Kang Lesheng was indeed worried when he made the plan. After the Tartars suffered a crushing defeat, he became more and more vigilant. However, there were not many people available in northern Henan. If defenses were set up everywhere, it would only turn into a sieve and leak air everywhere.

Only by playing the trick well can the Tartars be attracted to the bait, but millions of acres of land were burned at once, tens of thousands of people were retreating, and the courage was not something that ordinary people could do.

Fortunately, with Gu Zhenhua's strong support, the plan was truly implemented. When the carrier pigeon sent the news, Kang Lesheng fainted almost happily.

However, as long as the Tartars have not really taken the bait, they cannot mess up. If the last play is not performed well, the previous work will be wasted. He asked the soldiers to carry the old peasants away, continue to burn them as planned, and then burn all the houses, and all the personnel and materials from the surrounding counties are concentrated in Fengqiu.

The Anguo Army's fanfare actions could not be hidden from the Tartars, and the news soon reached the hands of the Quartet.

The Junta held the information and couldn't help but sigh: "This An Guojun is indeed unusual. He is ruthless in doing things. He not only treats the enemy, but also in himself. He is a good food and house, and it will burn it as soon as he says it!"

Ye Keshu also believed in intelligence, which was indeed in line with An Guojun's usual style.

"Master, the more panicked the Anguo army is, the chance to make contributions will come. Destroying all tens of thousands of ordinary people and hundreds of thousands of dans of food will definitely be a fatal blow to Gu Zhenhua's prestige. By then, the Master will be the first person to boost the morale of the army!"

"Hahaha, that's right!" Junta was also very proud: "Hurry. Let me speed up."

The Tartars traveled day and night for more than three days and finally entered Henan. Just like the territory, they were shocked. They saw that the fields were covered in darkness, the surrounding buildings were lit, and even the wells were blocked.

"It's so cruel!"

Junta gritted his teeth and said, "An Guojun! Let's fight to see who is more cruel!"

"Sir, we found an old man in the village!"

Several Tartars carried an old man like a vicious spirit and sent him to the quasi-tower.

"Old man, what's going on? Who burned your village and how long have they been away?"

The old man lay on the ground, wiped his tears, and cried bitterly, "I burned for more than one day, and everything was ruined. Let us all retreat south and say, "What did the Tartars come."

"Old man, don't fart!" A Tartar kicked him hard: "It's a Qing warrior, what a Tartar, I think you don't want to live anymore!"

"Slow!" Junta glared at his eyes and said deliberately angrily: "Why don't you know how to respect people of such an old age? Old sir, don't be afraid, the Qing Dynasty is the most reasonable, we will not force the people to abandon their homes. Can you tell me how many Ming troops are there, and where are they?"

"How many. Let me think about it... There was a whistle in our area, more than one hundred people. I heard that there were not many people in total, and now they are all in Fengqiu. My old man will never leave my home even if he dies. I will be destined to live or die, so I will guard my hometown!"

"Hahaha, come here, give the old man ten taels of silver."

The Quasi-Tao rewarded the old man, looked at Ye Keshu again, and said with a smile: "Zhang Zecheng sent news from him that there is only one battalion of Anguo Army, with only more than 500 people. Our 3,000 elite cavalry have absolutely a good chance of winning!"

Ye Keshu also hurriedly said: "That's right, especially these people have to be scattered and managed tens of thousands of people. The Qing warriors suddenly arrived, and they promised to be in a hurry and collapsed at once!"

The two finally made up their minds. Ye Keshu led a thousand cavalry on the left, and Junta led two thousand cavalry on the right, and quickly rushed towards Fengqiu.

...

"Brother Zhang, where are you going?"

Zhang Zecheng hurriedly covered his stomach and smiled awkwardly: "Brother Zhu, my stomach is a little uncomfortable, go and take it off!"

Zhu Chenghai smiled and said, "I feel a little uncomfortable when you say that, so let's go together."

"Then, two big men, aren't that good?"

"Brother Zhang, you are really interesting. Do you still want the girls to accompany you?"

Zhang Zecheng stopped with a wry smile, "Brother Zhu, I don't want to go after you interrupted this way. The people are going to retreat south. Should we do our duty as well?"

"Hahaha, Brother Zhang, who said the people were going south? Are you wrong?"

"Ah?" Zhang Zecheng's face changed and he asked hurriedly: "What do you mean by this? Didn't there be many carriages transferred yesterday? There are hundreds of carriages. Isn't this going to retreat?"

Zhu Chenghai laughed: "Brother Zhang, what came yesterday was not an ordinary carriage, but an elite soldier from the car camp. Let me tell you, their cars were equipped with ten muskets, and some even carried tiger squat cannons. They were powerful. Even if they met thousands of Tartars, they were not afraid."

When Zhang Zecheng heard this, he almost fell to the ground like five thunders thunder.

"Brother Zhu, why do you want to lie?"

