As the sun sets, the sky is red, and it is a quiet and peaceful scene.

Less than thirty miles north of the capital, the vast plains are dotted with a few low hills, green mountains and green waters, and dense forests in the wilderness, which is the best choice for marching and camping.

This place is now a camp where scouts from all walks of life of the Tartars gather.

In the simple camp, several lookout posts are sparsely placed in the four corners, which are very random and can be said to be perfunctory.

In fact, it's no wonder that the Tartars are lax, they are really comfortable.

Since the invasion of the Ming Dynasty, the scout battalion, as one of the pioneers, has traveled all the way through Gyeonggi without encountering an enemy.

The army of the Ming Dynasty was huddled in the city, and there was no night at all.

The only enemy of the scouts is the scouts, and the army is generally unable to clear them at all.

They met the army far behind, like kraft candy, just to probe for information.

It is not surprising, then, that the Tartars gradually lost their vigilance.

After all, it's not a permanent camp, and it has to be changed from time to time, and it's too troublesome to do it again and again.

What they don't know is that those who come out to mix will always have to pay it back.

Without warning, the factory guards led by Fang Zhenghua had already sneaked here, ready to deal a fatal blow to the Tartars.

Behind a few hills, the factory guards are prostrate here, seizing the time to rest, eat, regain their strength, and prepare for battle.

On the mountain beam, three figures crawled, taking clairvoyance to the camp to investigate.

"The Tartars have slackened so far, it's not in vain that we sneak all the way!"

Putting down the clairvoyance in his hand, Fang Zhenghua's eyes were full of joy, facing the direction of the palace, he said with infinite longing: "If this thing is successful, the factory guard will definitely be famous all over the world!"

The courtiers no longer dared to question the factory guards, and the emperor was much quieter. ”

Wu Chengfeng, a thousand households in brocade clothes, was slightly injured and could not get out of the line of fire, although his face was tired, but his expression was excited, and his eyes were also expectant, he replied confidently:

"This matter is easy!

It's not the last general to boast, and the Tartars alone are not the opponents of the brothers, not to mention that we are several times the enemy, and it is a sneak attack, and now the key is to reduce the casualties of our army. ”

Fang Zhenghua nodded, knowing that what Wu Chengfeng said was true.

Maybe that kind of rush between the armies may not be the director of the factory guard.

But this kind of small-scale and high-intensity special operation is very suitable for factory guards.

"Father-in-law of the Blessed Side, he personally visited the camp, the Tartar camp was loose, the banner was chaotic, the walls were simple, and the number of horsemen was less than five hundred.

Moreover, because they had too many horses, an average of two or three horses per person, the camp was loose and sparsely scattered all over the hills, which was conducive to our army's rush to kill, encircle and suppress.

In addition, the Tartar scout camp was twenty miles away from their nearest headquarters, and reinforcements at night were impossible to arrive without half an hour.

I thought that this was really a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, so I asked Gonggong Fang to give an order, and I was willing to lead my subordinates to fight in the front! ”

Dong Changqing, another brocade-clothed Qianhu next to him, cautiously reported the situation to Fang Zhenghua, and in the end, his voice trembled a little, and his eyes were fanatical.

It's really too great a military achievement, and it's all right to be promoted to an official and become rich and famous.

The scout battalions of the Tartars are basically real slaves and Tartars, and only a small part of the Ming army as guides is the guide.

And the heads of real slaves and tartars are worth a lot!

In the reward issued by His Majesty, it has long been clearly stated.

"Summon, gather the generals!" Hearing this, Fang Zhenghua commanded directly.

To be honest, this time it was also Fang Zhenghua leading the army alone, and it was impossible to say in his heart that there were no waves.

Excitement, anxiety, gain and loss...... I'm afraid there are all of these.

However, Qianhu Dong Changqing and Wu Chengfeng strengthened his confidence and determination.

Moreover, Founder is not only the head of the East Factory, but also the commander of the inner court guarding the palace, and he is confident in his skills.

Soon, the officers of more than 100 factories and guards were summoned together to report on the situation, analyze the military situation, study operational matters, and assign combat tasks.

It took half an hour, everything was discussed, and all the generals and colonels happily returned to their camps and issued military orders.

It was getting dark, and after eating, the two thousand factory guards, except for the necessary guards and sentinels, including Fang Zhenghua, all closed their eyes on the spot and recuperated their energy.

After midnight, the 2,000 soldiers of the factory guard, under the leadership of Fang Zhenghua and 2,000 households, divided into three roads and marched in the dark.

In order to maintain secrecy, the bells of the war horses have long been removed, and each soldier holds the reins of the war horses and moves forward cautiously at a uniform speed to maintain their physical strength.

When they reached a place two miles away from the enemy camp, their field of vision was wide, and there was not much shelter left, so they did not dare to advance rashly.

The moonlight was cold, the night was dark, Fang Zhenghua sat on his horse, staring at the Tartar military camp in the long dark night in the distance.

When the time passed, the enemy camp seemed quieter, and the already low guard was more relaxed.

On the other hand, on the side of the factory guard, there was also silence all around, the moonlight was sprinkled, and the armor and unsheathed swords reflected the cold light.

"Raise the fire!"

At the sound of an order, the thousands of torches that had been prepared in advance in the army were quickly lit, and the surroundings were suddenly illuminated, which was particularly conspicuous in this night.

"Attack!"

Immediately after that, a call ordered the whole army of the factory guards to maintain their arrays and charge towards the enemy camp.

The whole army swept over the field, leaving a mess and a distance of two miles, and under the high-speed rush, it soon approached the enemy camp and attacked.

"Enemy Attack ......"

The panic screams were accompanied by the sound of gongs and drums, and the sentries on guard in the enemy camp discovered the situation and gave urgent warnings.

But the factory guard was suddenly launched, in this short period of time, how could the Liao army, which was already exhausted, react?

The iron cavalry roared, surrounded on three sides, and the army of factory guards was like a sharp blade, fiercely piercing into the Tartar scout camp.

The enemy's defenses were very lax, and there were not many useful garrison measures, which were easily broken by the horses, and the camp kicked the tent until it rushed to the center.

Fang Zheng incarnated as a pioneer, and in the cavalry formation, he slashed left and right, unstoppable.

Under the command of Dong Changqing and Wu Chengfeng, the other two battalions quickly adjusted their positions and concentrated on Fang Zhenghua's side, preparing to launch the next round of attacks.

Glancing around, the camp in front of him has been shattered by the factory guards, and the surrounding area has fallen into chaos, and the effect of the raid is very good.

"The generals will listen to the order, and all the Tartars they encounter will be killed, not killed, not stopped, and not beheaded! Violators will be killed! ”

The wails of the Tartars were heard from all sides, and Fang Zheng incarnated in the hinterland of the enemy camp, and saw some of the soldiers dismount and cut off their heads, and their eyes showed a rare crazy color, and they gave orders loudly.

"Don't stop, those who violate the order will not be killed!"

The heralds around him screamed, and the sound shook the whole army.

Suddenly, the order was carried out, and all the soldiers mounted their horses and rushed to kill, and the scythe of death reaped the life of the Tartar at an even higher speed.