【Chapter 187】 He is not only powerful, but also cunning

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Overall, the Tatars are still riding and shooting people, and they value archery. If this were not the case, the arrow god Mo Rigen would not have the status today. Now, an outstanding archer appeared in the Ming army, which made them feel afraid. If the other party is comparable to Mo Rigen, they would have committed suicide by climbing up like this! The Tatars are not very afraid of muskets, but are very afraid of arrowheads.

"Bachlu, let's go to the front and take that person's arrow back." Mo Rigen suddenly shouted. He captured the reaction of the front-line troops at the first time. Like the front-line troops, Mo Rigen also felt that there should be an excellent archer in the Fenghuo Dun. With the advantage of the terrain, he could block the attack of all the Tartars alone. What he had to judge now was how powerful the Ming army's archer was.

"I understand!" Bachlu agreed and hurriedly turned around.

After a while, several Tatar cavalry entered the canyon and found the geese-ling arrows shot by Xu Xingxia, and came back directly to Bachlu. They also brought back the corpses of several Tartars shot to death by Xu Xingxia. After Bachlu saw the geese-ling arrows, he handed them to Mo Rigen. Mo Rigen took the geese-ling arrows, observed them carefully for a moment, and then carefully studied the corpses. Those geese-ling arrows were passed in the hands of the commander of the Tartars.

"Damn it. This is a very ordinary goose-ling arrow, and there is no special situation at all. The quality of the Ming army's arrows is still not good. How did that guy do it? If it were us, I guess he wouldn't be able to do it!" Gruso said in a low voice.

Several other commanders nodded in agreement. In terms of the quality of the Yanling arrow, there is indeed nothing worthy of praise. This is a mass-produced arrowhead by the Ming army, and it is a typical road goods. Due to the poor quality of the arrowheads, they are completely made of ordinary pig iron. After being shot into the human body and hit the bones, the arrowheads are all broken.

Generally speaking, qualified archers will have bent bows or arrows that are different from those of the main road goods. On the one hand, it is to show their unique identity. On the other hand, it is to tap their own potential. As we all know, only equipment that suits them can have the opportunity to exert the maximum lethality. It seems that these commanders use special equipment, which is much more sophisticated than the equipment of the Tatars below.

As for Morigen, there are more than a dozen large bows and hard bows he has, which are the most outstanding bent bows among the Tatars. There are several types of arrows. In different occasions, using different arrows can achieve twice the result with half the effort. So many minions around him carry different bent bows and different arrows.

In the Ming army, such unwritten rules also exist. The elite troops of the Ming army are much more advanced than ordinary troops. People with ability and status are always more advanced in equipment than others. However, the archer of the Ming army is a big road cart. There is no special thing from the Yanling arrow. This is doubtful.

Either, he was the archer of the Ming army, and his status was indeed very low, so he could only use the main road goods. Or, he was the archer of the Ming army, who deliberately concealed his identity. No matter which one it was, it was clearly shown that this guy was definitely not an ordinary person. Normally, his archery skills were so superb that he could not be an archer with a very low status. If it was the latter, it would be even more intriguing.

Why did he hide his identity? Is he afraid that the Tatars would know his true identity and take revenge on his family? Or did he not want to tell Morigen his real name at all? Or did he not want to reveal his strength? In other words, his strength has not been fully utilized? If he changed into his own unique equipment, what level would his combat power go? Perhaps it could be comparable to Morigen?

Countless questions lingered in the minds of several commanders of the Tartars. However, they could not get any answers to any questions. They had no impression of the Ming army, the archer. The only thing they could be sure of was that this hidden enemy would be difficult to deal with. Not only was he extraordinary in archery, he was also very cunning. No wonder Tuoba Su died in his hands. He deliberately hid his strength and must have another purpose.

Mo Rigen's face looked a little gloomy. The appearance of this hidden enemy made his mood a little bad. The carefully planned actions were ruthlessly destroyed. The losses of the troops were greatly exceeded expectations. So far, the number of losses of his subordinates has exceeded 500. Such losses would be enough to eliminate hundreds, thousands, or even thousands of enemies in daily battles.

All of these made Mo Rigen feel a little irritated. He wanted to vent, but there was no way to vent. He didn't even touch the shadow of the enemy. Due to the angle, all he could see was the Yanling arrow shot out, but he couldn't see who was shooting the arrow. No matter how clever his archery skills were, it was impossible to infer too much content from the extremely trajectory of the Yanling arrow.

The worst thing is that he seemed to have encountered a cunning opponent. It would be fine if the opponent was simply strong, but he was never afraid of a powerful opponent. He fought in the south and north and north and did not know how many powerful opponents he had destroyed. Even the powerful opponents of the Ottoman Empire and the Safi Empire did not dare to be arrogant in front of him. However, the opponent was still very cunning.

Mo Rigen is 100% sure that the dangerous enemy in Fenghuo Dun is definitely hiding his strength. The Yanling Arrow he uses every day is definitely not the Yanling Arrow. If all his strength is burst out, it will be much stronger than using the Yanling Arrow. This is a bit troublesome. A powerful and cunning opponent, as long as he encounters it, will have a deep headache.

After taking a deep breath, Mo Rigen said with a stern expression: "This person is using a hard bow, and it is probably the power of two stones."

Bach said subconsciously: "Impossible?"

Grusso and others were also full of suspicion and looked a little incredible. What is the concept of a two-stone hard bow? They knew very well. In the history of the Tatars, those who could drive two-stone hard bows were veritable strongmen. And these strongmen obviously could not become archers due to some reasons. In the Han team, there were actually masters who could drive two-stone hard bows? Or archers? It was indeed incredible. Even Mo Rigen himself seemed a bit forced to use two-stone bows!

