"Whoosh!"

The arrows of the Tatars in return were very fierce. [Full text reading]

With the help of the height of the city wall, some Tatars with strong arms easily shot arrows to a distance of more than 30 zhang. There were even Tatar archers who were able to shoot arrows to a distance of nearly forty zhang. One by one, the arrows arced and fell to the ground. Some of them were deeply embedded in the earth, revealing only the shafts of the arrows behind them. Others lay on the ground horizontally. When a strong wind blows, the sand will cover most of the arrowheads.

The arrows of the Tatars are still a little different from the muskets of the white-clothed army. In the beginning, the gap was not very significant. But as time goes on, the gap becomes more and more apparent. Firing a musket basically doesn't require much effort, just an orderly operation. Archery is different. Even if you have a lot of strength, if you go out with five or six arrows in a row, you will feel tired.

"Chirp!"

One by one, the Mini bullets kept whistling and flew towards the head of Gulang City.

The musketeers of the white-clothed army are already very close to the head of Zhuanglang City. The stragglers of the Eagle Cavalry are at the front of Zhuanglang City, the closest. Their ranks are scattered. Different people, choose different hidden locations. They specialize in shooting valuable targets for the Tatars. The Tartar centurion was their go-to target. The warriors of the Dragoons and Tiger Cavalry were lined up in horizontal formations, constantly firing volleys and suppressing the enemy with dense firepower.

"Puff puff!"

In the dense gunfire, blood flowers continued to splash out.

Accompanied by the mini bullets that hit the battlements, the splashed pieces of dust, and the blood flowers fused with the dust, giving people a misty and strange feeling. The head of Zhuanglang City is becoming more and more unsafe. The battlements, which were originally used as cover, basically lost their effect at this time. In order to shoot arrows, the Tatars had to stand up and straighten their bodies. This gave the white-clad musketeers plenty of opportunities to shoot.

The musketeers of the White Army fired a volley, which was originally won by numbers. A large number of mini shells rained down on the city, causing heavy casualties to the Tatars. Some of the Tartars had just probed out when they were shot and killed, and blood was spilled all over the ground. And some of the Tartars shot many arrows in a row at the top of the city, but nothing happened, as if the bullets of the white-clothed army were flying around them at all. The Tartars on the head of the city, no one knows if they will be hit by the oncoming Minnie bullets in the next moment. Everything seems to depend on God's will.

Among the siege teams of the white-clothed army, the most active ones were naturally the warriors of the Vulture Cavalry. They themselves were trained according to the requirements of the skirmishers, which was different from the standard of the general white army troops. Their marksmanship is generally relatively accurate, and at a distance of more than 100 meters, they are quite sure of aiming at targets on the head of the city. Of course, whether the Tatars can be accurately hit with one shot is not guaranteed. However, out of a hundred rounds of Mini, twenty or thirty rounds will always hit the target. Such a hit rate, I was surprised.

"These idiots! I really don't know how to write dead words! Zhang Yi said happily.

"They probably know how dead words are written, but they just can't help it, they have to do it. They will surely regret it, why should the artillery be removed in advance? Liu Heng, who has always been silent, held a clairvoyant mirror and said with a smile.

The cannons of Zhuang Langcheng were all withdrawn, which was a cheap white-clothed army for nothing. Without the existence of cannons, it is equivalent to a tiger without teeth. No matter how powerful the arrows of the Tartars are, they cannot be the match for the muskets. If Zhuang Langcheng had a cannon, the white-clothed army would probably not be so happy. Now, it's a good opportunity to destroy the enemy!

"Demolition team, up!" Xia Kewu ordered impatiently.

Xu Xingxia's order was to take down Zhuang Langcheng as quickly as possible. In other words, if you can save one minute, you must save one minute of your time, and don't delay. Because, no one knows, when the great army of the Tatars will arrive. Now, the Tatars and the white-clothed armies are fighting in secret, and both sides are acting quickly and decisively. Once the Tartars react, their reinforcements will arrive in the shortest possible time.

Soon, one by one, the demolition team began to be dispatched. Under the cover of muskets, they used the Eight Immortals Table against the thick wet cotton as a cover, and moved towards the gate of Zhuanglang City step by step. Under the Eight Immortals Table, there were a total of four warriors, each carrying a fifty-pound bag of explosives. For such an operation, the fighters of the demolition group are naturally no strangers. They have long been trained to be quite experienced. A fortress like Zhuanglang City naturally has no moat, and generally speaking, it is not difficult to blast.

