The situation on the battlefield seems to be slowly starting to favor the Tartars. As the number of Tartars decreased, the hit rate began to decrease. Although from time to time, there are also tartars that are hit by stones and roll directly down the hillside. However, there were still a considerable number of Tartars that managed to climb up. Those hooks and ropes, which can effectively help the tartars avoid the stones, is also one of their unique skills.

Seeing that the Tartars were getting closer and closer to the beacon pier, Ming Hao and his subordinates all felt a heart, and they were in their throats. Their only hope now is Xu Xingxia and his white-clothed army. If the white-clothed army can't stop the Tartars from coming up, the beacon pier of Karon Mountain will be finished. However, can Xu Xingxia and his white-clothed army continue to block the advance of the Tartars? Seriously, Minghao and his subordinates don't have enough confidence.

Soon after, the Tartars were already within the range of forty feet. Xu Xingxia held a black feather arrow and wanted to shoot it, but after thinking about it, he put the black feather arrow down again. The number of Black Feather Arrows was limited, and he didn't want to waste them. Since the Tartar is climbing uphill, he condescendingly releases the arrows, and the lethality of the ordinary Yanling arrows is enough.

When Ming Hao saw Xu Xingxia's movements, he thought that Xu Xingxia was worried that his arrow was inaccurate and he had no confidence, so he put down the bow again. It seems that this guy only knows how to scare people, and he doesn't have much ability, let alone archery. Ming Hao is actually not very confident in his archery skills, but he feels that he is always stronger than Xu Xingxia. So, intentionally or unintentionally, he picked up the bow, bent the bow and set up an arrow, and shot an arrow.

Obviously, at such a distance, Ming Hao's own archery skills cannot meet such requirements. Even if it is a condescending arrow, the distance of forty zhang is very exquisite. The goose feather arrow he shot barely landed next to the target Tartar, but the accuracy was far from the same. Because of his poor accuracy, the Tartar, whom he chose as a target, did not even notice that someone was firing arrows at him, and continued to climb up vigorously.

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

The arrow that Minghao shot, they all saw. This level of archery skills obviously can't get into their eyes. They were originally worried that they would suffer from the bow and arrow counterattack of the defenders of the Beacon Pier, but they did not expect that the defenders' counterattack would be so strong. So, they were immediately relieved. The archery skills of the defenders are also at the level of the normal Ming army.

Even Minghao himself felt a little embarrassed. After shooting this arrow, he did not have the face to continue to put the second arrow. He was in too much of a hurry. He always felt that he had no strengths in front of Xu Xingxia, and he was always pressed by him, so he had to find a chance to get it back. Unexpectedly, the face was not saved, but continued to make a fool of himself.

Soon after, a tartar entered the range of about 30 zhang. Minghao couldn't help but think about archery again, and finally gave up. Even though he was only thirty feet away, he still didn't have enough confidence in himself. To accurately shoot the target at a distance of thirty zhang, it is simply impossible for an ordinary archer to do it.

These Tartars who can climb up are the elite of the elite. They fought not on orders from their superiors, but to avenge their comrades. Therefore, they are the defenders who hate the beacon pier so much. As a result, their morale is very high, and even if they suffer heavy casualties, they will not retreat easily.

In the long years of fighting, these Tartars have indeed exercised good skills. The rest of these tartars, climbing on the hillside, are almost as agile as monkeys. The defenders kept throwing stones downward, but they could not get rid of them, and they were like wild wolves, getting closer and closer to the beacon mound.

Xu Xingxia's expression was unwavering, and he slowly buckled a goose feather arrow, aimed at the nearest tartar, and let go of his hand lightly.

"Whoosh!"

The arrows roared away.

"Definitely miss ......"

Minghao's heart whispered to himself.

As a result, the tartar suddenly froze, and the hand holding the rope couldn't help but let go, and rolled straight down the hillside. However, because he still had a rope tied to his waist, after rolling a little more than half a distance, his body was pulled by the rope and could not continue to slide, so he hung on the hillside and did not move.

Yan Ling's arrow hit the Tartar in the forehead accurately. Because he climbed up, the area of his head was very large, and Xu Xingxia's arrow went directly to his head. Xu Xingxia estimated that with the power of Yanling's arrow, he could not be shot directly to death. The human skull was very hard, and the Ming army's Yanling arrow arrows were of poor quality and could not penetrate the skull at all. However, a serious injury is enough. After being seriously injured, he rolled back down the hillside, and if he could still pick up a surname, it would definitely be an eye-opener for the shaman he believed in.

"Huh? Shot? ”

Minghao quietly closed his mouth.

