This sandbank is not far from the mouth of Xiaoling River. In addition, the strong wind from the sea is blowing the sea boats, and the high tide waves at night push the sea boats. There are more than 700 people in the group, riding 61 large and small boats.

The boat arrived at the mouth of the river in about two-quarters of an hour.

The rising tide poured into the estuary area, and many small sandbars were submerged, with only a piece of reed exposed in some cases, making the river look much wider.

At the same time, the dozen or so large ships in Yuan Jin's fleet were able to take advantage of the rising tide and move some distance deeper into the river mouth.

However, in order to avoid the huge masts and sails on the big ship and avoid alerting the enemy and being discovered by the sentry post on the watchtower in the Tatar camp, Yang Zhen and Yuan Jin decided to transfer to small boats in batches not far from the mouth of the river to land.

Yang Zhen led the left and right wings of the musketeers under his command, and was the first to set foot on the ground at the branch of the river where they had stopped and landed last night.

There is water everywhere on the ground, but this layer of water is very shallow, just about your ankles, and the ground underwater is fairly solid.

Zhang Degui and his ten-man "gun carrying team" who then came ashore, and thirty people from the right wing of the artillery team, carried the guns and cannons they were responsible for in twos and threes, and carried heavy ammunition. First, under the command of Yang Shen, they formed a formation

In a loose formation, one step deeper and the other shallow, followed Yang Zhen's Musketeers and marched deeper into the reed beach.

Behind them, centipede boats docked at the reed beach in the river branch, unloading batches of soldiers where their predecessors had set foot.

Between the reed marsh and the river branch, the water and the bank have become one piece. There are no traces left by the predecessors. The newcomers have no way to get started. If they are not careful, they will fall into the water.

Fortunately, the artillery team of Yang Zhen's advance battalion "in groups of three" carried the Tiger Crouching Cannon off the ship to follow up. The grenadiers in charge of Li Lu and Pan Xi also got off the ship safely and submerged in the cold water.

They simply lined up in the water at their feet, then quickly followed the path left by the team in front, heading west.

Li Lu and Pan Xi of the Grenadier Corps each led a team and headed west side by side. Everyone was covered with large or small "earth bombs" filled with gunpowder. They looked more like

"Suicide Squad".

After the grenadiers, came the one hundred dismounted "heavy cavalry" led by Zu Keyong - each of them wore iron helmets and heavy armor, held bows and arrows, and carried long knives at their waists.

It was quiet, there was no sound except the sound of the water jumping off the boat.

When they got ashore, they immediately formed a team without saying anything, and then followed Zu Keyong and quickly headed west. It looked like they were well-trained.

What is completely different from Zu Keyong's men is that Xu Changyong's three hundred Mongolian soldiers have been in chaos since they got off the ship - cursing because their legs and feet were wet, and pushing and shouting in the crowd because they were overcrowded.

, and some struggled and called for help because they accidentally fell into a river branch.

Although everyone lowered their voices and the noise was not loud, it still made Xu Changyong anxious.

As soon as Xu Changyong got off the boat, he immediately stood in the shallow water on the shore, yelled at his men in a low voice to gather in formation, and asked the commanders and generals he had assigned to control his men.

In this way, everyone was gathered and the team was organized. It took more than a quarter of an hour in chaos, and Xu Changyong was so anxious that he stamped his feet.

And Yuan Jin was so anxious that he ordered his men from behind not to jump off the boat and go ashore, so as not to cause greater chaos.

Of course, Yang Zhen could no longer care about the chaos behind him.

It was the first time for him to organize such a march and night attack, and he had no experience. Although he had arranged the marching sequence in advance, it was all on paper. To implement it in practice, he must have extremely strong organizational and coordination skills, as well as a strong

High military quality.

However, for Yang Zhen and his men, they do not possess these two crucial things.

Fortunately, this special terrain and the current special environment allowed their team, which was complex and lacked coordination, to remain intact.

In the end, as Yuan Jin's 200 naval battalion of "daring warriors" successfully landed and marched westward as a whole, no team lost their way or fell behind in the chaos of the dark night.

The experienced Yuan Jin also left enough manpower to move a large number of centipede boats transporting personnel and supplies to the reed swamps.

