Ma Bao, Tian Qing, Lao Li, and Lao Zhang also shouted.
Zhao Muyun calmly responded, "Don't panic. Shoot all the remaining arrows at the Tartar horses! Injure as many as you can. We have plenty of ways to wear them down!"
As he spoke, he shot an arrow steadily, hitting the Tartar horse's eye.
The Tartar's warhorse in front felt pain, knelt down with its front hooves, and the Tartar on its back fell heavily off.
The Tartars behind had no choice but to ride their horses over the crowd in front.
As a result, their speed could never be increased.
Han Zhong and others followed suit and shot all the arrows in their hands at the Tartar horses.
Several Tatar war horses fell one after another, but they had also entered their most comfortable range for horse archery.
Whoosh whoosh!
The Tatars, who had been suppressed by the arrows of Zhao Muyun and others for half a day, were finally able to start fighting back after seven or eight horses and five or six Tatars fell.
They shot arrows forward fiercely on horseback.
The knights in front shot arrows horizontally, and the knights behind shot projectiles. Suddenly, arrows rained down on them. Zhao Muyun and others could only hide behind the stone wall and dared not show their heads.
Zhao Muyun loudly encouraged everyone's morale: "The fighting power of the Tartars should not be underestimated. We were able to kill or injure a dozen Tartars without any casualties. This is already very impressive!"
"Small stone, pillar, we are not greedy, we will push the stone when two or three Tartars come!"
"The rest of you, grab your tridents. Once the rocks start falling, follow me and take care of these charging Tartars! Do you understand?"
"Understood!" everyone roared.
Zhao Muyun knew that it was impossible for the ten of them to wipe out these one hundred Tartars at once.
He adopted the tactic of cracking taffy, taking advantage of the terrain characteristics of the Gobi Desert to knock out several or more than ten Tartars at a time.
Here, we take advantage of the narrow terrain of the narrow gap and the long-range range of the compound bow in our hands to cause the greatest possible damage to the Tatars.
Before the Tartars got close, they rolled down huge rocks to block the road, separating the Tartar troops and thus taking two or three more heads.
By the time the Tartars moved the stones, Zhao Muyun and his men had already escaped.
soon!
Two Tatars rushed to the location of the boulder.
"Do it!" Zhao Muyun roared.
Shi Yong and Wang Tiezhu immediately exerted all their strength to push a huge rock, which rolled down the slope next to them.
Rumble!
A boulder half a man's height rolled down and landed right in the middle of the road.
A Tartar at the back couldn't stop his carriage, and both he and his horse crashed into a rock.
The warhorse let out a shrill scream and fell to the ground, crushing the Tartar on its back.
The two Tartars in front looked back and immediately broke out in cold sweats, feeling lucky that they were not hit.
However, a figure flashed before their eyes.
Zhao Muyun jumped high from the side, and the three-edged spear in his hand mercilessly stabbed the ribs of the Tartar on horseback.
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