Chapter Ten: The Fierce Battle Against the Xiongnu

  Eight face-covered Houjin cavalrymen fell in various postures with their bodies covered in blood before everyone.

  Although the people standing in front of Wei Zheng were all seasoned bandits who had seen life and death, when faced with the bloody scene before their eyes, their faces still turned pale from excitement on the battlefield.

  Captain Wang Feng of the Long Gun Team still had a bright red face that was not unexpectedly covered in pale white.

  Even seeing the eight corpses of the Jinzhou cavalrymen lying in front of him, he still asked Wei Zheng with an incredulous face: "Master, are they really dead? Eight Jinzhou cavalrymen were killed by us like this?"

  Wei Zheng walked to the front of everyone, pointing at the corpse on the ground, and said loudly: "Brothers, have you all seen... The Later Jin Tartars are also carrying a head on both shoulders. In the face of our long gun array, they only have the fate of being sent to their deaths..."

  "Now I order you, rest for a short while. After a short while, we will continue to attack the rear courtyard, kill all the Gold Armor Tartars, take down the rear courtyard defended by the Gold Armor Tartars..."

  Under Wang Feng's guidance, a loud shout quickly came out of the mouths of more than a dozen long gunners.

  "Kill all the Manchu people.....take down the imperial palace....."

  Then, a dozen or so long gunners slowly regained their composure and sat down on the ground, quietly discussing the battle they had just fought.

  As for their captain Wang Feng, he quickly walked up to Wei Zheng and asked in a low voice.

  "Big boss, didn't you say that taking the initiative to attack the main courtyard is courting death? How come just now..."

  Wei Zheng wholeheartedly liked Wang Feng, this thoughtful and beloved general.

  So Wei Zheng did not immediately give an explanation, but instead asked a slightly guiding counter-question.

  "King Big Brother, do you think that after we successfully lure and kill the eight Later Jin bandits, the remaining few will still fall for it and come out voluntarily to die?"

  "Definitely won't..." Wang Feng replied with a look of sudden realization.

  Wei Zheng nodded in approval and analyzed to Wang Feng: "In addition to the eight Tartars who were lured out and killed by us, plus the three Tartars I shot. There are only three Tartar archers left in the courtyard, and one is a warrior with the title of Hou Jin."

  "As long as we can defend against the Hu's bow and arrow, we can easily enter the mansion and eliminate the remaining four Houjin with a long spear array."

  "Defend against the Huihe archers' feathered arrows..." Wang Feng muttered unconsciously.

  At this moment, a feather arrow stuck on the wooden door tens of meters away suddenly appeared in Wang Feng's line of sight.

  Facing Wei Zheng excitedly said: "The master of the house, we can use door boards, use door boards to make shields, block the feathered arrows..."

  "Wei Zheng nodded and ordered: 'What are you still doing here, go prepare... there's only half a stick of incense left until the time I specified....'"

  "Yes, sir......" Wang Feng excitedly took orders and left.

  The deserted town became Wang Feng's largest source of materials. Soon, more than a dozen door panels as tall as one person were dismantled and brought over by Wang Feng.

  Wei Zheng nodded and his expression quickly changed from calm to serious, commanding the dozen or so long gunners who had been waiting for the opportunity beside him.

  "Brothers, the time for the final battle has arrived.... Now I order you: advance into the big courtyard in a long spear formation, kill all the Later Jin Tartars, and I will provide long-range cover for my brothers with bows and arrows..."

  "Yes, it's the master of the house..."

  Sixteen halberdiers, one hand grasping a halberd still emitting the smell of blood, the other holding up a crude shield as tall as a person.

  Under the leadership of Wang Feng, this long gun team leader slowly walked out of the alley and appeared in the field of vision of the enemy.

  "Ming dynasty people... are Ming dynasty people... The Ming dynasty people have launched an attack on us..." a Tartar archer who was lying on the wall of the courtyard shouted loudly.

  At the same time, a feathered arrow was also swiftly shot out by him, flying towards the suddenly appearing long spear formation tens of meters away.

  "Bang....."

  A dull thud echoed into Tuo's ears, a feathered arrow with immense force quivered steadily on the shield.

  At this moment, two other Mongol archers and a pike also noticed this attacking formation.

