Jiang Yugang stood at the highest point of the Nansang Village wall, looking at the winding mountain road in the distance. The torches of the Luchuan Army were like fireflies in the dark field, flickering and approaching the cottage.

The wind was cool at night, and the crown of the ancient tree above Jiang Yu's head swayed, making a rustling sound, and a few sparse leaves fell and fell on Jiang Yugang and Ah Tian.

Ah Tian, who had experienced many battles, was no longer as panicked as before, although his calves were still trembling slightly, his face had become much calmer.

She turned to look in the direction of the depths of the stockade, where the night celebrations of fire had reached its most frenzied stage, and countless torches were waving in the night, leaving dazzling traces.

"Do you want to inform them that they are ready to fight?" Ah Tian clenched the Xiao Lang in his hand a little nervously. In later generations, it was generally called gourd silk, which was a very well-known musical instrument, but now, Jiang Yu used it as a military horn to announce news.

Along the fence of the cottage, every key point guarded, there are arranged for someone to hold the Lang Lang to observe the situation, once someone hears the sound of the Lang Lang, they must also follow their own Lang Lang, to achieve the rapid spread of the news in the entire cottage.

Marked by the sound of the chatter, when the villagers in the cottage heard the sound, they immediately took up their arms and prepared for battle. The position of the battle was arranged by Chen Ziyu in advance according to the street pattern near the secret passage, and the goal was to retreat into the secret passage as quickly as possible.

"Wait." Jiang Yuyan carefully observed the movements of the vanguard of the Luchuan soldiers and judged their position. He made up his mind that from now on, he must popularize optical knowledge and glass-making technology in Lu Chong's alchemy institute to realize the manufacture of telescopes. However, at this time, he still had to rely on his own naked eyes to observe the enemy situation with great effort.

"To... When? Ah Tian watched as the torches of the Luchuan soldiers were already approaching the outer wall of Nansang Village.

"Wait..."Jiang Yugang didn't finish this sentence, because a sturdy Luchuan soldier had already turned over flexibly and jumped onto a platform built on the wall where Jiang Yugang and Ah Tian were located.

The Luchuan soldier looked at Jiang Yugang and Ah Tian a little dazed. When they approached the village, they had already faintly seen the fire and joyful singing in Nansang Village, so they made a judgment: Nansang Village was celebrating tonight's fire night.

He thought that he had bypassed the main gate of the village, climbed over the wall, and infiltrated the cottage secretly, but he did not expect to run into two heavily armed guards head-on. These two people are exceptionally well-equipped, and they don't look like people from Nansang Village, but like - Ming Army?

The Luchuan soldier exclaimed in surprise and wanted to flee from the same way, but Jiang Yu's knife was faster, and his head had fallen to the ground in the blink of an eye. Jiang Yuyan threw the Xiao Lang in his hand to Ah Tian, who was also a little frightened by this scene, and ordered, "You can blow it now." ”

Ah Tian nodded in a panic, took a full breath, and then blew the basket. The melodious sound of the Xiao Lang sounded a little abruptly, and the sleepy people in other strongholds, who were already waiting for the signal, heard this sound, and they were also refreshed, and they picked up the Xiao Lang in their hands one after another.

The voice of the chanter was, enemy attack.

Nansangzhai, which was originally in the hustle and bustle because of the carnival of the fire night, fell into a short stagnation because of this loud and loud sound, and then made tense and orderly preparations. They all knew that this night of fire was nothing more than a camouflage to confuse the enemy, and all kinds of long and short knives were hidden in the places where they could quickly hold the knives, and they were quickly camouflaged.

And with the sound of chattering echoing in the night sky of Nansang Village, the Ming army resting outside the cottage also quickly armed and began to prepare for battle. Finally, at the main gate of the cottage, the only Ming soldier guarding here was Yu Shi, an intelligence officer of the Intelligence Department, who quietly stuffed a slightly flattened stone under the boulder blocking the gate, and then withdrew.

The other villagers guarding the gate didn't have time to react, only to see the boulder blocking the gate suddenly shook weirdly, and the ecstatic voice of the Luchuan soldiers who pushed the door behind the gate came, and after a bang, the gate collapsed, and the boulder rolled away, and the Luchuan soldiers swarmed in.

Seeing this scene, Yu Shi also took out a chanter and blew it, but the tone was slightly different from the previous one. It seems to be deliberately different from the voice announcing the arrival of the Luchuan soldiers earlier.

After hearing this voice, Jiang Yuyan nodded and motioned to Ah Tian. Ah Tian also blew Yu Shi's chattering tone, conveying new information.

The new tone means, ignition.

After this new round of sound signals sounded, the Ming soldiers and members of the intelligence department scattered throughout the village began to move one after another, knocking down the paper lamp stands around them, and throwing torches towards the nearby bamboo building.

Nansang Village, which was originally as bright as day because of the fire night, was shrouded in fire at this moment, and panicked emotions began to spread in the hearts of the villagers and Luchuan soldiers at the same time.

The Luchuan army's offensive became more ferocious, they relied on the numerical advantage to constantly attack the militia of the villagers to guard the main roads, under the impact of their frenzied because of the fire, the militia almost immediately collapsed, began to scatter and flee.

The Luchuan soldiers, on the other hand, continued to achieve success, confirming the water sources that had been occupied, and looking for containers that could hold water everywhere to try to extinguish the fires in the village.

But now in this way to try to control the fire, it is already a drop in the bucket, the flames are monstrous, the smoke is billowing, for a while, Nansangzhai has fallen into the hell of fire from the excitement of the fire night celebration just now.

At this time, Jiang Yugang had already taken Ah Tian towards the secret passage, and while running, Ah Tian stopped from time to time, trying to blow the third kind of loud tone, and after hearing it, the Ming army and intelligence personnel everywhere also ran towards the secret passage, and also blew this tone in response.

The third tone means, retreat.

Watching the Ming army retreat towards the secret passage, the militias who were defeated everywhere because they could not resist the attack of the Luchuan soldiers also followed the footsteps of the Ming army and ran towards the secret passage.

One of the leaders of the militia in Nansang Village, an old Orion named Dong Ge, found Jiang Yu in the chaos. Half of his hair had been scorched, his face had been blackened by thick smoke, and he reported the situation to Jiang Yu in a bit of embarrassment: "Baihu, although we have successfully set up an ambush, we still can't resist the Luchuan soldiers, there are too many of them!" ”

When the other leader saw Jiang Yuran, he also ran over in disgrace: "Baihu, I couldn't hold it here, as soon as the fight started, the fire and paper lamps were burned together, several bamboo buildings were burned down, and all my subordinates were in chaos." ”

"Rubbish! We took advantage of the geographical advantage, and used the fire night as a cover, taking advantage of the fact that the Luchuan soldiers were not paying attention to them by surprise, and as a result, they all ran away when they saw the fire one by one? Chen Ziyu stood aside, and without waiting for Jiang Yu to say anything, he reprimanded first: "Could it be that this fire has eyes, and it will only burn our own people, and will not touch the Luchuan soldiers?" ”