Mo Rigen said calmly: "It's certain that it's two stone bows. Look, all the arrows are broken. Only with the strongest impact can this be achieved. The light and geese-feathered arrows pass through a distance of thirty or forty feet, and with such power, even Mo Rigen may not be able to do it. Ah Du, we have encountered opponents! There are too many Han people, and they can't be underestimated!"

When he said this, Mo Rigen's expression suddenly became fierce. It was like a lion who was looking for food lazily. He suddenly discovered the existence of a tiger and immediately cheered up and fought at any time. So what about the archer who can drive two hard bows? Mo Rigen has never been soft-written! As long as he is the opponent he is targeting, he will definitely kill the opponent!

"Order them all to withdraw!" Mo Rigen said decisively.

"I understand!" Bachlu agreed and sent the order.

Since the opponent was a powerful archer, those mountain infantry stayed on the hillside and had to wait for death. With the help of the advantage of the terrain, the Ming army's archer could shoot all five hundred mountain infantry to death on the hillside. An archer who could drive two hard bows, his power was endless. The battle continued, and it was a one-sided massacre.

However, it is not easy for the Tartars on the hillside to withdraw. Xu Xingxia would not let them go. He continued to chase the other party with the goose-feather arrows. Xu Xingxia had no master's demeanor at all. As long as there was a chance to take action, he would not let it go. As the goose-feather arrows were shot out, the Tartars were constantly being knocked down by arrows.

The original defenders of Fenghuodun would not let them go. When they found that the Tartars retreated, their morale gradually increased. They did not have enough courage to fight head-on, but they had the courage to beat the dogs to fall into the water. Without Xu Xingxia's order, their actions of throwing stones were faster. Later, the white-clothed army also joined the ranks of throwing stones. Stones of large and small kept rolling down. From time to time, Tartars were hit. Whether they were alive or dead was entirely determined by their respective luck.

"These damn Huza!"

The Tartar commanders present all cursed.

They all expressed deep anger from the bottom of their hearts about the despicable behavior of the Ming army. They were about to withdraw their troops, and the Ming army would kill them all, which was simply not giving any way out. Didn’t the Han people boasted about their benevolence, righteousness, and hearts of bodhisattvas, and education in all directions? When did they become so vicious, so cold, and so ruthless?

They all wanted to appear on the hillside immediately and shoot all the Ming army to death with the arrowheads in their hands. Unfortunately, they just thought about it. The terrain was too bad for them. If they appeared on the hillside, they would be very embarrassed under the double attack of arrowheads and stones. If they were targeted by the Ming army's archer, there might be a lot of danger. God knows what arrowheads he was originally using? How much lethal is it?

After half an hour, all the surviving mountain infantry barely retreated. Bachlu personally counted the number of people, and his heart was cut off again. Five hundred mountain infantry dispatched, and less than two hundred people were able to come back alive. The remaining more than three hundred people were all left on the hillside. Due to the terrain, it was impossible for them to pull the wounded back. In other words, these more than three hundred people were all dead.

"Damn Huza!"

"Huza, the god-killing Huza!"

"Shameless Huza!"

Hearing the casualties, the top leaders of the Tatars were cursed again.

However, apart from this vicious curse, the Tatars' top leaders had no better way to return to the damn cunning Ming army archer. In total, hundreds of Tatar cavalry had already died at his hands. Behind the Tatars, there were a large number of wounded soldiers who were undergoing amputation surgery. Just think about it, the Tatars' top leaders felt a little frustrated. When did the Tatars suffer such a big loss?

If other Tatars told them that they suffered such a great loss in the hands of the Han army, everyone present, including Mo Rigen, would deeply express their doubts. When did the Han army become so powerful? However, when they really encountered such a thing, they really could not help but believe it. There are indeed powerful figures in the Han army.

To be honest, this feeling is very bad. No Tatar hopes that the pervert like Lan Yu and Fu Youde will appear in the Han army again. If it weren't for the terrain of the beacons of Kalong Mountain, it would have been too unfavorable to the Tatars. They almost thought of nipping this pervert in the bud. Otherwise, once he grows up, the troubles of the Tatars, and even the end of the Tatars, would come.

"Zac Lu, send someone to contact the Han people. Tell them that I, Morigen, have been defeated today. I am not his opponent. I will withdraw my troops immediately. But I want to know who is blocking my Morigen's way here. If possible, I hope to compete with him on the flat ground in the future." After pondering for a while, Morigen said deeply.

Soon, another Tatar cavalry appeared in front of the beacon tower with a white flag. Below the canyon, he waved a letter. According to Xu Xingxia's instructions, Minghao put down the big iron ball again and took the letter from the Tatars. After dragging the big iron ball up, Minghao took off the block and took out the things inside. He found that it was a piece of letter made of parchment paper, and all the written on it were neat regular script.

Minghao knew all the Chinese characters above. After reading them, he said enthusiastically to Xu Xingxia: "Xu Baihu, you are famous, Mo Rigen took the initiative to admit defeat. He wanted to know your name! Haha, this is an amazing achievement! The arrow god Mo Rigen took the initiative to admit defeat! I thought it was my dazzled! He still wanted to withdraw his troops and go away! However, this old boy still doesn't give up and wants to fight you on the ground..."

Xu Xingxia took the parchment paper, browsed it briefly, and said casually: "Since he wants to know my name, let him know."

After saying that, he picked up a piece of charcoal, wrote three big words on the parchment paper, and then stuffed the parchment paper back into the big iron ball. Minghao put the big iron ball down from it. Soon, the parchment paper was taken back by the Tatars and handed it to Mo Rigen.

"Wishzhu? Have you heard of this name?"

Mo Rigen asked in confusion as he looked at the parchment in his hand.
Chapter completed!