When Yu Hanfeng shouted 'Ah Li, save people~' in his mouth, it took a maximum of three or five seconds.

With sweat in her head and a heavy breath in her mouth, Ah Li, carrying a small wooden box on her back, bent over, and ran all the way quickly.

When the person was still halfway there, the girl found a clean ball of cotton and gauze from the wooden box.

Looking at such a posture, this veterinarian girl planned to block the massive bleeding from the wound of the blue bird that fell to the ground as soon as possible, and then carry out other treatments.

Saying! In this defensive battle.

Ah Li, the only girl in the team, still receives some preferential treatment.

After all, one thing is undeniable, in the absence of a long-range weapon like a crossbow, this white-haired girl has some deficiencies in terms of both melee ability and long-range accuracy of throwing flying stone ropes.

Therefore, the task assigned by Hu Biao to Ah Li's sister is to act as a medical soldier on the battlefield.

Anyway, the girl also has a little relevant work experience.,How to bandage injured cats and dogs.,Now it's good to bandage people.,In principle, it's almost the same.。

Judging from the current appearance of Ali's operation, this girl's attitude towards the task is quite good.

It's a pity that when the arrows flying around the top of his head 'whoosh~', Ah Li, who was sweating beads in his head, hurriedly ran over, and he didn't have to touch the snort of a blue bird.

Just after a glance at the unlucky blue bird, the position of the arrow that made people speechless.

The mouth just shouted bitterly: "It's out of gas, don't need to save ~".

When she said this, the white-haired girl's tone was full of indescribable tiredness and loss, and she could even hear the faint crying in it.

Mainly in the modern plane, even when I see a kitten or a puppy dying of illness, I will be sad for a long time.

Where can I bear this kind of familiar comrades-in-arms, who continue to die one by one in front of me, but I am powerless and extremely depressed.

"Special~" Yu Hanfeng, who was on the side, also scolded in his mouth in a huge depression after hearing the words.

Because the area of Suifeng Dun was originally not small, but after stuffing in a lot of war horses and materials, now it is squeezing out sixty or seventy people.

Suddenly, in terms of the living conditions, it became quite tense.

It's often on a kang, but a lot of people have to sleep together.

Just in the modern plane, it is said that the blue bird of a programmer sleeps next to Yu Hanfeng every day; After a long time, the relationship between the two has been quite good because they often brag and fart.

For a while, seeing this one, it seemed that in the first minute, he was driving with himself, and the speed of the car was called an amazing old SP, and he didn't even need to burp directly if he needed to be rescued.

In Yu Hanfeng's heart, it was immediately filled with an indescribable sense of sadness.

And with that, there was an indescribable wrath, the wrath of the Tartar archers who would kill them at all costs.

With such a tremendous rage, Yu Hanfeng poured out at least half more particle flame than the normal amount from a horn filled with gunpowder on his waist.

After adding some lead bullet, he gritted his teeth and stuffed it into the three-eyed gun in his hand, and pressed the gunpowder and lead bullet tightly.

What kind of particle gunpowder is more powerful than powder black powder, and after adding too much, it is a three-eyed gun, and there is still a danger of exploding, and martial arts lovers can't care about it at all at this moment.

There is only one simple thought in his mind now:

Only by increasing and increasing the charge will the lead bullet have a greater thrust.

Only then could I get the Tartar archers who were farther away, who were still firing arrows, but whose speed had slowed down considerably because of the numbness of their arms.

After the reloading was completed, Yu Hanfeng hurriedly aimed at a position where the blue bird had fallen, which was regarded as an archer directly in front of him, and decisively ignited the three-eyed gun.

After feeling a strong recoil in his hand, Yu Hanfeng struggled to open his eyes in the white smoke.

At last, I was relieved to see that a Tartar who had just drawn a sharp arrow and was about to start shooting an arrow was like a hard blow to the back, and the whole person took a heavy step backwards.

Then the whole person fell with his head held high, and fell to the ground with a blood stain on his chest.

