"Dongdongdongdongdong..." A dull collision sounded on the surface of the shield, which showed how powerful the arrows carried.

However, no matter how powerful the arrow is, it is impossible to penetrate and seize their own heavy shields. The whistling arrows are either bounced away directly by the heavy shields, or are stuck on the shields without moving...

Even so, the arrows shot by the Tartars still did not stop.

Because these Tartars were confident, it was impossible for the Ming army outside the fort to attack with their shields. After they advanced to a certain distance, they would get rid of the shields and launch a final attack on the city wall. At that time, it was the best time to shoot the Ming army with a large number of bows and arrows.

However, the every move of the Ming army outside the fort was once again beyond the Tartars' expectations.

After pushing forward thirty steps forward again with the arrow, the iron hedgehog composed of spearmen from hundreds of Ming army stopped.

Not only that, after a brief pause, the spear array, which was tightly wrapped in shields, began to retreat step by step.

"Did the Ming army know that it is impossible for him to break through the rain of arrows he shot, take the initiative to retreat, and give up attacking Santun Castle..." Niu Lu Zhang Jing, who frowned quickly, said to himself.

From beginning to end, Niu Luzhang Kyoto, who had been blinded by anger, did not feel that this was a conspiracy against him by the Ming army outside the fort, and it was a simple conspiracy that could not be simpler.

The Ming army suddenly retreated, and the Tartars, who were preparing for a battle, quickly showed a look of disappointment on their faces.

It was as if it had been discussed in advance, and at the same time, it focused its attention on Niu Lu Zhangjing, waiting for Niu Lu Zhangjing to issue a fort counterattack order to everyone as he had promised to everyone just now.

Seeing that the Ming army outside the fort was about to withdraw from the range of bows and arrows, Niu Lu Zhangjing finally showed a firm expression on his face.

He shouted to his subordinates, "Soldiers, it's time for revenge. Now I order you to attack immediately and kill all the Han people outside the castle..."

"Open the city gate and attack..."

"Cruff..." A long friction sounded at the door, and two thick wooden doors were slowly opened with the joint efforts of several Tartars.

Just when the gate was just enough to accommodate a war horse, Niu Lu Zhangjing, the first to ride a war horse, directly knocked the stirrups hard on the horse's belly with his feet. Suddenly, the pain-inducing war horse made a long neigh, raised its horse's hooves, rushed out of the city gate at an increasingly rapid speed, and chased towards the long spear formation that was retreating quickly outside the city.

The hundreds of Tatar cavalry following closely followed were unwilling to fall behind and rushed to chase them.

For a moment, the deafening sound of horse hooves sounded like thunder, and it sounded at the gate of Santunbao City.

In order to show more realistically, the Tartars who were chasing themselves behind them did not doubt themselves. Hundreds of spearmen were like defeated soldiers who felt the threat of death, and directly discarded the heavy shields that affected their marching speed, regardless of their formation, and flocked to retreat to the rear.

Seeing this, Niu Lu Zhang Jing's last worry was gone.

He used the stirrup to hit the belly of the war horse hard again, speeded up, waved the saber in his hand, and screamed and chased towards the direction they thought the "Ming Army" fleeing.

In a blink of an eye, the distance between the two troops changed from more than 100 steps just now to less than 100 steps now.

What's more, some Tartars had a sneer full of sarcasm on their faces, and they only used their feet to tighten the horse's back to ensure their body was stable. Then, they picked up the longbow on their backs and bent their bows to hit the arrows. Once the Ming army entered the range of their bows, they would mercilessly shoot arrows that had already been hit by the bowstring.

Even if he had six tiger cannons to cheer, Wei Zheng did not want to face the Tartar cavalry directly.

Because the charge speed of the Tartar cavalry is too fast, even if the six tiger cannons take three-stage shooting, it is impossible to cause too much damage to the fast-moving Tartar cavalry in a short period of time.

More importantly, when all six tiger cannons were shot, the fast-moving Tartars might have rushed directly opposite him. In addition, since their formation, their subordinates had never had any experience in fighting against the Tartar cavalry. Wei Zheng was very worried that the Tartar cavalry would rush to everyone with the rumbling horse hooves, and his subordinates would be frightened and collapsed directly.