When Yuan Jin settled his retreat and began to lead his troops westward, Yang Zhen, who was leading the first echelon of musketeers, had already reached the edge of the reed swamp area.

In front of him, there was still the grassy beach, the moonlight in the sky was like water, and the earth was peaceful. Only the wind blew past his ears, blowing the reeds, grass and the black pine forest in the distance in front of him, constantly blowing with the wind.

Swinging and rising.

After Yang Zhen sent the order to check the muskets and ammunition he carried with him again, he immediately made up his mind and said: "Zhang Chen leads the left wing in front, Zhang Guogan leads the right wing and follows me! The artillery team and the grenadiers will follow! Let's go!"

As soon as Yang Zhen finished speaking, Zhang Chen, like a leopard that had been ready to attack, hunched over and jumped out. The twenty musketeers on the left wing of the musketeers following him also followed suit.

, and then quickly followed up.

When the sentry returned last time, Zhang Chen had already informed everyone under his command of the terrain and precautions along the route of the night attack.

Everyone, including the right wing of the musketeers, the artillery team and the grenadiers, knew that this operation was no small matter. They had fought so many battles with Yang Zhen in the past, but none of them were as complicated as this one.

In previous wars, they just followed the Shangguan to fight fiercely. They didn't need to use their brains at all, and they didn't need to play all kinds of conspiracies. But this time it doesn't work. One carelessness may make the whole operation abort, and there is no time to even implement it.

It failed.

Fortunately, Yang Zhen's subordinates are all veterans who have fought for the rest of their lives, especially Zhang Chen, who is leading the charge, which makes Yang Zhen very relieved.

After Zhang Chen led his team to rush out, Yang Zhen and Yang Zhan'ao also jumped out quickly as if they were running away from each other.

Zhang Guogan, who was usually annoying with his foul talk, rarely became calm at this time. Without saying a word, he led his right wing and ran towards the dark woods ahead.

This time around, it's completely different from the last time.

Now that it is known that the Tatars have no lurking posts in the black pine forest, and the patrol team in the first half of the night has passed by this time, and the patrol team in the second half of the night will not come for more than an hour, so Yang Zhen and others took action.

This time I became more daring and ran all the way without stopping. After only a few ups and downs, I arrived at the edge of the black pine forest.

In the blink of an eye, he disappeared into the black pine forest, as if he had never appeared on the grassy beach.

The Tatar camp was still the same camp, with a tall log fence standing there, and the bright lights in the camp shone through the gaps in the fence and caught Yang Zhen's eyes.

"Sir! I've seen it, and there's nothing changed! It's the same as what we saw when we came last night! Should we go now, or wait?"

As soon as Yang Zhen arrived at the place he had visited, he ordered Zhang Chen to go to a higher place to observe to see if there were any significant changes in the layout of the Tatar camp and to see if the number of garrison tents had increased.

He was also worried that his plan would not be able to keep up with the changes, and that something unexpected would happen in the Tatar camp in just one day.

Fortunately, in just one day, the Tatars outside Songshan City had not had time to discover that there was an additional force like him at the mouth of the Xiaoling River, so they did not increase the Tatar garrison in the rear camp on the north bank of the Xiaoling River.

"Let's wait! Once we launch, we can only succeed, not fail! We still have few manpower, at least we have to wait until Zu Keyong's troops come up before launching!"

While Yang Zhen and Zhang Chen were talking, Zhang Guogan had already arrived with his men.

Immediately afterwards, Zhang Degui also led his team to the position, and according to Yang Zhen's prior arrangements, he quickly deployed the ten tiger squatting cannons on the edge of the black pine forest in the direction of the Tatar camp.

Without saying anything else, he first filled the pre-prepared quantitative powder packs and shotgun packs.

Although the Tiger Crouching Cannon has a short barrel and a short range, it is better because of its thick skin and large caliber. It is loaded with shotguns and can bombard dense crowds at close range. The effect is very good.

The tall log fence of the Tatar camp was only thirty or forty steps away from the edge of the black pine forest. When the Tatars chased out, the distance would be even closer.
Chapter completed!