also infected Zhang Tie, making his eyes red.

Regarding the soldiers who were obviously victorious, but they wanted to cry, Zhang Tie had more or less guesses.

As natives of Biancheng County, their relatives and friends must have been plundered by the Mongols, and perhaps even killed.

They were able to be soldiers, mostly because they wanted to do their part to stop the Mongol invasion.

Unfortunately, it backfired, and none of them were able to stop the Mongol invasion, and they still trembled under the Mongol cavalry.

Now that they have repelled the Mongols, it is really an incredible miracle for them.

Thinking of all the past, I couldn't help but cry.