  If people in Ming Dynasty still had the ability to launch an attack on themselves at this time, it would prove that all eight of the later Jin brave warriors they just sent out were killed.

  Seeing the only three remaining archers by his side, and seeing the attacking formation outside the courtyard continuously advancing forward, a solemn expression that had never been seen before quickly appeared on Pai's face.

  At this moment, he has a faint feeling that the enemy he is facing now is not as simple as he imagined. If things go wrong, he may have to stay here today.

  With a worried and terrified face, Pai Ya stood facing the archers beside him and shouted loudly: "Archers, get into position immediately, block those cunning Ming people, shoot arrows at once, absolutely cannot let these Ming people approach the main courtyard."

  The Huns' archery was accurate, but after all, there were only three archers and three bows.

  Sparse arrows were all blocked by the door panel shield without exception.

  Seeing that the Hu's bow and arrow hands did not block the long gun team's attack, Wei Zheng, who was becoming more and more confident in this battle, also didn't idle.

  He drew another arrow from the quiver on his back, strung his bow and aimed at the Huihe archer who had already exposed half of his body outside the wall dozens of meters away.

  "Whoosh..." A faint tremolo sound echoed in the bow and arrow, as the arrow infused with immense force shot out like a meteor in the night sky, rapidly flying towards its target.

  The arrogant archer will inevitably pay the price for his arrogance.

  Wei Zheng's arrow shot was extremely accurate, directly piercing the chest of the Hun general, and under the huge inertia of the arrow, he was pushed down the wall.

  When Wei Zheng drew out his second arrow, wanting to continue searching for a target to attack.

  The two remaining archers of the Hu people directly lowered their flags and drums, hiding behind the courtyard wall, causing Wei Zheng to lose his target.

  In the eyes of these post-golden archers, they clearly know that there is a godly archer outside who is staring at them and may take their lives away at any time, yet they still want to continue counterattacking. That's not bravery, but seeking death...

  The change of the Hu's archers allowed the long spear team to advance and attack.

  Under the cover of a makeshift shield, sixteen long gunners rushed to the gate of the mansion.

  Because of the Tartar's overconfidence in their counterattack, eight Tartars charged out without closing the main gate. This gave the sixteen long spear men an opportunity to enter the main courtyard.

  Looking at the open courtyard gate, Wang Feng gave an excited order.

  "Three men in a group, using the Big Brother's attacking formation given to us, charge in..."

  "After entering, the small team immediately formed a long gun array and launched an attack on the courtyard wall occupied by the Tatars..."

  Orders were given, and Wang Feng was the first to throw down the shield in his hand, raise his long spear with both hands, and charge into the courtyard.

  Seeing this, the subordinates who had blindly trusted Da Dangjia due to his consecutive victories also followed suit, charging into the mansion in groups of three.

  In front of him, someone had already jumped over the wall of the courtyard. A double-layered iron armor with a menacing glare, two ordinary armored soldiers were gathering together, tightly gripping their weapons and staring at him with a fierce killing intent.

  It is said that among ordinary people in the Ming Dynasty and even within the Ming army, there was a saying circulating.

  "...the Hada nation's Baoyi La, can at least take down more than ten Ming army officers on the battlefield..."

  Even more than ten Ming army generals can be easily defeated, let alone these shrimp soldiers and crab generals under his command.

  Thinking of this, Wang Feng's face couldn't help but turn solemn, and he gave a decisive order to the long gunner behind him.

  "Brothers, it's a trick of the Tartars, be careful, quickly set up a long spear formation and use the long spear formation to deal with him..."

  Two rows of sixteen long spears formed a long spear array, which seemed thin, but thinking of the strong combat power that the long spear array had just shown, Wang Feng's solemn facial expression relaxed a lot.

  "Brothers, don't be afraid, the outcome is decided in this one move. Listen to me, maintain formation, advance step by step, and slaughter all the Tartars..."

  "Kill..."

  A loud and murderous roar burst out of Wang Feng's mouth.

  Under Wang Feng's influence, the fifteen long gunners gradually lost their initial panic. Gripping the long guns in their hands, under Wang Feng's leadership, they stepped closer to the three Tartars one step at a time.