The arrow in his hand shot out, but only hit the running sick horse, but failed to hit Zhao Muyun and the other two who were following the running sick horse.
An older Tartar boy among them shouted, "Scatter! Go around!"
The young Tartars woke up as if from a dream, and quickly split into two groups, attacking Zhao Muyun and his two companions from the flank.
"kill!"
A roar was heard.
Suddenly, five people appeared on the grass less than a hundred steps to the left.
These five people are Han Zhong, Lao Li, Lao Zhang, Ma Bao, and Tian Qing.
Five bows were fired at the same time, and arrows shot towards the young Tartars like lightning.
The target on the side was bigger, and after only three rounds of arrows, these Tatars were shot and fell off their horses.
Out of a dozen young Tartars, only two were left!
Seeing that they were outnumbered, they quickly turned their horses around and ran back.
"You little bastard, you want to run?"
Two figures appeared from the grass on the other side. Tang Yanhai and Shi Yong approached quickly, rushed forward and grabbed the horse reins. The two young Tartars were pulled off their horses like an eagle catching chicks.
"Zhu Zi, Xiao Wu, gather these horses!"
"The rest of you, follow me and surround this place. No one is allowed to escape."
Seeing that these dozen or so young Tartars were easily dealt with, Zhao Muyun slowed down his pace and gave orders loudly.
When Zhao Muyun came here with Bai Shouren just now, he had already understood the situation of this Tartar tribe clearly.
There were three old Tartars, twelve young Tartars, and the rest were women and little girls.
When he decided to come back and destroy the Tatar tribe, he had already planned the tactics.
If he came directly against them with a dozen of his men, they could be easily defeated, but one should not be careless about the Tartars' ferocity and excellent marksmanship.
Zhao Muyun didn't want any of his men to be injured.
So he brought Wang Tiezhu and Xiaowu with him and came here openly to paralyze the Tartars.
Han Zhong, Tang Yanhai and others were lurking quietly on the left and right.
The Tartars saw the three of them appear and didn't care at all.
Zhao Muyun first shot and killed an elderly Tartar with an arrow, which enraged the young Tartar to attack.
He used horses as cover, and people followed behind to charge, which is the coordinated assault method of infantry and tanks in modern warfare.
Dealing with these young Tartars who are still wet behind the ears is simply a dimensionality reduction attack.
Now shoot down one old Tartar and deal with twelve young Tartars, so there are only two old Tartars left!
The old Tartar who boasted that he had killed three Dayin soldiers actually hid behind and did not come out.
But it doesn’t matter, Zhao Muyun and others will come to find him soon.
Zhao Muyun and others immediately surrounded the place.
The only two remaining young Tartars had lost their previous arrogance. They were frightened by the scar on Tang Yanhai's face and burst into tears. They were escorted to the tent obediently.
The Tatar chief and another elderly Tatar stood in front of the tent in a daze. The scimitar in his hand might have given him the courage to speak for the last time.
They couldn't understand how they had offended such a group of people.
"You...you are not from the caravan, who are you?"
"They are all children. How could you be so cruel?"
The Tatar chief pointed at Zhao Muyun who was approaching him and said angrily.
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