Originally, in the daytime battle, the Tatars suffered such heavy casualties, and the remaining Tatar cavalry did not have much fighting spirit. They originally came to get benefits, not to commit suicide and die in vain. In the battle just now, so many companions fell under the guns of the white-clothed army, and it would be false to say that they were not afraid. The reason why he still followed Gugrad to kill was purely deterred by Gugal himself. Now, Gugrad himself is dead, and they continue to rush forward, isn't that a fool?

"Damn it!"

Gugler stood up fiercely.

Before he realized it, there was an anomaly around him.

"Give it all to me!"

Gugler brandished his golden sword and roared viciously.

As a result, the next scene made him stunned. At his command, the Tatars beside him, instead of continuing to rush forward, quietly retreated. Except for the sword guards beside him, the other Tatars were all retreating! Even if the light on the battlefield is very bad, he can be sure of this.

It was an incredible scene. The Tatars, who have always been tough, did not listen to his command and wanted to escape! If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, Gugler couldn't have believed it. After a moment, he realized that it was his own actions that had misunderstood the Tatars. Their psychological defenses, at that moment, all collapsed.

"Damn it!"

"What kind of pervert am I encountering?"

Gugler couldn't help but curse fiercely. He didn't expect that just falling forward would cause his subordinates to have a psychological breakdown. It seems that the daytime battle is indeed too serious for them. For a long time, the nerves of the Tatars were much thicker and stronger than those of the Han people. With the same casualty ratio, the Tatars could still hold on to fighting, but the Han army had already collapsed. Under his command, there is no precedent for the Tatars to collapse first! Unexpectedly, I actually encountered it today!

Alas, it is no wonder that his subordinates have to escape. Those damn Ming troops, the guns they used, were indeed a little too powerful. so powerful that the Tatars felt that there was no possibility of victory. Even he can only fight at night to try to redeem the defeat. The average Tatar, without the strong nerves of his Gugrad, can still support it until now. The moment he himself "fell", the other Tatars decided to run away.

Fortunately, there were still two or three hundred Tatars by his side, willing to follow him and continue the charge. These two or three hundred men were the sword riders who had followed him. They are all carefully selected warriors from Gugler, and they are very loyal to Gugler, and they will never retreat easily. Their hand-to-hand combat skills are outstanding. Even if there were only two or three hundred people, as long as they touched into the camp of the Ming army, they could easily kill all the Ming army. Even, not two or three hundred, only twenty or thirty people are enough.

"Keep going!"

Gugler shouted without hesitation.

With only two or three hundred sword horses, he continued to kill the white-clothed army.

In order to maintain the suddenness of the attack, Gugler and the sword riders around him were very light in their footsteps and very agile in their movements. In a matter of moments, they shortened the distance between themselves and the white-clothed army to less than fifty zhang. At such a distance, the torches on the white-clothed army's side car already had a faint firelight, shining here. At the same time, the Tatars were able to dimly see the movements of the Ming musketeers behind the van.

It's a pity that they are all sword riders, not good at bows and arrows, and unable to shoot from a distance. Otherwise, as long as the distance is shortened to twenty zhang, they will have a chance to return fire. Those damned archers, all cowards, ran away in a cowardly manner! Gugler subconsciously touched the curved bow and arrows behind his back. The distance of fifty zhang is still a bit far for him. If it's thirty zhang, he can barely give it a try.

"Whoosh!"

Suddenly, a bolt of lightning flew in.

"Ahh

One of Gugrad's Tatar riders fell to the ground with an arrow.

The black feather arrow hit the left side of his lower abdomen, and the huge arrow pierced out from behind, and a large amount of blood beads dripped from the arrow. Because it did not hurt the vital point, the Tatar rider was not immediately fatal, but just fell to the ground, rolling in pain. Blood kept gushing out of the wound, and it was really a spring of blood.

"Damn it!"

"It's Xu Xingxia again!"

Gugler was suddenly shaken.

It's a black feather arrow! The legendary Black Feather Arrow!

Gugler would never be mistaken, the arrow inserted into the body of the Tatar swordman was a black feather arrow! Black arrow feathers, black shafts, black arrows. From beginning to end, it's dark and shiny! For this black feather arrow, the Tartar of the Hellergin tribe, is no stranger. Before Gugrad, there were already a lot of Tatars who suffered from the loss of the Black Feather Arrow.

If the Tatars of the Khalgin tribe in the past lived a high life in front of the Han people, then after the appearance of this black feather arrow, they lived a hellish life. The Tatars who died under this black feather arrow, plus their own losses this time, even if there are not three thousand, there are two thousand.

