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The tent vanguard camp.
At this moment, no one noticed anything. The night on the grassland was as cold as ever, so many twig people who were on the night still curled up in a ball while drinking strong wine around the bonfire.
After the noise in the camp, it gradually became quiet. However, occasionally, some drunken tiles would suddenly quarrel and fight. The people next to them would not go up to persuade them, but would dance to cheer them up. Then a centurion would whip hard and answer the troubled parties with a whip. He cursed and calmed down the situation.
Although he is a vanguard of the tent, his military discipline is not very good. The treasures never advocate military discipline, but only respect personal courage. If he has the ability to drink, he will be even more powerful.
In Rongdi, there were dozens of tile stingers who came to the Jiao Army. Their accent was Monan Mongolian, which attracted the ridicule of warriors in the camp from time to time. In the eyes of the tent vanguard, those who spoke authentic Monan Mongolian were almost the same as those in the capital, and they felt a little contempt in their hearts.
However, the other party was kind-hearted. If these people had appeared in the past, they would have attracted the attention of the commanders of the camp. However, tonight, the commanders of the commanders did not have any suspicion.
In fact, the reason is very simple. Everyone knows that there are people everywhere in Monan to win people's hearts, and tribes are also taking sides for the tribe's future. It is said that the princess has already subdued the Khanate to control the tribes in Monan for the Deputy Privy Council. It is understandable that those tribes that had previously sprinted with the Khanate to show goodwill with fine wine at this time.
For these people, the Deputy Privy Councilor, if he is not in the commander, he will make the decision by himself. No matter what, in Mongolia, if someone brings you fine wine, you will not accept it, it will be regarded as an insult and provocation. There is no need to offend a tribe at this critical moment.
Not to mention that these fine wines are extremely fragrant. It is said that no one can refuse this temptation by using cattle and sheep from the Jubao Caravan.
The other party first brought dozens of jars of such fine wine, which were shared by the warriors on night, and then they transported many of them by Lele trucks and couldn't finish them for a while, so they simply deposited them into the account.
The tired and tiring people in the south of the desert were gone after transporting seven or eight trucks of fine wine.
At this time, it was already dark and everything was quiet. Occasionally, there was a noise coming from the camp next door. However, no one noticed that a tent marquis named Kabu swayed drunkenly behind a tent, pulled open the belt tied around his waist and opened his mouth and hummed. However, the cold wind rustled, causing him to fight a cold war after he drowning, and quickly pulled up his pants. At this time, his eyes were dazzled and he actually saw a lot of figures outside the camp.
Kabu was stunned for a moment, then shouted outside, which awakened several of his companions. Someone muttered and shouted at him, scolding him a few words, and then the sound of the sound came out.
Fire like fried beans sounded from the southeast sides. The camp of the tent vanguard was backed by a lake to facilitate water withdrawal. Therefore, only the southeast sides were facing the nearby camps. The sudden sound of fire was almost inconsistent with countless camps. Especially the camp of the tent vanguard, no one knew what happened. He heard the guards who were on the night and fell to the ground. He was even more frightened. Until now, everyone knew what happened. The sound of fire was earth-shaking and vented all the steel bullets into the camp. In fact, based on these alone, the lethality was not great. Except for the occasional guards hit by stray bullets, most people were intact. However, many people woke up from their dreams and didn't know where the enemy came from, and saw that their companions fell to the ground. Even the brave warriors were so scared that they didn't know what to do.
In the chaos, countless people didn't even have time to put on their boots and armor, and could not even find their weapons, so they rushed out of the tent, pushed each other and trampled on each other.
Most of the casualties were caused by mutual trampling, while the intermittent sound of the fire system was still resounding continuously, with almost no signs of stopping. Panic spread out immediately, covering the entire camp.
A thousand-man commander came out of the tent. After all, he had been through a long battle formation, so he was quite calm. He quickly summoned his personal soldiers, first cursed, and then shouted: "This is the voice of the Fire Tong. I have heard in Datong that it is Han people. It is those Han people coming, so everyone should not be afraid. Although the Fire Tong of the Han people is powerful, as long as we ride on horseback, it is not scary.
He shouted loudly, and finally grabbed the hearts of the people. Many people reacted. After all, these people were fierce warriors. Once they understood that this was not a ghost, they suddenly became brave. Although the chaos was still unstoppable, hundreds of people rushed into the horse circle under the agitation of these thousand households and one thousand personal troops.