"Huh?" Mo Yuegen also suddenly screamed softly.

It turned out that he just caught a glimpse of the arrow shot by Xu Xingxia. No detail on the battlefield can compare to his deep-set eyes. There is nothing special about the Yan Ling Arrow, what is special is that the fierce Yan Ling Arrow just hit the head of the Tartar. He would never believe it was a coincidence. In fact, he never believed in coincidence. He could conclude that among the defenders of the beacon pier, there was a man with good archery skills. Perhaps, this person is the commander of the Beacon Pier, the one who caused his subordinates to suffer heavy losses.

"He's not going to be shit lucky, is he?"

Ming Hao was a little embarrassed, and whispered in his heart.

He originally thought that Xu Xingxia's personal skills were not very good, and he dared to fight directly against Tartar by relying on powerful firearms, but he didn't expect that his archery skills were actually quite good. At such a distance, an arrow actually hit the Tartar's skull. Actually, he knows very well that this is definitely not a coincidence. It's just that he's a little reluctant to admit it.

"Whoosh!"

Xu Xingxia raised his hand and threw another arrow.

The goose feather arrow roared away, hitting the target accurately.

Another tartar, with an arrow in the skull, rolled straight down the hillside.

In order to save black feather arrows, Xu Xingxia used ordinary goose feather arrows. In terms of the number of Yanling arrows, the preparation of the beacon pier is still relatively sufficient, and he can squander it to his heart's content. If it is on flat ground, the lethality of the wild goose arrows is not enough. However, this time he released the arrow condescendingly, and the power of the Yanling arrow suddenly increased a lot. What's more, what he needed was not to hit the Tartars hard, but to shoot them. As long as they are shot, they are finished.

Guided by the concept of non-lethal killing, the more wounded the Tartars were, the heavier their burden and the fewer troops they could use on the front line. If there were 500 wounded in the ranks of the Tartars, then at least 1,000 Tartars had to carry the wounded on their backs when they marched. In other words, a thousand Tartars could not take part in the battle.

Of course, the Tartars had a large number of war horses, which could help camels to transport the wounded, but the regular care of the wounded must be indispensable. Just taking care of these wounded is a very troublesome thing. The number of wounded is too large to bear on the movement of the troops. At the same time, the number of wounded is too large, which also has a fatal effect on the morale of the troops.

After shooting two Tartars in a row, Ming Hao and his subordinates' understanding of Xu Xingxia completely changed. They began to believe that this Xu Baihu in front of them was definitely not an ordinary person. His archery skills were so sharp, so precise, that it was as if he were magical. After shooting the Tartar, he behaved so calmly, as if it were not the same thing at all. It seems that there are definitely a lot of Tartars who died in his hands.

If you change to the ordinary Ming army archers and can successfully shoot one or two Tartars, it is already quite gratifying. Even if he doesn't call out, his expression will show it. However, they couldn't see any expression on Xu Xingxia's face. It was as if he had shot not a Tartar at all, but a hare or pheasant. Their most conservative estimate is that there are at least ten or more Tartars who died in Xu Xingxia's hands. Perhaps, twenty.

"Whoosh!"

"Whoosh!"

"Whoosh!"

Xu Xingxia had three arrows in a row.

In the blink of an eye, three more Tartars died under the arrows of the wild goose.

The condescending release of the arrow allowed Xu Xingxia to shoot the Yanling arrow without spending too much effort. As for the quasi-head, there is no need to think about it at all. He is not shooting arrows with his eyes, but with his heart. The moment the Yanling arrow buckles the bowstring, it is equivalent to locking on the target. As soon as the target moves, there is no chance for the target to escape.

Pity those Tartars who climbed up, they didn't expect that there would be such a perverted archer in the beacon pier. The Tartars who climbed the fastest didn't have time to react at all, and they had already died under Xu Xingxia's arrows. The Tartars in the back also suffered Xu Xingxia's ruthless blows, and after a while, there were more than 30 Tartars who fell on the hillside with arrows. The other Tartars had to stop climbing.

No matter how angry they were, how strong their revenge was, they had to be temporarily restrained in the face of the accurate and ferocious Yan Ling Arrow. If you give away your own life, it's useless to say anything! Tartars are also people, and of course they also cherish their surnames. If there is no need, who wants to die?

At the same time, there is already a slight coolness in their hearts. After all, this time, the counterattack of the beacon pier was not a firearm, but a bow and arrow. The archery skills of the defenders were beyond the expectations of most of the Tartars. Idiots know that people with such archery skills are definitely not simple people. This time, they definitely met a tough opponent.

(To be continued)