Half of the team moved over after Dudway took out the Northwest Corner Swim Outpost. The other half were still waiting at the northern wall.

While waiting for the second swimming outpost, the four of Dudewei took off their previous wet military uniforms, dried their bodies, changed into a full set of camouflage, and took up their assault rifles.

When everything was ready, the second swimming post did not come up.

Looking at his watch, he found that it was already half past nine in the evening, and Du Dewei couldn't help but feel a little anxious: There are still a large number of troops waiting to launch an attack behind Jingzhong Mountain, so it's not a matter of waiting?

Just as he was about to forcibly send men to break through and finish off all three sentinels in one fell swoop, the remaining mobile sentinel finally moved.

In the whining night wind, above the eastern wall of Santunying City, about twenty meters in the air, a small figure emitting an infrared spectrum appeared in the hovering drone lens.

After waiting patiently for nearly ten minutes, the wandering sentry finally entered the door of the watchtower in the northeast corner.

The moment the sentry entered the door, the remaining team members hidden in the north city wall began to move there, and at the same time, a report of the sentry being cleared came from Du Dewei's headphones.

After the two teams divided into two were in place, Du Dewei began to do the same, ordering two groups of four members to take advantage of the cover of the city wall to go to the lower two corner towers to clean up the sentinels.

The circumference of the city reaches 7 miles, as long as someone does not put the flag flower rocket in the corner tower into the sky, or beat the gong and blow the horn on the spot, the ordinary silencer gunshot, the people of the general military office in the city will never hear it.

So when the two dutiful sentinels were still watching the night in the direction of Zunhua, they were pierced through the back by the raiders who opened the door.

After controlling the southwest and southeast corner towers, the city wall part of Santun Camp City was completely occupied by the special combat team.

At this time, Du Dewei, who had grown an air, began to give orders again and again: eight members of the team served as lookout posts at the four corners, and the other twenty people went down to the city wall and began to infiltrate the vicinity of the General Army's Mansion, ready to attack and respond to emergencies at any time.

The rest of the team began to apply lubrication to the winches and ropes of the towers—placing the drawbridges and opening the gates.

The south gate facing Jingzhong Mountain is the most convenient gate to lead troops into the city. At the same time as the team members put the suspension bridge, 200 soldiers of the Guards Battalion with guns on their backs had quietly walked out of Jingzhong Pass.

After crossing the short mountain road, when the soldiers of the Guards Battalion came to the moat, the drawbridge over the city had fallen silently, the latch of the city gate had also been removed, and at the gate of the black hole, several torches were drawing a ring of fire, leading the soldiers into the city.

Under the command of a tall second lieutenant with a purple birthmark on half of his face, the trained soldiers began to change formation, changing from four to two, and then passed the drawbridge with a light stride.

At that moment, a burst of gunfire came from the city.

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Mu Zhang'a stretched his waist and yawned, then made a wine gap, and felt the urge to urinate, so he planned to release the water on the spot.

Just as he was untying his trouser belt, several people who were still sober on the side began to scold: "Mu Zhang'a, you wild roe deer, get away and be a little sassy." ”

Flying over with the scolding was the pig bones thrown by Niu Lu Ezhen Su and Tai.

"Haha, you bastards, you've only lived in a big house for a few days, and you think you're a Mingren?"

Mu Zhang'a, who was already half drunk, was hit by the bones in his head, pulled up his trouser belt, staggered, and left the small school field in front of the General Soldier's Mansion with a curse, passed through the crooked and slanted main gate of the government office, which had already been opened, stood on the steps in front of the door, opened his pants and peed.

"It's still comfortable in Mingguo!" Mu Zhang'a, who was half-conscious, lowered his head, his body swayed from side to side, and peed comfortably.

During this period of time, as the soldiers and horses of the broken soldiers and horses left behind in the Santun camp with white flags, the two Tartar soldiers of Niu Lu can be said to have lived a fairy life. Santun Camp is the headquarters of the town, and it is usually responsible for the supply of grain and grass in several directions, so the reserves are very sufficient.

Even if they were taken away a lot by the army out of the customs, the more than 500 Tartar soldiers of these two Niu Lu can be described as eating and drinking spicy food these days, barbecuing every day, and having fun every day.

"Sooner or later, I robbed the Han people's land to raise their clothes." Mu Zhang'a, a famous warrior in Niulu, although he is very tough in front of others, deep in his heart, he still wants to leave the cruel white mountains and black waters and come to the land of the Han people.

Mu Zhang'a, who finished peeing, staggered and turned around to go back. After taking two steps into the mansion, Mu Zhang'a suddenly stopped, fell back again, and opened his mouth wide to look at the right-hand side.

In ancient times, the castles had a central cross street that led directly to the four gates. The Santun Camp General Soldier's Mansion is located in the middle of the city, so in Mu Zhang'a's position, he only needs to turn his head to see the south gate in the distance.

Under the bright moonlight, in the cave of the South Gate more than a mile away, several torches were constantly circling, which was extremely conspicuous in the dark night.

Although he couldn't see it very clearly, Mu Zhang'a still realized one thing through the dark doorway and the chiaroscuro of the moonlight outside the door: the south door had been opened.

