[Chapter 186] You definitely have encountered a strong opponent!

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【Today's fourth update is delivered!】

The situation on the battlefield seemed to be gradually becoming beneficial to the Tartars. As the number of stones dropped by the beacon trough decreased, the hit rate began to decrease. Although from time to time, Tartars were hit by stones and rolled down from the hillside. However, a considerable number of Tartars successfully climbed up. The hooks and ropes could effectively help the Tartars avoid stones, which was also one of their unique skills.

Seeing the Tartars getting closer and closer to Fenghuodun, Minghao and his subordinates felt a heart and raised it to their throats. Their only hope now is Xu Xingxia and his white-clothed army. If the White-clothed army cannot stop the Tartars from coming up, the Kalong Mountain Fenghuodun will be over. But can Xu Xingxia and his white-clothed army continue to stop the Tartars' advance? To be honest, Minghao and his subordinates do not have enough confidence.

Not long after, Tartars had already entered the range of forty feet. Xu Xingxia locked a black feather arrow and wanted to shoot it out. Later, after thinking about it, he put the black feather arrow down. The number of black feather arrows was limited, and he did not want to waste the black feather arrow. Since Tartars came up a hill, he shot arrows from a high place, and the lethality of ordinary goose-feather arrows was enough.

When Minghao saw Xu Xingxia's actions, he thought Xu Xingxia was worried that his arrow was inaccurate and had no confidence, so he put down the bent bow. It seemed that this guy was also a man who only knew how to scare people. He did not have much ability, and his archery skills were even worse. Minghao was actually not very confident in his archery skills, but he felt that he was always stronger than Xu Xingxia. So he deliberately or unintentionally picked up the bent bow, bent the bow and took the arrow, and shot it out.

Obviously, at such a distance, Minghao's own archery skills could not meet such requirements. Even the distance between condescending arrows was 40 meters very carefully, and the arm strength and accurate head were very carefully. The geese-length arrow he shot barely landed beside the target Tartar, but the accurate head was far different. Because the accurate head was too poor, the Tartar, who was chosen as the target, did not even notice that someone was shooting arrows at him and continued to climb up vigorously.

"Huza's archery doesn't seem to be very good!" Bachlu said contemptuously.

They saw the arrow that Minghao shot out. Such an archery level was obviously not in their eyes. They were originally worried that they would be counterattacked by the Fenghuodun defenders, but they did not expect that the counterattack of the defenders was as strong as that. So they immediately felt relieved. Such archery skills of the defenders were of the normal level of the Ming army.

Even Minghao himself felt a little embarrassed. After shooting this arrow, he had no face to continue shooting the second arrow. He was too anxious. He always felt that he had no strengths in front of Xu Xingxia and was always suppressed by him, so he wanted to find an opportunity to save it. Unexpectedly, he did not save it, but continued to make a fool of himself.

Not long after, a Tartar entered the range of about thirty feet. Minghao couldn't help but think about shooting archery again and finally gave up. Even if he was only thirty feet away, he still did not have enough confidence in himself. It would be impossible for ordinary archers to accurately hit the target outside the distance of thirty feet.

These Tartars who were able to climb up were all elites among the elites. They did not fight because of the orders of their superiors, but to avenge their companions. Therefore, they hated the defenders of Fenghuodun. This led to their morale being very high, and even if they suffered huge casualties, they would not retreat easily.

During the years of war, these Tartars have indeed developed good skills. The remaining Tartars were as agile as monkeys when climbing on the hillside. The defenders kept throwing stones downwards, but they were still unable to expel them. They were like wild wolves, getting closer and closer to the beacon.

Xu Xingxia looked unpredictable, and slowly tapped a goose-feathered arrow, aimed at the closest Tartar, and reached the full moon, letting go.

"Swoosh!"

The geese-feathered arrow roared away.

"It definitely doesn't hit..."

Minghao's heart quietly talked to himself.

As a result, the Tartar suddenly stopped, held the rope's hand, and couldn't help but let go, rolling down the hillside. However, because he was still tied with a rope around his waist, after rolling a distance of half, his body was pulled by the rope and could not continue to slide down, so he hung on the hillside and stopped moving.

The Yanling arrow accurately shot the Tartar's forehead. Because he climbed up, the area of ​​his head was very large, and Xu Xingxia's arrow head went straight to his forehead. Xu Xingxia estimated that with the power of the Yanling arrow, he could not directly shoot him to death. The human skull was very hard, and the Ming army's Yanling arrow arrow arrow was too poor to penetrate the skull at all. However, it was enough to be seriously injured. After the serious injury, he kept rolling back from the hillside. If he could still save his life, it would definitely be the shaman he believed in.

