The first wave of arrows has already fallen. Then almost without pause, the second wave fell. The buzzing sound of arrows flying through the air made people's eardrums hurt.
Heavy arrows dropped from high places are very powerful. Chen Ran stood on the right side of Guo Ning, holding a large wooden board. More than ten arrows have been deeply embedded in the wooden board. Every time an arrow fell, his hands holding the board would vibrate violently.
The temporarily removed carriage panels were not of high quality, and the boards were somewhat uneven in thickness. A heavy arrow passed directly through the weak spot and pierced his palm, with the arrow cluster showing several inches in length. Blood continued to flow down his forearm, but Chen Ran's movements and footsteps were not affected at all, and the wooden board did not tilt at all.
The Mongolian knights continued to shoot wildly, which is what they are best at and what they rely on most at critical moments.
In the shortest time, thousands of heavy arrows were thrown over. Even if the soldiers held up their wooden shields as support, they could not completely stop them. The clanking sound of arrows hitting the metal armor leaves was continuous. Many soldiers had arrows stuck in their helmets, shoulder armors, and chests, and they followed their movements. Shake and shake.
Several other soldiers were seriously injured and immediately fell to the ground. Blood gurgled from under their bodies and stained a large area of grass.
"Wait a minute! Take ten steps forward and shoot!"
"Five steps forward!"
Among the soldiers advancing side by side with Guo Ning, many had outstanding shooting skills. Although Guo Ning himself cannot shoot through a poplar in a hundred steps, he can still hit five or six out of ten when shooting birds and animals within a few dozen steps, so he is considered a good shot.
However, when it comes to archery skills, no matter how elite the Han soldiers are, they are always inferior to the Mongols.
The harsh environment on the grasslands determines that the Mongolians make a living as nomads; the nomadic life of living in pursuit of water and grass determines that fighting is a daily routine for every tribe, and riding and archery are part of life for them. Just like eating, drinking and breathing, they are both indispensable for life protection.
On the contrary, most of the garrison officers and soldiers deployed by the Jin Kingdom in northern Xinjiang were from farmers and were at most local soldiers who had received basic training. After arriving in northern Xinjiang, how long will it take for them to undergo training before they can keep pace with the Mongolians who are constantly honing their riding and shooting skills?
No matter how hard you work or have outstanding talent, it is difficult to achieve.
At that time, there were also Tiefutu soldiers in the army on Yehu Ridge. However, when everyone was fighting with the Mongolian army, they saw with their own eyes that there were even Mongolian knights on the battlefield who dared to rush their horses to advance within twenty or thirty steps, and then directly shot the soldier in the face with an arrow, killing him with one blow. When one's archery skills reach this level, it is truly terrifying.
Fortunately, at this time, the Mongolian army's arrows were not accurate.
After losing the advantages of high-speed movement and rapid retreat of war horses, the Mongols were only flesh and blood after all. Once forced into close quarters by a group of soldiers, the defeated Mongolian light cavalry was a role model!
Facing the approaching enemy, the Mongols were obviously impatient. They chose projectiles that were very laborious but had a relatively low hit rate, and they started shooting from a distance of about a hundred steps. This is usually done when large armies are fighting. The main purpose is to harass the enemy's position or hinder the enemy's advancement, rather than to kill.
Unfortunately, it can't be stopped.
The Tiefutu soldiers continued to move forward.
At a distance of eighty steps, they started to fire back; at a distance of sixty steps, they abandoned the wooden planks and drew their bows to fire continuously; at a distance of forty steps, the hit rates of both sides had significantly improved. Several people around Guo Ning were shot in the neck by arrows. With painful roars, they bled and rolled to death.
More people were hit by arrows, but no vital parts were injured.
Guo Ning was covered in armor and stabbed with more than a dozen arrows. At first glance, he looked like a hedgehog with bristled fur. He had to take the time to draw his sword and cut off the arrow shafts one by one, otherwise the action would be affected. The soldiers surrounding Guo Ning were all brave and continued to move forward.
The scorching sun in the sky was like fire, and Guo Ning's fighting spirit was burning like a blazing fire.