"Ah......h After a wild roar, Mu Zhang'a, who was covered in hair, completely woke up. As a result, just as he was about to rush into the yamen, a short shot came from the dark, and all three bullets hit, and Mu Zhang'a immediately fell in front of the gate of the General Soldier's Mansion.

Muzhang'a's death was still significant: his shouts and gunfire immediately alarmed the Tartars who were lying on the school grounds.

At the same time, Du Dewei, who was far away in the South Gate Tower, heard a hurried announcement from his headset: "Report, contact with the enemy, contact!" ”

After hearing the gunshots and the alarm, Du Dewei waved his hand and rushed to the city with the special combat team members beside him: "Attack!" Storm! Reinforcements will arrive later! ”

He didn't have time to ask why, so he could only give emergency instructions according to the plan.

At the same time, he copied the walkie-talkie and shouted: "The plan is exposed, change to a strong attack!" ”

The soldiers of the Guards Battalion, who were walking through the doorway under their feet, suddenly heard a sharp whistle, and then a loud shout: "All of them, run forward!" ”

At this time, Du Dewei changed to a walkie-talkie channel: "Old money, there is a firefight, hurry up and besiege the city!" ”

There was a short phrase: "Understood".

Immediately afterwards, the sound of rumbling horses' hooves came from the direction of Jingzhong Pass.

While Du Dewei was carrying out a series of voice-activated operations, a wave of offensive and defensive battles had already been fought at the gate of the General Army's Mansion: more than a dozen Tartar soldiers who heard the sound of gunfire rushed to the gate with waist knives.

They were greeted by bullets.

Carrying a knife, Niu Lu Ezhen Su and Tai, who followed the crowd at the end, had just crossed the big threshold in front of the door when he saw several strings of sparks shooting from across the street through the cracks in the people.

Before Su Hetai could figure out the situation, the Tartar soldiers in front of him began to be swept down layer by layer, flesh and blood severed limbs flying, and corpses were piled up at the gate.

Su Hetai, who was lucky not to be hit by the bullet, rolled back behind the threshold. In just a few seconds, Niu Lu Ezhen, who commanded 300 warriors, had become disheveled and covered in blood.

I saw him rolling and crawling, shouting to the others who came to reinforce him: "Armor, armor, it's a firecracker!" ”

The two or three hundred Tartar soldiers gathered on the school ground, heard the words and shouted, and all turned around and ran to the back of the Ya - the armor and horses were all in those exquisite houses of the Ya Hou, and after the Tatar soldiers entered the city, they regarded the General Soldier's Mansion as a horse farm.

Such a loud commotion outside had already alerted the other part of the Tartar soldiers in the back office. So when the two gangs began to prepare for battle, the rear government suddenly became a pot of porridge.

The number of two Niulu Tartar soldiers stationed in the Santun camp was theoretically 600. Due to the loss of some after entering the customs, there are now only 550 people.

The soldiers and horses of these two Niu Lu are basically proportioned according to the three-three system: one-third of the Manchu people are inlaid with white flags, one-third are covered with eight banners, and one-third are coated.

These Han people are all "naturalized" bannermen in the early years, so the "loyalty" is relatively high. Although on weekdays, these people are also responsible for doing chores and feeding the horses and cooking, but once they go into battle, these people are also regular cavalry who can charge and kill.

However, today's scene does not need to be killed: the enemy army has no idea that it has hit the yamen, at this time, the short-handed soldiers, and they will share life and death when they meet.

A group of Bao Yi were sent to close the middle door, and the door panel was pressed against the wooden pole, and after successfully delaying the time, the two elites of Niu Lu hurriedly began to prepare their horses. For a while, people shouted horses neighing, Manchu, Mongolian, and the Chinese shouted in a hurry were intertwined and drifted in the sky above the back ya, and the scene was extremely chaotic.

A quarter of an hour later, with the assistance of the coaters, Uncle Manmeng finally put on three layers of armor, and the horse body was also covered with felt, and began to form a team.

Immediately afterwards, the middle gate was reopened, and the two cavalry with a strong murderous aura, holding torches and sabers, rushed out from the rear office like a stream of fire.

When the two groups of cavalry rounded the nave and the front hall and rushed to the schoolyard full of campfires, their precise riding skills were just enough to control the horses to top speed.

The next moment: "Put!" ”

The soldiers of the Guards Battalion, who had already lined up inside the gate, fired accurate three-row rounds.

As the smoke from the muzzle of the gun spewed out, the captives who rushed in front were beaten so that they fell to the ground on their backs. The cavalry that followed behind gritted their teeth and continued to rush forward - although it was not clear how these strange gunners knocked the cavalry wearing three layers of armor off their horses, everyone knew that if this wave could not be rushed, they would have to wait for death.

On the fire-lit school field, the two groups of cavalry rushing in a figure-eight shape were constantly cut off the arrows, but the follow-up men and horses did not stop at all, stepping on the corpses of their companions in front of them and moving forward frantically, not caring about casualties.

After paying a terrible price of one-third of the manpower, the charging captives finally rushed through the school field of less than 200 meters. And the well-trained soldiers of the Guards Battalion had already fired three rounds of nine-row volleys.

The next moment, in the thick smoke, a voice shouted from an electric horn covered the excited and bloodthirsty roar of the captive horsemen: "All bayonets!" ”

At the same time, another calm voice sounded: "Fire!" ”