At night, the lights were still brightly lit in the Turkic camp.

Tiehamu held the wine jar and sat in the handsome position angrily.

"Don't you usually boast about your ability to ride and shoot? Why didn't you kill a soldier from Da Shang during the day, but you were killed so many of them?"

The Turkic generals present all hung their heads and did not dare to say a word.

They clearly had tried their best to shoot arrows, but the arrows they shot were only 200 steps at most.

But the bows and arrows of Da Shang are different. The arrows shot by ordinary soldiers are four or five hundred steps, and they cannot get close to them at all.

"Marson, it's not a solution to continue fighting like this. We must fight in close combat with them, that's what we are good at."

Tiehamu suddenly stood up and smashed the jar of wine in his hand to pieces.

"Yes, we cannot fight a war of attrition with them here. We must give full play to our advantages on the battlefield and immediately order the cavalry to assemble. I will go to the severely injured camp tonight."

The generals present did not dare to be negligent at all, but just as they were about to leave, the sky-sky fire suddenly started to burn behind the camp.

Before they could react, the rain of arrows fell from the sky.

The three hundred steps outside the Turkic camp had long been occupied by the Shang army.

One arrow formation after another is close together, and various bows and crossbows cooperate with each other. Each arrow formation is filled with rain of arrows.

All arrow formations cooperate with each other and just can fully cover the Turkic camp.

Moreover, the rockets shot out by Shang Jun.

The entire Turkic camp was in chaos, and the soldiers fled in scattered areas. The cattle, horses and alpacas in the camp were even more frightened and collided randomly.

When Tiehamu ran out of the tent, an arrow like a spear suddenly broke through the air, penetrated his abdomen, and nailed him to the wooden rafters of the tent.

"marshal!"

The deputy general next to him suddenly panicked and hurried over to rescue Tiehamu. Unexpectedly, more arrows like spears fell from the sky and killed most of their generals in an instant.

Tiehamu kept spitting blood foam in his mouth. The arrow had already crushed his internal organs and even shot his spine into two pieces.

The surrounding camp tents had already caught fire. As the fire spread, the entire Turkic camp quickly turned into a sea of ​​fire.

Although Tiehamu was seriously injured, he was not dead, but he had no ability to move at all, so he could only watch the fire swallow his body.

"Continue to let go!" Zhao Rui rode on the horse and looked coldly at the Turkic camp in front of him: "The mission you came out this time is to shoot all the arrows in your hands."

The sound of breaking through the air sounded one after another, and the rain of arrows in the sky continued to shoot into the Turkic camp, and the shrill screams were connected, like purgatory.

The Shang army gathered in Gucheng was originally herders gathered from various tribes in the grassland. Almost all of them grew up on horseback and were good at riding and shooting since childhood.

After careful selection, Zhao Rui selected 280,000 troops, each of whom was given 100 arrows, totaling 28 million arrows.

Such a number is enough to shoot all the 600,000 Turkic troops in the camp to death.

Such a tactic can only be used once at present. The arrows in front of you are the sum of all arrow reserves in the nearby grassland, Shiguo and Yabao.

After using it at one time, they didn't even have the arrows to hunt.

Zhao Rui was not worried at all. With the current national strength of the Da Shang Dynasty and the developed transportation, more arrows would be transported here soon.
Chapter completed!