The wound on his body was in pain. The violent movements tore the wound open, and warm blood was already flowing out. He was breathing heavily, but he didn't feel tired.
Every time he took a big breath, the air with the choking smell of blood was poured into his lungs, giving him a feverish joy. That smell reminded him that in this cruel world where humans and beasts competed and killed each other, there was no room for calm dealings. All the ideas, all the efforts, when put into practice, there are only four words: life or death!
He saw the Mongolians in front of him felled by arrows, and saw panic on several faces as ferocious as beasts. He heard the Mongols shouting. After living on the border for so many years, although he couldn't speak it, he could understand a few words of Mongolian and knew that they were shouting for formation. Others shouted to leave the war horses alone and gather together quickly.
late!
Riding skills make the Mongolian army stronger. The Mongolian army was also strong in archery. But when it comes to infantry fighting and fighting in formation, Guo Ning believes in the results of months of training at the Xijunhe camp. Today is the time to test, the time to kill the enemy!
Guo Ning turned sideways to avoid a Mongolian who was flying towards him, then swung his iron bone flower and hit the man on the back of the head from top to bottom. There was only a muffled sound, and the entire iron plate at the back of the iron helmet suddenly dented. The Mongolian fell heavily to the ground and twitched his hands and feet twice.
Guo Ning didn't take a second glance and strode forward.
A short and stocky Mongolian wearing fine armor rushed towards him and stabbed with a spear. This guy is an experienced warrior, and the tip of his spear carries strong wind, and the attack is extremely fierce.
Not only did Guo Ning not dodge, but he saw the opportunity and took another step forward. The spear grazed Guo Ning's ribs and was clamped hard by Guo Ning's arms. The enemy took it twice and felt as if a cricket was shaking a tree, but the spear did not move at all.
He quickly released his hands holding the gun and stepped back quickly. Where Guo Ning raised his hand, Tie Guduo came, just like hitting a watermelon with a stone, smashing the enemy's eyes and features into pieces, and the whole face was sunken into the skull. Inside, blood and brain matter burst out, splattering all over Guo Ning's body.
Following the Mongolian warrior, there was also a hundred households wearing ring armor. Seeing that Guo Ning was coming with great ferocity, he waved his sword repeatedly and shouted loudly, calling for his companions behind him to gather together and fight.
Guo Ning handed Tieguduo to his left hand, held the spear clamped to his side with his right hand, and threw it with all his strength. The barrel of the gun whined with strong wind, but it was not very accurate. The Mongolian household ducked and avoided it.
Unexpectedly, Chen Ran followed closely behind him, suddenly rushed forward, and stabbed his throat with a gun.
The hundred households held the gun barrel with both hands, their eyes widened, their tongues sticking out, and they struggled not to fall. Chen Ran raised his kick and kicked him over, then stood back beside Guo Ning.
In an instant, Guo Ning took dozens of steps forward. In front of him, on the left and right, there were all messy horses, and their dark figures obscured the scene further away. I saw countless wolf-like enemies shouting wildly and rushing towards me.
Guo Ning turned around and saw Ni Yizheng holding a red military flag high and catching up quickly. The surrounding soldiers were lined up in several rows, standing side by side. Dozens and hundreds of long spears and iron spears were pointed out densely, like a steel jungle, or like some kind of crawling giant beast, with sharp claws and claws sticking out.
He laughed and said lightly: "Leave these messy people to Li Erlang to kill, and we will move on."
A hundred steps behind him, Li Ting howled and shouted at the top of his lungs: "Follow me! Follow me!"
A hundred steps behind Li Ting, Han Xuan watched as the Qingqi from both wings of the Mongolian army gathered around him, nearly a thousand of them. These cavalry bypassed the muddy land and rushed over from both sides. The speed of the war horses reached the limit.
When they approached rapidly, their momentum was terrifying. It reminded Han Xuan of the bloody mist that filled the battlefield at Yehuling, and of the time when he saw the Mongolian army's light cavalry outflanking them, and was so frightened that he lost his mind.
He straightened his back, looked left and right with disdain, and then slightly quickened his pace: "Keep moving forward, don't let Li Erlang throw you away."
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