"Ah? Shot?"

Minghao quietly closed his mouth.

"Huh?" Mo Rigen suddenly screamed softly.

It turned out that he had just caught a glimpse of the arrow shot by Xu Xingxia. Any details on the battlefield were not as good as his deep-sleeping eyes. There was nothing special about the Yanling arrow, especially the fierce Yanling arrow shot the head of the Tartar. He would never believe it was a coincidence. In fact, he never believed it. He could conclude that there was a man's archery technique in the defenders of Fenghuodun, which was quite good. Perhaps this person was the chief general of Fenghuodun, the person who caused his subordinates to suffer heavy losses.

"He's not lucky, is he?"

Minghao was a little ashamed and said quietly in his heart.

He originally thought that Xu Xingxia had a bad personal ability. He relied entirely on powerful muskets to fight against the Tartars directly. Unexpectedly, his archery skills were quite good. At such a long distance, he actually shot the Tartars in the head with one arrow. In fact, he knew very well that this was definitely not a coincidence. However, he was a little reluctant to admit it.

"Swoosh!"

Xu Xingxia raised her hand and let out another arrow.

The geese-ling arrow roared away and hit the target accurately.

Another Tartar was caught in an arrow and rolled down from the hillside.

In order to save the black feather arrows, Xu Xingxia used ordinary geese-ling arrows. In terms of the number of geese-ling arrows, the preparations for Fenghuodun are relatively sufficient, and he can squander the lethality of the geese-ling arrows. However, this time he shot the arrows from a high position, and the power of the geese-ling arrows suddenly increased a lot. What's more, what he needed was not to severely damage the Tartars, but to shoot them. As long as they were shot, they would be done.

Under the guidance of the concept of non-fatal killing, the more wounded the Tartars, the heavier the burden they will be, and the smaller the troops they can use on the front line. If there are five hundred wounded people in the Tartars team, then at least one thousand Tartars will need to bear the wounded when marching. In other words, there are a total of one thousand Tartars who cannot participate in the battle.

Of course, the Tartars have a large number of war horses that can help camels transport wounded, but the daily care of the wounded must be indispensable. Taking care of these wounded people alone is a very troublesome thing. The number of wounded people is a huge burden on the movement of the troops. At the same time, too many wounded people will also have a fatal impact on the morale of the troops.

After shooting two Tartars in a row, Minghao and his subordinates completely changed their understanding of Xu Xingxia. They began to believe that the Xu Baihu in front of them was definitely not an ordinary person. His archery skills were so sharp and so precise, as if he was doing magic. After shooting the Tartars, his performance was so calm, as if he didn't take it seriously. It seemed that there were definitely many Tartars who died in his hands.

If an ordinary Ming army archer could successfully shoot one or two Tartars, it would be quite happy. Even if he didn't scream, his expression would be revealed. However, they could not see any expression on Xu Xingxia's face. It seemed that he was not shooting a Tartar at all, but a hare or a pheasant. Their most conservative estimate was that there were at least ten Tartars who died at Xu Xingxia's hands. Maybe there were twenty Tartars.

"Swoosh!"

"Swoosh!"

"Swoosh!"

Xu Xingxia has three more arrows in a row.

In a blink of an eye, three more Tartars were killed under the geese-feathered arrow.

The condescending arrows allowed Xu Xingxia to shoot the Yanling arrow without spending too much effort. As for the accurate head, there was no need to consider it. He was not shooting arrows with his eyes, but shooting arrows with his heart. The moment the Yanling arrow was buckled on the bowstring, it was equivalent to locking the target. As long as he took action, the target would have no chance to escape.

Poor those Tartars who climbed up did not expect that there would be such a perverted archer in Fenghuodun. The fastest Tartars had no time to react and died under Xu Xingxia's arrow. The Tartars behind were also ruthlessly hit by Xu Xingxia. In a short while, more than 30 Tartars were caught in the arrow and fell on the hillside. Other Tartars had to stop climbing.

No matter how angry, revenge, or how strong they are, they have to temporarily curb their lives in front of the accurate and cruel Yanling arrow. If they are sent away, it will be useless to say anything! Tartars are also humans, and of course they also cherish their lives. There is no need, who is willing to die?

At the same time, a little chill had appeared in their hearts. After all, this time, Fenghuodun's counterattack was not a firearm, but a bow and arrow. The archery skills of the defenders were beyond the expectations of most Tartars. Idiots knew that people with such archery skills were definitely not simple characters. This time, they definitely encountered a powerful opponent.
Chapter completed!