Felt is really a good thing. It can be used as a mattress, bedding, tents, and even as a shield to resist the light arrows of the Mongolian cavalry.

Wang Chengen held up a piece of felt in front of Zhu Gaoyuan,

But he was pushed away by Zhu Gaoyuan. He was wearing mountain armor and could not be penetrated by light arrows.

The first wave of arrow rain from the Mongolian cavalry quickly poured down, and a continuous thumping sound immediately sounded in the Ming army's formation. Almost all the arrows were blocked by oars, shields or felts.

Only a few unlucky ones were hit by arrows and fell to the ground wailing.

After the Mongolian cavalry in the rear row fired more than a dozen waves of arrows, they finally stopped, because the Mongolian cavalry in the two rows in front had already approached the trench, and it would be easy to accidentally injure them if they fired any more arrows.

But before the Ming army could take a breath,

More than two hundred Mongolian cavalrymen in the first two rows also drew their bows and arrows while marching, aiming at the Ming army behind the protective wall, and this time they used heavy arrows with triangular arrow clusters!

"Hide!" Zhu Gaoyuan shouted and the people squatted down.

The Ming troops guarding behind the protective wall also squatted down one after another.

Then there was a whizzing sound in the air, and heavy arrows flew through the air.

However, some Ming soldiers were slow to respond or did not hear Zhu Gaoyuan's roar. As a result, they were penetrated by heavy arrows and fell to the ground and died on the spot. The cotton armor could not block the heavy arrows at all.
Chapter completed!