As long as you ride a horse, the thorns will be unstoppable. This is their belief, and they never doubt this belief.
"Quick..., fast..." The commander of the thousand-man shouted, and brought the crowds of people to get closer and closer to the horse circle. The horses in the horse circle were also frightened. Fortunately, they were just running around in the horse circle. The commander of the thousand-man took the lead in the horse circle and then flocked in with the crowd, touching the war horses. Many people recovered their confidence, and some people couldn't help but shouted under the moonlit night: "Alla!"
"Allah!"
Countless people responded.
Back on the horse's back, their courage doubled, and countless people shouted to kill each other. The next moment, they would tear these Han people who were injured by the hidden arrows into pieces, so that they could see the power of the tent vanguard Iron Cavalry.
But at this time, there was a loud bang in the camp, and the sound almost shocked everyone's eardrums. A tent suddenly exploded, and the huge explosion rushed directly into the sky dozens of meters with a raging fire. Then a wave of heat swept across the explosion point as the center, and countless broken iron nails and burning felt cloth hit the people around.
What's going on...
Before everyone could react, another tent exploded, one after another, with as many as seven or eight explosions, and countless people were blown away. What was even more hopeless was that under this violent explosion, the entire camp fell into a sea of fire. The horse horses in the horse circle were finally frightened, and then they began to madly show their hooves and bald warriors sitting on the horse were thrown on the horse, while some could not control the horses at all. Seeing that the horses sitting down rushed towards the fence of the horse circle, despair was flashing through their eyes.
The exploding tents were the places where fine wine was stored, where cans were filled with saltpeter direct fuses, and someone took advantage of this time to ignite the fuses and also dealt a fatal blow to the arch-garde warriors.
Many crazy war horses have already rushed down the fence and rushed around in vain. These original warriors have now become executioners, unhesitating the chaotic crowd. Some have been killed by the Fire Command, some have been killed, some have been surrounded by flames, and some have been trampled to death by the war horses.
The matter was not over yet, and the warriors who had lost their last courage began to escape on foot. Some jumped into the lake close to the camp. The lake was cold and the people were mostly drools. Suddenly, many people struggled in the water to call for help. Some people began to break through the southeast, but what was greeted was not just the increasingly dense fire system. They found in despair that countless nails were scattered on the outside of the camp. This was not a huge horse nail, but a Mitsubishi nail that was specially designed to guard against infantrymen. The protruding part was only one foot long, and it could not stop the war horses equipped with horseshoes, but could stop these warriors without horses.
"ah",…"
Some people's soles were directly penetrated by nails and let out a terrible cry. Such terrible cry was everywhere, forcing these people who were fleeing in a hurry to be cautious, slow down, and step on them with light feet. Their speed was slowed down many times than when they were running. These people who acted like snails were completely exposed to the command of the fire command teams and entered an effective range.
"Bang",..."
Faced with these people who were blocked and panicked, the fire flew to exert their maximum power, and there were wailing everywhere. The fallen tile samurai warriors who fell like harvesting wheat were already extremely desperate, and were shot and killed by enemies in the dark like targets.
In fact, they didn't know that these Han people did not send a fatal blow, but the time for the fatal blow was not far away.
More than 400 people rode on horses in the dark. These powerful soldiers of Kong Wu looked at the camps with raging fires and wailing everywhere in the distance, with their faces lit up.
Liu Chengfeng was wearing a leather armor, with a beast-faced helmet on his head. Below his sword eyebrows, his deep eyes were indifferent. Life was no longer important at this moment. A raging fire ignited in his body. Then the eager flame turned into Liu Chengfeng's words. He pulled out the imperial sword at his waist, held up the sword high, and the sword edge shone brightly. Under the moon, before the raging fire and thick smoke, Liu Chengfeng yelled in a hoarse voice: "The blood debt of Pingyuan Fort is here to ask for the lives of my Ming soldiers and civilians at this time. Please take back the shame of the court. Please follow me. Kill them all, don't leave any one, kill!"
"kill!"
The sound of the Fire Tong finally subsided suddenly, and the tent samurai warriors who had finally passed the Mitsubishi Nail escaped were desperately discovered, ",... the familiar sound of horse hooves resounded, the earth was trembling, the night was still so dark, but in this darkness, thousands of troops rushed over...!~!
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