On the evening of June 27, the 14th year of Chongzhen of the Ming Dynasty, Xu Changqing and his sons quietly left this small island and began to stick to the coastline to the south.

determined the strategic goal of eating small fish and giving up big fish, Xu Changqing also relaxed a lot.

Although the big fish is delicious and can make people eat refreshingly, the risk is also a little too great, and it may just reach your teeth.

Although small fish have less meat, they are meat after all, and if they can accumulate more, they may not be inferior to large fish.

At this time, although Xu Changqing was carrying a lot of supplies, and there were some stocks on Shark Island, the consumption of the expedition was by no means comparable to usual.

However, according to Daming's merit reward system, even if you can only get the first level of a true slave in three or five days, it is almost enough for Xu Changqing's normal operation and expenses.

It is right to be ambitious, but more often than not, it has to be realistic, as the old saying goes: "One step ahead is a martyr, half a step ahead is a prophet!" ”

If you can't even live, why the hell are you still talking about this ideal, and what is it that frames it is not a madman or a fool?

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At the beginning of the hour, on the coastline about forty miles north of Ningyuan, Xu Changqing and others had been here for half an hour.

At this time, six or seven miles southwest of this coastline, there was a Tartar camp.

This Tartar camp should be built on a small hillside, and the fire is slightly higher, and from Xu Changqing's angle, they can see it very clearly.

According to the habits of the Tartars, this should be a three- or five-person Tartar Ranger squad.

However, the location of this Tartar camp is a bit far away, and the moon and stars are sparse tonight, and the visibility is very good, even if Xu Changqing has a lot of people here, and he has been resting and preparing for a long time, it is still difficult to move.

After waiting for a while, at the end of the day, at about one o'clock in the morning, when the Tartars who were on duty at night were also tired, Xu Changqing waved his hand and motioned for everyone to land.

Even if it was a sneak attack, but the Tartars were brave after all, especially this kind of real combat team, Xu Changqing still made careful planning and preparations, this time, there were eight 'generals' and more than 100 people in the battle.

In addition to Uncle Hong and Uncle Guang staying in the fleet, Zhao Zengjin, Ergou, Wang Anshan, Mao Qun, Zhang Long, Zhang Hu, Zhao Qiliang, Wang Hongyang, including Zhang Dagong, the most elite forces of the entire team were all dispatched.

After many days of training, coupled with the run-in of these days, the sons and daughters are already very experienced in night battles.

Xu Changqing didn't have any privileges at this time, and when he came to the coast, he rolled in the black mud and was familiar with it, and he was a cat bending his waist and touching the front.

The surrounding sons and daughters all made a move, and quickly followed behind Xu Changqing.

At this time, Xu Changqing and the others were in the north of the Tartar camp, traveling from north to south.

This may seem like a small detail, but it's also crucial.

After all, Ningyuan City is in the south, and the main force of the Ming army is in the south, so the instinctive guidance of people, and the Tartars on duty will definitely pay more attention to the south.

Because behind them is their sphere of influence.

And the reason why I chose to do it here is also because this side has crossed the coastline, and the grass in the field is very vigorous, many of them are half a person high, and there is not much trouble covering people's figures.

Half an hour later, Xu Changqing and the others had already touched the bottom of this hill.

Even if there is no vigorous weeds to cover here, there is only some grass, and everyone can only crawl like dogs, or crawl forward, but none of the more than 100 sons who participated in the battle made a sound, let alone shouted tired.

Everyone has only one goal, kill the Tartars and make meritorious contributions!

However, although things were going very smoothly and the sons and daughters were competitive enough, when they approached this hill, Xu Changqing quickly discovered a new problem.

This hill is a little 'woo'!

From a distance, the terrain is not high, and the mountain is very gentle, but when you really get closer, you find that this small mountain is long, especially the side that Xu Changqing is facing at this time, it is divided into two stacks, forming two very steep cliffs, the upper cliff is more than ten meters apart, and the lower one is also seven or eight meters.

The middle is covered with trees and grass, and it is impossible to see from a distance.

Although it may not be impossible to climb in this state, it will definitely be discovered by the Tartars above.

After thinking for a moment, Xu Changqing waved his hand to the few 'generals' gathered around him, and several people instantly understood and quickly gathered around Xu Changqing.

Xu Changqing said in a low voice: "Zengjin, Ergou, you two and Huzi will lead people to walk from the left, and slowly force them up the mountain, remember, if you can, you must not be exposed!" Once exposed, a warning must be sent to the other brethren! ”

"Yes!"

The three of them quickly led the people away.

Xu Changqing beckoned Zhang Long, Zhao Qiliang, and Wang Hongyang to start from the right, and they also left quickly.

Wang Anshan, Mao Qun, and Zhang Dagong, who were left, were in a hurry, although they didn't dare to speak, they were busy signaling to Xu Changqing with their eyes, and they also wanted to participate in the war.

Xu Changqing suddenly smiled and said in a low voice: "A few of you, stay here and wait, wait, maybe there will be a big harvest!" ”

"This ......"

Although a few people were extremely unhappy and speechless, but Xu Changqing spoke, how could they dare to refute, they could only wait here in An Sheng.

Soon, Xu Changqing also took his personal entourage and outflanked him from the right side.

Although there are only thirteen or fourteen war horses on the mountain, there will never be more than ten!

But after all, it was the first time for the team to act, and no matter how big Xu Changqing's heart was, it was impossible for them to let them play, and he definitely had to coordinate the overall situation.

Waiting for Xu Changqing to lead people around to the right road, Zhao Zengjin, Ergou, and Zhang Long in front of them have already begun to climb the mountain.

As expected, the front of the hill was very gentle, and the Tartar horses could easily climb it.

