In ancient times, soldiers had poor diet, and when it was dark, most people could not see anything clearly, which was the so-called night blindness. In addition, the poor transmission of night orders could cause large-scale camp roars. Therefore, most of the time, few armies would choose to attack at night. Night attacks and other things, of course, it is different.

Although Mandahai was young, he had been riding horses and fighting with his uncles and uncles for several years. Therefore, as soon as the night came, he ordered the attack to stop and the soldiers were in a hurry to prevent the Ming army from attacking.

Although he knew that once the attack was stopped at this moment, the Ming army would take this opportunity to strengthen the camp and cause greater losses to the self-army. However, Mandahai always believed that on the battlefield, being safe is the magic weapon to win, and what's the big deal if it was just killing more Han people.

The Ming army camp was destroyed, and even if it was renovated, it would be able to be taken down tomorrow.

Thinking of this, Mandahai was in a good mood. His servant sent a small can of wine mixed with a whole piece of roasted lamb leg. He ate meat while drinking it. His alcohol content was very good, and his face did not change color when drinking four or five pounds. The impact of this small can of wine on him was not worth mentioning at all. If it weren't for the war, this would not be enough for him to drink.

Mandahai slapped his mouth and poured the last bit of wine from the jar into his intestines, still feeling a little unfulfilled.

At this time, his deputy general Dechunni suddenly turned the tent in and said in a deep voice: "General, there is movement over the Ming army."

Mandahai looked excited and suddenly kicked over the case and walked out with a big stride. He held heavy troops in his hand, and sneak attacks at night were the only way for the Ming army to win. If he could take advantage of the situation to defeat them tonight, then tomorrow, perhaps only tonight, he could go straight to the other side without having to pay too much loss.

But imagination and reality are always a little different. When Mandahai heard the soldiers' reports, he shouted in disbelief: "What did you say? Minggou escaped?"

"Report to the master, I was monitoring the movements of the Ming army on the hills. Suddenly I heard that the people and horses on their side were restless. I thought they were going to go out to attack our army. But after about half an hour, a large group of people suddenly walked to the south with torches. The slave realized that they were running away, so he quickly reported to the master."

Mandahai looked ugly and pondered for a moment: "Minggou is cunning. First, send 200 people to the camp to see if they have really retreated? In addition, send more scouts to explore the surroundings to ensure that there are no ambushes from the Ming army."

After a while, the gate of the Ming army camp opened, and a Qing army shouted loudly: "Master, Minggou has really retreated, and there is no one in the base. They escaped in a hurry, leaving a lot of firewood and food."

Mandahai nodded and directed the front to enter the camp, thinking in his heart whether to send his troops to pursue him.

The Ming army was mainly infantry and with wounded soldiers, they should not drive too fast. If they try their best to chase them, they will definitely be able to catch up. But he always doubted in his heart whether the Ming army retreated without any defense? It seemed that they were not worried about pursuing their own army. But he was not completely sure that this was the Ming army's trick, after all, this camp was obviously uncontrollable. In moments of despair, people could make some particularly stupid decisions.

Just as Mandahai was hesitating, he suddenly heard a loud thunder-like sound. His face suddenly changed. He looked up and saw the original camp bricks and stones flying everywhere, and the fires were everywhere, completely sinking into the smoke of gunpowder. The soldiers who had just rushed in screamed and ran out of the camp. Some of them were still burning, making screams that were not as human as humans. The soldiers next to him rushed forward, extinguished the flames with their clothes, and pulled him backwards.

Most of the soldiers were stunned and did not understand what was going on. The flames were scorching the walls, broken limbs and broken arms were thrown everywhere, and the air was filled with the smell of meat being roasted, which made people want to vomit.

Mandahai's expression was as frost as he thought, and he thought that the Ming army had set up some mechanism in advance. Gunpowder caused an explosion, and the firewood was to make the fire burn a little bigger, so as to stop the pursuit of his own army.

At the same time, he secretly felt glad in his heart that the gunpowder was not ignited by people, so it caused an explosion after some of the former soldiers entered. It looked amazing, but the actual loss was not large, at most one or two hundred people. If it was detonated after most of them entered, the loss would be huge.

Mandahai sneered in his heart, this is your plan to stop it, it is too stupid. He turned behind him and ordered loudly: "Madarou, lead your subordinates to clear a road for me in the shortest time. Dechunni, you lead the infantry and cavalry to be ready at any time. Once the road is cleared, you will immediately go and chase the Ming army, kill all of them for me."

The two of them took the order loudly and responded to their subordinates' preparations.

De Chunni was nearly forty years old and was originally a slave of the Daishan family. Later, Daishan valued him and his status rose. This time, when Mandahai went to war, Daishan asked him to follow him because he was attracted by his old and steady attitude. But this time after listening to Mandahai's words, he felt that the Ming army was indeed running away. He ordered three hundred cavalry and seven hundred infantrymen, and pursued them all the way.

The fire dragons in the distance were getting closer and closer, and they were about to catch up. The Qing soldiers were full of excitement, and they were all ready to chase forward, and they were full of murderous aura.

At this moment, Dechunni suddenly found that the torch in front suddenly extinguished and the surroundings fell into darkness. He hesitated for a moment, but the fighting spirit in his heart surpassed everything. He shouted loudly and shouted: "Ming army is right in front, everyone accelerated their progress."

Seeing that most of the army had entered the ambush circle, Zhao Xusheng turned his head to the drum officer beside him and said, "Start! Order the drum beat."

Suddenly, drums were heard in the dense forests of the hills, shaking the sky and the earth.

More than a thousand soldiers rushed through the bushes with their faces. There were cavalrymen, which rushed down like a storm, quickly rushing down from the hillside, cutting off the Qing army's formation in the waist. Some infantrymen rushed forward with long swords and spears and stabbed into the Qing army's body without mercy. There were fire soldiers, artillery shells, and guns and shells bombed into the Qing army formation.

At the same time, the Ming army, who had been running away on the road ahead, emerged from somewhere, and turned around and rushed into the Qing army.

For a moment, the sound of horse hooves, the shouts of killing, and the sound of war drums were heard, and loudly in the dark night.

When the Qing army saw the Ming army suddenly rushed out of the woods, they were immediately panicked.

Dechunni's face also changed drastically, but he was calm and tried his best to restrain some of the soldiers and resisted fiercely. However, most of the soldiers were in chaos and scattered everywhere, and the Ming army gained an overwhelming advantage.
Chapter completed!