With such a unique arrowhead, almost no Tatar would not be able to distinguish it. Seeing this black feather arrow, it can be concluded that Xu Xingxia has already set his sights on their group of people. If you continue to rush forward, there will definitely be more black feather arrows flying in. As the distance shortens, their presence becomes more and more obvious. In front of the Black Feather Arrows, they are the targets that move. No one can guarantee that the next shot of the black feather arrow will not be himself.

For a moment, Gugler was really a little hesitant. Just now, he almost forgot that this Xu Xingxia started with a bow and arrow. It wasn't until he saw the black feather arrow that he remembered that the Ming army led by Xu Xingxia was equipped with powerful muskets, but he himself used bows and arrows. There is inaccurate gossip that at the beginning, when Mo Yuegen went south, he suffered a secret loss at the hands of Xu Xingxia. Such a perverted guy, I'm afraid it's not easy to deal with!

The biggest difference between an archer and a musketeer is that an archer can fire arrows in quick succession. The average skilled archer knows how to fire a series of arrows, and can unleash three fierce arrows in a row. In the absence of war horses, if the Tatars were targeted by the archers of the opposing side, a burst of arrows came over, and there was almost no chance of dodging.

However, when the time came, Gugler had no chance of backing down. It was absolutely impossible for him to retreat in disgrace just because Xu Xingxia was good at archery. Tonight, he made up his mind to fight to the death. Or, he was killed by the Ming army. Or, it was the Ming army who was killed by him. There is absolutely no second way to go.

"Watch out for bows and arrows!"

Gugler roared in a low voice.

The sword riders around him were a little overwhelmed.

Beware of muskets, and bows and arrows, and be embarrassed for them.

In fact, Gugler himself is also famous for his bow and arrow. He replaced the guards around him with pure sword horses, and a big reason was to stand out. In a dangerous situation, the sword rider fights in front, and he fires arrows in the back. This feeling is actually very refreshing, and Gugler is very addicted to this feeling.

If the sword cavalry can break into the ranks of the Ming army, Gugele will definitely continue to copy this way of fighting. The knife rider chopped melons and vegetables in front, and he looked for an opportunity to release cold arrows in the back, which would definitely catch the Ming army off guard and annihilate the whole army. However, it is a pity that he is still a little far away from Xu Xingxia, and with his arm strength, he has not been able to hit the target.

Suddenly, Gugler noticed movement ahead. He noticed that in the flickering firelight, behind a side van, a figure with an arrow appeared. He subconsciously judged that the person who released the arrow should be Xu Xingxia. In the Ming army in front, only he was an archer, and the others were musketeers. Subconsciously, Gugele bent his bow and aimed at Xu Xingxia. However, at this time, Xu Xingxia also discovered his existence!

"Whoosh!"

Gugler made a decisive move.

The thick goose feathered arrows whistled away.

"Whew!"

Xu Xingxia also made a decisive move.

Sharp and heavy black-feathered arrows roared.

"Whew!"

In mid-air, there was a sudden soft sound, as if something had been torn apart. Immediately, a black shadow landed heavily on the ground less than five feet in front of Gugele's body, making a muffled pop. In front, there are two finer shadows, which fall directly to the ground, silently.

Gugler's face changed suddenly. It turned out that it was the Yanling arrow he shot out, and the black feather arrow that flew in was broken in half directly from the middle! The Yan Ling arrow was directly split into two halves and fell, and the castration of the black feather arrow was blocked, and it still fell less than five feet in front of him! Purely in terms of the strength of the two sides, he is not Xu Xingxia's opponent at all.

Xu Xingxia's face also moved slightly. This Gugrad, archery skills are really good! His shot was almost as fast as his own. In the dark, the arrows of the two hit each other so much, you can imagine how similar the two shots were. It seems that Gugrad can become the number two person of the Kellergin tribe, and it is indeed not in vain. However, when he met himself here, he could only say that he was unlucky.

"Whoosh!"

Without hesitation, Gugler struck again.

"Whew!"

Of course, Xu Xingxia was not to be outdone, and also shot again without thinking.

This time, Xu Xingxia learned to be obedient. He did not aim at Gugler's chest, but at Gugler's abdomen. Two arrowheads, in mid-air, staggered, each flew towards their own target. As a result, the wild goose arrow softly touched the baffle of the side van and fell down without accident. The black feather arrow shot directly into Gugler's lower abdomen.

(To be continued)