"Hahaha, the real one is the real one. If we don't put forward such a big battle, can the Tartars be deceived and plunge into the net?"

Zhang Zecheng was really scared now. He tried his best to cover his stomach, his eyes, eyebrows, and mouth were all shrunk together.

"Brother Zhu, my stomach hurts so hard that I feel respectful!"

Zhang Zecheng turned around and ran away. Zhu Chenghai said nothing and sat with a smile. Zhang Zecheng had just run outside when two soldiers rushed towards him, one left and one right, grabbing Zhang Zecheng's arm.

"What are you doing? I want to be respectful!"

"Hahaha, there is a place where you can pull it, follow us!"

...

"Sir, there is the ferry in front of you!"

Ye Keshu rushed to the front with his men and horses. He took out his eyes and looked carefully. He saw that there were many cattle, horses and vehicles in front of him, and they were all filled with food, and they had not had time to transport them away.

Ye Keshu was overjoyed at the sight and shouted wildly: "Roll up and burn all the food!"

The Tartars rushed up crazily on the fields.

The coachmen from afar saw the Tartar cavalry and panicked, they all retreated, stumbled around and ran around.

"Hahaha, Minggou is a coward, kill it for me!"

As his saber approached, the Tartar wind swayed the clouds and rushed to the front of the grain truck. Someone couldn't wait to pick up the tarpaulin, which was full of newly harvested wheat.

The eyes of the Tartars were red. They took out fire-induced objects, and hundreds of torches threw them on the grain cart together. The wheat and horse cart were all flammable. When they were stained with Mars, they suddenly shone red, and the flames flew into the sky, making people's faces red.

Ye Keshu stood on a high place, looking at a fire snake, and was overjoyed and couldn't help laughing wildly, "Hahaha, I see what else you Mingdog eat, Warriors, give it to me..."

Before they could say anything, a huge flame popped out of the middle of the latest igniting carriage.

boom!

The explosion sounded, and the air waves overturned all four or five Tartars around them. The splashed wood chips fell on them, and their chests were suddenly thorny.

The carriage exploded, followed by the second and third cars... All of the vehicles exploded. Two or three hundred Tartars were overturned and killed in the explosion.

All these bags of grain containing food were carefully designed. After the grain was packed, the gunpowder was stuffed into the middle, and even some iron nails and sheets were placed to increase their power. All the bags of grain that had been added were placed underneath. The Tartars were happy to see the hunter and set fire to the fire. As a result, the flames burned to a certain extent, and all the gunpowder exploded.

The splashed wood chips and iron nails turned into countless darts, piercing the Tartars' throats and blinding their eyes. The Tartars fell into a pool of blood, and the raging fire snakes easily swallowed them.

Although Ye Keshu stood at a high place, there was also an iron piece that accidentally hit the eyeball of the war horse. The war horse jumped up and threw Ye Keshu under the horse.

Give it!

The guy almost fainted, but the physical pain was still a small matter. He rolled on the ground a few times and suddenly saw that behind the Tartars, a convoy quickly pressed up.

"Not good, hurry, retreat quickly!"

Several coat slaves supported Ye Keshu and finally climbed onto another war horse. They were ready to retreat. But it was too late at this time.

The 100-driving cart rushed to the front of the Tartars quickly, and right behind the shooting hole, the soldiers' eyes were blazing and staring at the Tartars.

"Go to die!" Lu Dongyong knocked the trigger, and saw a Tartar fall to the ground!

Suddenly, Lu Dongyong felt particularly happy. More than half a year ago, the three brothers lost their parents and could not escape with their fellow villagers. During the entire battle in northern Henan, Lu Dongyong and others were all civilians. For the victory of the battle, they wrinkled their shoulders and wore their shoes. Their hands and feet were covered with frostbite, without any complaints, only the pleasure of revenge.

After the war, Lu Dongyong joined the Anguo Army without any surprise. After several months of rigorous training, Lu Dongyong was completely transformed. He was already a good skill, and now he is a vanguard in the army, with almost no gunshot skills that surpass him.

Now he can finally go to the battlefield, show his skills and slaughter the enemy with his own hands. Lu Dongyong's blood boiled all over his body. He locked one Tartar after another, and kept taking the loaded muskets in his hand.

One shot, one shot, one shot, and a dense bullet shot from the car. The Tartar cavalry fell in pieces. They were just dazzled, but now they were beaten to death again, so they were so embarrassed!

Under the desperate protection of dozens of Tartars, Ye Keshu wanted to escape from the sky. Several loyal Baoyi slaves rushed to the front. They drew their bows and arrows and shot towards An Guojun.

Lu Dongyong was shooting with a musket when he suddenly banged!

The heavy arrow was nailed to the carriage, only two inches away from the shooting hole, which made Lu Dongyong sweat all over.

"Dog Tartars, go to die!"
Chapter completed!