"Everyone, please pay attention. When you hear me shouting 'charge', take cover, fight and retreat, and then go down the mountain to get your horses and retreat."
Ma Zhenyuan whispered instructions to the servants around him.
Seeing that everyone nodded to show that they understood, he shouted loudly: "You guys go to the left, you go to the right, outflank the Tatars, and the rest charge with me. Charge..."
He didn't care whether the Tatars on the other side could understand Chinese, or whether he would give the opponent a false shot.
There were several arrows stuck on the side sign, and the arrow feathers were still trembling, but he still relied on the cover of the side sign and the trees to keep shooting arrows towards the opposite side.
Ma Zhenyuan knew in his heart that if he turned around and fled without caring about the Tatars behind him, he would probably be annihilated.
We can only protect each other, fight while retreating, and try to make the Tatars on the opposite side stop in spite of the difficulties.
"ah!"
Suddenly there was another loud shout.
As soon as a servant turned around and tried to escape, he was shot by a Tatar's crescent-shaped arrow. The chisel-shaped arrow penetrated the side of his head and penetrated through the other side of his felt hat. The blood and brain were like splotches. It splashed out like tofu.
The servant couldn't help but die for a moment. He threw himself on the wet grass and just wailed miserably.
The hair on Ma Zhenyuan's body stood up when he saw a figure appearing on the opposite side. He was wearing bulging armor and his helmet was covered with black tassels.
Behind him was a small two-foot-square natural flag, but it was a Bashiku-level presence in the Tatar army opposite.
At first glance, he is wearing triple armor, which has even better protection.
This man was holding a large Tatar bow, the string had just been loosened, he had a strong back and a strong back, his face was covered with scars, and his expression was full of cruelty and bloodlust.
Before Ma Zhenyuan could think deeply, his heart sank again.
Next to the figure of the Tatar Bashiku, another man in the same clothes appeared. He had a rat beard, a shiny face, and a look of cruelty in his eyes.
What he was holding was actually a twelve-power bow. The bowstring was pulled past his ear, and there was another thick and long arrow on the bow.
As soon as his big hand was loosened, the sound of the bow string trembled like a storm, and the rapid arrows brought up water and air currents.
A servant, with a horrified look on his face, held up his sign to block, but the arrow shot through the sign with great force, and even penetrated his arm that was covered with the sign.
The servant yelled miserably, and the door suddenly opened, and another crescent-shaped arrow shot from the opposite side. It entered from the door in front of him, passed through the back of his head, and fell to the ground with a crash, rolling on the muddy ground. The grassy slope just twitched.
It turned out that the two Tatar Pashiku cooperated with each other, and their timing was simply superb.
Soon after the rise of Jianzhou Jurchen, they called themselves "Manchuria", which means "powerful arrows", and they were known to dominate Liaodong with their archery.
And these vests and soldiers who came out to scout had outstanding shooting skills and a keen awareness of the battle situation.
Seeing that just a moment after the battle, there were seven casualties on one's own side, but only one Tatar died on the opposite side.
Ma Zhenyuan secretly hated him, but he was helpless. He shouted loudly: "Sun Dongri, Su Shigao, take them away first, and someone will come and stop them!"
Sun Dongri hesitated for a moment and shouted: "Master Ma, if you want to leave, let's go together!"
He took out a fire stick and blew it, then set up a three-eyed blunderbuss on the branch, and said bitterly: "You donkey ball, fight with the Tatars!"
At this time, another scream suddenly came from behind everyone, as well as the muffled neighing of the war horses. It turned out that the Tatar soldiers who were ambushing on one side moved to the rear wing.
Listening to the noise, the three servants responsible for guarding the war horses are probably destined to be in trouble at this moment.
Su Shigao trembled a little and said: "Let's try hard, today the ball is in the sky."
On the other side, Qian Yusheng was clinging to a big tree with a pale face. As a newly selected servant, today's sentinel battle was too exciting for him.
When they were fighting in the battle formation, they didn't realize it, but now that they were fighting hand to hand, they realized how ferocious and powerful the Tatar vest was.
Everyone fought and retreated, using the cover of trees to shoot arrows from time to time. Ma Zhenyuan, Zheng Zhitai and other old men did not stop, but still responded calmly.
The arrows they fired were also aimed at the opponent's throat and face, which posed a great threat, so that the pursuing Tatar soldiers did not dare to be too unscrupulous.
Especially the roar of the three-eyed muskets just now smashed the heads of the two exposed Tatars on the opposite side, and the brains and blood flew everywhere.
Arrows were flying and whizzing back and forth, and the red-flag-emblazoned vests on the mountain were chasing after them unhurriedly.
Their cooperation was very tacit. Some people in the front used the cover of trees and shields to shoot arrows, while the Tatars in the back followed with cold soldiers.
Hatches, iron whips, iron hammers, wild goose-wing knives, tiger spears, pick knives, etc., are all weapons of war.
Under the command of the two Fende Bashiku, they were waiting for the opportunity to engage in close combat.
Only then did everyone see clearly that there were actually more than a dozen Tatars with red flags in the mountains, forests and ruined temples.
If we look at the numbers of both sides alone, they are indeed comparable to them, but there is a big difference in combat power between the two sides.
"Ah! Ah!"
Two screams and howls were heard, and two more servants were shot by Tatar arrows.
The remaining servant was in a panic when he saw a handful of iron bones thrown at him quickly and hit him hard. The sound of bones breaking was heard. A large mouthful of blood spurted out and the servant fell heavily to the ground.
There was a gust of wind, and the man in the red flag-emblazoned vest holding the wild goose-wing knife rushed forward ferociously. His body was heavy and powerful, as powerful as a wild boar.
The servant hurriedly struggled to get up, drew out his wild goose feather sword, and stepped forward to fight. He roared from his red flag-encrusted vest and slashed down with a powerful blow.
The Yan Wing Knife he uses is quite similar to the Yan Ling Knife, but the head is slightly larger, the back is thick and the knife is heavy, and it has double grooves, making it very suitable for chopping.
After the rise of the Jurchens in Jianzhou, most of the infantry in their army used wild goose-wing knives.
Seeing how ferocious the Tatar was, a trace of fear flashed in the servant's eyes. The Yanling Saber in his hand was too thin in comparison. He did not dare to confront the Tatar's Wild Goose Wing Saber head-on, so he easily changed his stance to teasing.
Unexpectedly, the Tatar with the red flag used his waist strength to slash, and the heavy blade hit the servant's neck on the side. Scarlet blood suddenly splashed up like a fountain, and the servant's head flew away. go out.
On the other side, Su Shigao had just dodged away from a tree when his body suddenly trembled and his back felt sore and wet. It was obvious that he had been hit by an arrow.
Instantly, he felt weak all over his body, as if all his strength was disappearing with the loss of blood.
Seeing two Tatars armed with iron hammers and tiger spears chasing after him, he gritted his teeth, saw the right moment, roared out from behind the tree, raised the three-eyed blunderbuss in his hand, and Huozhezi aimed at them.
There was an explosion of "Bang!"
The body of the Tatar vest holding the hammer suddenly stopped, and the smoke dissipated. Su Shigao saw that a big hole suddenly appeared in the chest of the Tatar soldier. With a bang, he fell down and made no sound again.
