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Chapter 60 The Oriole Is Behind (1)

When he found someone ambushing him, Yangguli sneered: "As expected, there are really barbarians ambushing here! I amsuing my order, I ordered the Mongolians to attack the mountain!"

The Jin soldiers were all glad. Yangguli expected in advance that someone was ambushing and put all his Eight Banners soldiers in the Later Jin back to spare, using the Mongols as shields. Otherwise, the horse thieves on the hillside would probably have been beaten into a hornet's nest.

Under the command of Yangguli, more than a dozen Jurchen soldiers drove more than 400 Mongols to rush forward, and continued to shoot feather arrows on the hillside. The Mongols without armor were shot one after another, and they rolled down from the hillside. However, the Jurchen soldiers were fearless and rushed towards the top of the hillside in the rain of arrows.

Except for the heavy arrows shot by Li Hong and Zhang Wei, two archers, which could pose a threat to the Jurchen soldiers, the arrows shot by the other archers could not break the armor.

A Jurchen soldier was hit with more than ten arrows, and was stabbed like a hedgehog. He still waved his tiger spear and rushed towards the top of the mountain. Just as the tiger spear in the hands of this Jurchen soldier was about to be stabbed out, he heard a roar of a musket. The Jurchen soldier who had been hit with more than ten arrows and had not been shot through his armor suddenly burst out with seven or eight blood holes. He screamed, fell backwards and rolled down from the hillside.

"Boom boom boom" Dozens of horse thieves pulled the trigger of the bird gun, and the sound of the guns roared. When they rushed to the front of the horse thieves twenty steps, eight Jurchen soldiers were beaten into hornet's nests one after another, and blood was spurted out of their bodies, rolling down from the hillside.

The Jurchens were behind the scenes, and the Korqin Mongols had already rushed up the hillside. These Mongolian soldiers walked on Cairo's legs and ran on the hillside, looking very funny, but Li Hong knew very well that once these Mongols rushed up, they would be a great threat to themselves.

"Die!" Li Hong dropped his bow and arrow, picked up a spear, and stabbed him hard towards a Mongolian. He rushed down from the hillside, and the spear pierced into the throat of the Mongolian with the help of the rush. A strange sound came from the Mongolian's mouth, his mouth opened, and blood bubbles appeared.

As soon as Li Hong retracted his spear, a blood sword spurted out from the pierced throat of the Mongolians and fell backwards.

Zhang Wei threw out a gunpowder jar, which was impartial and landed in the middle of a group of Mongolians. He heard a loud "boom" sound, and the six Mongolians surrounding him screamed and fell down.

The bird gunner and three-eyed gunner who followed closely behind took several rounds of shooting. More than a dozen Jurchen soldiers were all penetrated by extremely sharp firearms and beaten into hornet's nests.

"It's a pity that the more than ten warriors we rushed up were destroyed." Niu Lue said with regret.

Yangguli sneered: "Wars always kill people! We lost more than ten people, but tested the strength of the barbarians! Now, as long as we more than eighty archers shoot arrows continuously, we can suppress these barbarians to death!"

"Shoot the arrows! Shoot these barbarians!" Niu Luezhen shouted. More than 80 Jurchen archers following behind opened their bows and put on arrows, and a wave of arrow feathers poured down the sky.

Li Hong, who had just killed a Mongolian man, quickly rolled on the spot, dodged the arrows, and then picked up the shield to block the rain of arrows that were splashing. Zhang Wei beside him also quickly grabbed a shield to block it. However, behind him, more than a dozen horse thieves, three-eyed gunmen, could not dodge, and was immediately covered by the rain of arrows falling from the sky, and more than ten people fell down.

"Shoot quickly! Shoot these sluts and barbarians at my stern!" Yang Guli roared at the top of his lungs.

Although there are only more than 80 Jurchen archers, these Jurchen savages who grew up in deep mountains and forests and have fought with tiger bears and wild boars since childhood are extremely powerful. The arrows they shoot are far and accurate, and the speed of fire is extremely fast. In a blink of an eye, each archer has shot more than ten feather arrows.

On the hillside, the three-eyed gunman and the bird gunman were shot overturned by more than 20 people. The still alive horse thief was suppressed so that he did not dare to show his head. He hid behind stones and trees, and tremblingly avoided the rain of arrows shot by the Jurchens.

"Bah! These thieves who don't know how to live and die have also been brave enough to kill the bear heart and leopard! They dare to set up an ambush in the valley to attack our Jurchen warriors! Don't look at people like you, it's no problem for us, one of our brave and invincible Jurchen warriors to beat a hundred!" Yangguli sneered disdainfully.

"Sir, the Mongolian in front!" A Jurchen said, pointing to the Mongolian who had already rushed up the hillside.

Looking in the direction of the Jurchen soldier's finger, Yangguli could see that at least fifty Korqin Mongols who had rushed up the hillside and were entangled with horse thieves were shot into hedgehogs by the Jurchen soldiers! The hundreds of Mongols behind were still rushing forward. If the Jurchen soldiers continued to shoot arrows, those Mongols would die at the hands of the Jurchen soldiers.

"Don't care about them! Keep shooting!" Yangguli said ruthlessly. As long as he can wipe out this horse thief and eliminate future troubles for the Dajin, it doesn't matter how many Mongolians die!

More than 80 Jurchen archers repeatedly set off their bows and shot sharp arrows, without stopping to think about the Mongols who were already close to the horse thief. In a blink of an eye, more than 100 Mongols had fallen under their arrows, but at least more than 70 horse thieves were shot by the rain of arrows and fell to the ground screaming.

Dozens of horse thieves archers opened their bows and took arrows to counterattack the Jurchens, but the arrow shot the Jurchen archers, but they could not shoot through the Jurchens' armor at all. The feather arrows that the Jurchens counterattacked overturned more than a dozen horse thieves archers.

"Rise the shield!" Li Hong shouted anxiously.

The horse thief could only throw away the bows and arrows and muskets, and pick up the shield to block the rain of arrows that the Jurchens kept shooting.

"The barbarians were shot and lost their ability to resist! Let the heavy armored soldiers go up immediately! They cannot use the musket now!" Niu Luezhen gave the order.

The shield can block the feather arrow, but when you pick up the shield, you cannot use the musket. Whether it is a three-eyed gun or a bird gun, you need two hands to release it. Once you pick up the shield, you cannot use a firearm that can break the armor.

Yangguli knew that if more than a dozen heavy-armored infantrymen from Gbushxianchaoha camp were ordered to rush up at this time, as long as they approached the horse thieves, the heavy infantry could cut melons and vegetables to clean up all the horse thieves on the hill.

"Hmph! Ming people only know that firearms are powerful! But your firearms are still not as good as our bows and arrows!" Yangguli sneered at the horse thief who dared not show his head on the hillside.

"What should I do from the second in command? Jiannu is here!" Someone asked in horror as he looked at the heavy armored infantry who was pressing up step by step under the cover of the archers.

"Jiannu is so amazing! We can't beat it!" said another person.
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