Although I don't know if this Tartar archer is the one who shot the blue bird, in a sense, Yu Hanfeng, who has more or less avenged his comrades, has no joy on his face.

Because at this moment, the Tartar side finally withdrew its troops.

In such a signal representing retreat, the Tartars under the pier slowly retreated in a strict formation, during which two more Tartars were punctured by the iron thistles and limped when they walked.

However, under the deliberate clean-up of the Tartars, there are not many iron thistles left on the battlefield now.

All of the above means that this attack has finally been repulsed, and the people on the pier can finally slow down for a while after fighting for so long.

The problem is that this retreat of the Tartars also represents the commander on the side of the Tartars, who believes that the trench has been almost filled.

They retreated now just to prepare for the next wave of bloodier attacks after a little bit of tidying up.

Under such a cognition, Yu Hanfeng doesn't think there is anything to be happy about?

*******

In this way, even a novice on the battlefield like Yu Hanfeng can see the rhythm of the battlefield.

In reality, of course, that's exactly what happened.

When Fucha Hengniu Lu Ezhen retreated with his subordinates, Bai Yintu, the third-class viscount of Tartars, finally showed a relaxed smile on his face.

The main reason is that he didn't expect that the defensive power of such a small fire pier in front of him was actually so strong.

It's even stronger than he expected.

In the previous battle of filling the trench, there were actually thirty-four casualties on their side, such a large number, which made the dignified third-class viscount feel a strong distress.

Who made them the whole Tartar Eight Banners, all the adult males combined, that is, there were only a few people.

After one dies, it will take at least ten years for a new warrior to grow.

Fortunately, the trench that seemed to him to be the most threatening had now been completely filled; The next earthen wall, which is not really high, can easily be rushed up with some simple ladders.

Next, with his experience of fighting Nikan over the years.

If these Nikans relied on the defense of the fortified city, they would still be able to fight head-on with the warriors of the Eight Banners, that is, they would have fired guns, arrows, and thrown logs and stones.

But once it enters hand-to-hand combat, morale will be shattered in a very short time.

In the next time, a warrior of the Eight Banners could chase ten times or even more Nikan to slash and kill; Defeat them easily, capture them.

However, before giving the order to attack again, he still asked his subordinate Fucha Hengniu Lu Ezhen, and asked in a gushing voice:

"In the previous battle of filling the trenches, you Niu Lu suffered a lot of casualties, and the warriors seem to be tired, can you continue to fight later?

If it doesn't work, I'll let the other two cows record. ”

"Yes! The masters and minions can do it, as long as they give the minions a stick of incense time to repair, they will definitely be able to attack when the time comes, and I will kill them with my own hands. ”

Fu Chaheng's mouth roared, full of confidence.

Indeed, more than 30 people under his command and more than 10% of casualties made this Niu Lu really feel a little distressed now.

However, the idea of avenging the Niulu warriors with his own hands allowed him to persevere.

Or, if this one Tartar thinks that the hardest hour is over, then he will be able to win without a few deaths in the rest of the time......

It's just that what they don't know is that on the Suifeng pier opposite them, Hu Biao broke an arrow shaft that was inserted in the left shoulder of the armor.

As for the arrows that go into the flesh a little bit, there is no point in bothering at all.

The main thing is that he can't take care of it, the Tartar archers are amazingly accurate, and they can't suppress their opponents at all, so in the last attack, he was hit by a number of arrows.

Fortunately, the armor on his body was powerful, most of the arrows were bounced away, and a small part of the remaining part was inserted in the armor, which was not too deep into the flesh, and it was just some flesh wounds in the sky.

Looking at the movement of the Tartar opposite, Hu Biao's skull began to spin rapidly.

He knew he had to adjust it right away.

But before that, he quickly took a bucket of well water and poured it on his skull, and he almost didn't heat him to death in this weather.

Compared with the current heat and dryness of the body, the danger of 'armor removal wind' is no longer important.

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