Moreover, there is a lot of grass growing on the mountain due to the season, although it is not high, but the problem of hiding the cats is not big.

Soon, the loach-like figure of No. 60 or Seventy had already touched the mountain, and gradually began to close, enclosing the tartar in a small space on the top of the mountain.

Of course, Xu Changqing was not idle, and at this time he had already touched the position halfway up the mountain.

In this position, even if there is really an uncontrollable accident, Xu Changqing's feather arrow can play a role in the first time, thereby reducing casualties.

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There was only one big tent on the mountain, a dozen war horses were tethered to a few small trees, and by the roaring bonfire, a chubby Han army flag traitor was carefully roasting a rabbit.

Beside him, an old slave with broad shoulders and a thick back, extremely greasy pigtails, almost fifty years old, and a hideous scar on his face, was leaning against a small tree by the campfire and closing his eyes.

At this time, although the night was already extremely deep, and this old real slave seemed to be about to fall asleep, but he still had no armor on his body!

The inside is covered with a layer of leather armor, and the outside is covered with a layer of cotton armor, although there is no iron armor, but the elbow pads, wrist guards, neck and other cores, the iron armor protection has not been removed.

If Xu Changqing found out about the appearance of this old real slave for the first time, he would definitely not mess around, and he must have planned carefully before he did it.

But at this time, Zhao Zengjin, Ergou, Zhang Long, and Zhang Hu, who were the first to come over, were already brainwashed by Xu Changqing during the day, and now when they saw the Tartars, especially the real slaves, and there were so many people on their side, they instantly felt full of blood and empowered, and they couldn't wait to win this feat like thunder and lightning!

Fortunately, Xu Changqing's drills for these days have finally had an effect, and they were not reckless, and they all made eye contact with each other and informed each other, which was like a wolf and a tiger.

"Kill!"

"Kill the Tartars!"

"Fuck your son of a tartary, die!"

In an instant, people in their sixties and seventies, like a pack of hungry wolves, frantically pounced on the two Tartars who were on duty at night.

If it were ordinary people, I am afraid that this kind of terrifying and restless flesh alone could scare people to death.

The traitor of the Han military banner was also frightened, and he was stupidly on the spot, stupidly holding the roast rabbit that had been roasted in his hand with some fat and yellowing, and he didn't know what to do.

But the sturdy old real slave woke up like a napping tiger suddenly, and that kind of laziness dissipated in an instant, and he picked up a mace next to him, shouted a few words of bird language into the camp, and roared, and he picked it up directly towards Zhao Zengjin, Zhang Hu and others who rushed to the front.

Zhao Zengjin and Zhang Hu, including the weapons of most of the Ming army, are the standard swords of the Ming army, and they are very uncomfortable in the face of this strong real slave with a mace more than two meters long.

The mace's head was full of spikes, and it was powerful, and the ordinary Ming army-style saber could not be hard at all, although Zhao Zengjin and Zhang Hu were extremely angry, they couldn't face the edge of this real slave for a while, so they could only retreat.

"Minggou, you are looking for death!!"

Even if the old slave is so old, he is really brave!

He carved out a large space with a mace, facing the dozens of prime-aged Ming troops, not only did he not have the slightest fear, but his eyes showed a bloodthirsty sneer, and at this time, the Ming army that was quite strong was just a group of pigs and sheep, which was not enough to pose a threat to him.

"Whew!"

"Whew!"

In the blink of an eye, Lao Zhennu had already pulled out three sticks, and he opened up a large space with Zhao Zengjin and Zhang Hu on top of them, looking up to the sky like a beast and roaring.

At this time, on the other side, Zhang Long, Ergou, and Zhao Qiliang also rushed in, and Zhang Long raised his hand and slaughtered the traitor of the Han military banner with a knife, so he wanted to come up to help.

But at this time, the courage of the old real slave bought enough time for the Tartars in the tent, and in the blink of an eye, five Tartars rushed out of the tent.

Among them were two real slaves, two Mongolian doglegs and a Han army banner traitor.

One of these two real slaves is carrying a big hammer with a full weight of seventy or eighty pounds, the other is carrying a horse lance more than two meters long, and the two Mongolians are both Guan Erye's long knives, only the Han army flag traitor carries a single knife similar to the Ming army's standard saber, but it is also much longer than the Ming army's standard saber.

The five of them didn't wear much armor, they were very messy, and they obviously hadn't woken up much, but even in the face of so many Ming troops, they were not false at all, and they rushed forward directly when they yelled, and they relied on each other with the old real slave, and quickly connected together.

Poor Xu Changqing's sons and daughters have no blood, and everyone has some skills, but where have they ever seen such a brave tartar?

Especially these Tartar weapons, far beyond the cognition of many children, very uncomfortable, really you can't use your strength, you can only be forced back by the Tartars, let them connect to form a unified combat force.

"Ahh

And this uncontrollable evil result was manifested in a moment, the old real slave was like a killing god, the mace took the lead in breaking through the defense of the Ming army, not far from Zhao Zengjin's side, a son couldn't dodge, and was directly shot in the head by this old real slave.

The mace swept directly over the back of his head, and with a muffled 'bang', the terrifying blood was already spilling out like a gushing out.

Poor here Lang didn't even react in the slightest, he had already fallen to the ground like a log, and he was crying for his life.

"Dog Tartar, Lao Tzu fought with you!"

As soon as this son fell to the ground, not only Zhao Zengjin was going crazy, but Zhang Hu, Ergou, and all the Ming army sons and daughters around him were going to breathe fire, and they rushed to this old real slave like crazy.

The corners of Lao Zhennu's mouth showed a grim smile, this is what he wants!

Immediately shouted a few times in bird language, his feet were almost firmly rooted on the ground like the roots of old trees, and it was a stick, sweeping directly against these Ming soldiers who did not want to die.