"What is this going to do?" Bachlu asked, a little dazed.

Mo Yuegen's troops, after all, had never fought head-on with the White Army, and they were not very familiar with many of the White Army's tactics. At the very least, they don't know about the blasting methods of the White Army. If Li Maohui or Li Guozhen were here, they should know. The white-clothed army used this trick when attacking Ningxia City. It's a pity that these two traitors are still behind, and they are late with the Ming army as follow-up reinforcements.

The people around Bachlu also shook their heads together. They also did not know what the White Coats were going to do. If they knew that the people under the quilt were carrying the dynamite bag that made them suffer a big loss in the fortress of Karon Mountain, it is estimated that their faces would have changed at this time. The loud sound of the sky cracking was a nightmare for the Tatars! Many of the surviving Tatars are still fresh in their memories.

"Block them!"

"Can't let them come over!"

Despite this, Bakhlu sensed danger and hurriedly roared.

To be honest, since he suffered a loss at the hands of Xu Xingxia last time, neither Mo Yuegen nor the generals under him have despised Xu Xingxia. They knew very well that they had indeed suffered under Xu Xingxia's hands. An unknown Ming army military household did make them suffer a secret loss. Maybe when you are publicizing it to the outside world, you can despise Xu Xingxia and slander Xu Xingxia to your heart's content, but strategically and tactically, we must pay attention to this Xu Xingxia. Otherwise, we will continue to suffer.

"Shoot the arrows!"

"Shoot the arrows!"

"Shoot the arrows!"

The Tartar's commander shouted hurriedly.

He personally organized hundreds of sharpshooters to shoot arrows outside the city.

"Whoosh!"

"Whoosh!"

"Whoosh!"

The Tartars on the head of the city threw their arrows one after another. In an instant, arrows rained down, enveloping the demolition team of the white-clothed army in a ferocious rain of arrows. The Tatar archers, the lethality is definitely not covered. Especially the subordinates of the arrow god Mo Yuegen, the ability to shoot arrows is even more than others. Their arrows are not sharp, dense, and tricky. However, in front of the thick wet quilt, these arrows are useless. Even if Xu Xingxia personally released the arrow, he might not be able to penetrate such a thick wet quilt!

On the contrary, because the Tartar constantly stood up and fired arrows, he exposed his body. As a result, one Mini bomb after another flew over, knocking them down continuously. The city of Zhuanglang City was already full of Tatars who had been killed and wounded. Blood flowed along the head of Zhuanglang City into the cracks in the brick wall. Some of the blood flowed out of the cracks in the brick walls, dripping down like spring water in the mountains. As for the stairs on both sides of Zhuang Lang City, they had already been stained red with blood.

However, these Tartars are very brave, and they will never retreat without Bakhru's order. After Bachloch gave the order to release the arrows, they didn't even bend down at all. It seems that just bending down can affect their courage and make others mistakenly think that they are afraid of death. Therefore, they would rather die in battle than bend over or squat down. In this way, their casualties have also increased greatly.

"Are the Tartars stupid? Don't know how to dodge? Is it considered suicide for them to do this? Liu Heng held the clairvoyant mirror and said strangely to himself.

"I guess so! They were too brave. The spirit is commendable, the spirit is commendable! It would be very comfortable if our enemies were like them. Xia Kewu held the clairvoyant mirror and said calmly. At the time of the Battle of Baihuze, he felt it. The Tatars fought very bravely. However, their bravery, in front of the musketeers of the White Army, had a negative effect. How so? Anyway, the more brave and fearless the Tartars rushed forward, the greater their casualties.

No, the Tatars at the head of the city, under the attack of the white-clothed musketeers, changed batch after batch. The people in front were killed, and the people in the back were replaced and continued to shoot arrows outside. It's as if their personnel are endless. However, the white-clothed army is very clear. The number of Tatars in Zhuanglang City is definitely not very large. Intelligence estimates are three thousand. That's 5,000 people to die. At such a rate of casualties, it would not take an hour for the battle to end. I have to say that today's Tartar is really too cooperative.

"Bastard!"

"Rubbish!"

Bachloch was annoyed.

He hasn't realized his mistake yet, it's just that he's definitely being bullied.

To be honest, the feeling of being bullied, that's pretty bad. The arrows of the Tatars could not hurt the white-clothed army at all. On the contrary, the muskets of the white-clothed army are guns to the flesh, and the guns and guns are all taken from people's surnames! In such a short period of time, the casualties of his troops were very heavy. If he continues like this, his troops may collapse.

(To be continued)