Therefore, in order to avoid facing the Tatar cavalry directly, Wei Zheng specially selected the battlefield on a slope outside Santun Fort.

If the Tartars want to fight head-on and destroy themselves, they must get rid of the mountain road and attack the slope from the foot of the mountain.

Anyone with some military knowledge knows that when a feint attacks the slope, the war horses will not only have no promotion effect, but will also become a drag on the offensive troops.

Therefore, in order to annihilate oneself, the Tartars would definitely give up their war horses and launch an attack on themselves on foot.

Just as the Tartars were pursuing the whole way, they watched the Ming army enter the range of their bows and arrows.

They who had been running along the mountain road actually gave up the mountain road and rushed to a slope next to the mountain road.

At this moment, although the distance between the two armies has not increased, because the terrain of the Tiger and Leopard Army is getting higher and higher, and the range of the bow and arrows is far lower than that of the flat shooting, the Tartars holding the bow and arrow have to give up shooting with the bow and arrow for long-range shooting.

So a look of disappointment appeared on the faces of these Tartars again.

Hundreds of Tartar cavalry gathered in a mighty manner behind the foot of the mountain, and hundreds of spearmen had already rushed to the highest point of the hillside.

Then, with the angrily eyes of these Tartar cavalry, they quickly formed a new spear formation. They were as if they were demonstrating to themselves, looking at themselves with a condescending face and mocking.

The Ming army on the top of the mountain repeatedly provoked him, but he did not even kill a single Ming army.

Faced with the rapid aggrievance, anger, and various complex moods in his heart, Niu Lu Zhang Jing's face turned red. He looked like an angry lion, completely losing his mind.

After jumping off the war horse cleanly, he roared loudly: "All soldiers dismounted, attacked the Ming army on foot on the top of the mountain, wiped them out, and avenged their previous shame..."

"Warriors, attack..."

The Ming army was cowardly, low in combat power, greedy for life and fear of death... all kinds of despised by the world had already penetrated into the hearts of these Tartars.

Therefore, facing the "Ming Army" that had formed a formation on the top of the mountain, none of the Tartars retreated, followed Niu Lu Zhangjing, waved their weapons, and rushed towards the top of the mountain with a scream.

In the eyes of these Tartars, the hundreds of spearmen guarding the top of the mountain were not soldiers armed to the teeth, but a group of lambs to be slaughtered without the slightest ability to counterattack.

On the top of the mountain, a hundred people held their hands tightly and stared at the Tartars at the foot of the mountain.

Wei Zheng, who was standing behind the spear formation, showed a confident smile on his face.

Just behind the spear formation, in front of Wei Zheng, six reloaded tiger cannons were fixed in place. As long as the Tartars entered the range, they could fire the cannon immediately and shoot a dense rain-like lead bullet at the Tartars.

Not only that, a total of four hundred shots were also distributed to each long-time hot-seller.

Eighty steps... Sixty steps... Forty steps...

A hundred people can already see the hideous face of the Tartars through their eyes. In the swarming Tartars' offensive formation, many archers have begun to bend their bows and arrows, preparing to shoot themselves who are guarding the top of the mountain.

Wei Zheng was full of seriousness and was also the long-lost order of all spearmen, and finally reached every long-lost ear.

"The spear formation, take five steps back... the artillery platoon will ignite the fire immediately and carry out three-stage shooting on the Tartars."

Six tiger cannons buried in the soil, leaving only the muzzle and the ignition rope, just exposed their black holes to the Tartars. Two fuses extending out of the gun barrel were ignited, and two sparks flashed and quickly extended to the gun barrel.

Just as Mars suddenly disappeared in front of everyone, two deafening explosions suddenly sounded in the chambers of the two tiger lords. Then, two balls of fireball mixed with thick white smoke gushed out from the black hole muzzle.

Although Wei Zheng could not see the dense lead bombs flying out of the muzzle, the attacked Tartars were the best target to test the specific power of the two shotguns.

Therefore, the moment the cannon sounded, Wei Zheng turned his gaze to the Tartars who were dozens of steps away.

The Tiger Cannon can easily penetrate a layer of iron armor worn by the Tartars outside forty steps, which was personally tested by Wei Zheng on the artillery training ground. Therefore, Wei Zheng was very confident in this round of artillery attacks.
Chapter completed!