The night was dark and dark, and the mountain wind howled under the cliffs, and finally swept into the camp of the Qing army. The army was indeed slow to move, and this did not change even after Jin Shenghuan changed from the Ming army to the Qing army. The Chinese army brigade led by him finally came to the bottom of the mountain in the afternoon.

Bonfires fluttered in the night breeze, and the occasional burst of firewood burst out of some sparks and were sent to the sky by the heat. Far away, beside the fire sat the ordinary soldiers of the Qing army, who were around the fire, and they obviously did not need warmth in such weather, perhaps only because its light could cure people's natural fear of darkness.

Because of the bloody battle this afternoon, the soldiers were a little dull, and the veteran was babbling while sewing the holes in his clothes, but it was not the old man he had told everyone in the past.

"Hey, have you heard, the battle here in the afternoon was terrible enough, not only half of the 5,000 men and horses were gone, but even the chief soldier was injured! Bright ...... Alas, we are all going to be right, but everyone should be careful," the veteran easily sewed a needle into the fire, and then continued.

Opposite him was a young man of about twenty-five or sixteen years old, with big black pigtails coiled on his head, "Who's to say no, I'm carrying the wounded number this afternoon......" He took a whetstone and slashed it on the long knife, and if he really wanted to fight, it would all depend on it. He thought about what he saw in the afternoon, and said with a little worry and a little complaint: "You haven't seen it, the injury is all a small eye here, and there is a big hole on the other side, I don't think those doctors can do anything, I'm afraid it will be difficult to survive!" Suddenly, as if he remembered something, he added: "Old soldier, you said that since they have won, why don't they defend this place again, and send them to me for nothing." ”

The veteran didn't answer, but glanced at the little descendant who was leaning on his side with some worry. He was about fourteen or fifteen years old, and because he was a big man, he was brought in to serve as a soldier, and now he was asleep because of the fatigue of the journey.

"Alas! Human lives are not yet set by God, and no one can stop them......" he thought sadly, "this child is still so young, it shouldn't be!" But look at the situation...... Alas, this time is a long time. The veteran raised his eyes, which were a little dizzy in his forties, and glanced at who was empty, and under the light of the fire, the stars in the sky could not be seen very clearly. Everything seems so profound, so unimaginable and incomprehensible.

"Tom...... Tong...... Burst forth...... Burst ......"

Jin Shenghuan came to visit Wang Deren again, he looked at Wang Deren in his sleep, and somehow a chill surged in his heart, although the so-called first royal division of the Ming Dynasty was powerful, they had fought a few times, but why was it so powerful this time? "The five thousand soldiers and horses under the leadership of a man like him have also injured so many, who are the people on this mountain? Will it be so powerful? ”

Wang Deren, who had been sleeping in his sleep, suddenly woke up, and when he heard this sound, he had only one thought, and immediately found a hole to get into, and the attack he personally led in the afternoon was disintegrated by the violent explosions that followed by such a sound. Just this struggle, he pulled the wound on his body again, and the severe pain made him faint again with an "oops".

Jin Shenghuan still wondered, what kind of sound is this, is it ...... Suddenly, he thought of the word "night attack", and he was so startled that he didn't have time to think about it, and quickly ran out of the camp, but it was already night.

The sound of explosions resounded in the camp, and the power of the explosion was enormous. An explosion sent up a large cloud of smoke and dirt, which, if it hit a crowd, would knock down a large number of people, some of which only came from the ground, and the small shrapnel with a whistling cover of a square foot.

Jin Shenghuan shouted, "Hold the wall, the archers and firecrackers guard the wall...... and the soldiers who followed him shouted to their younger brothers, or ran to give orders and transfer troops. Soon the enemy artillery fire stopped, and the "tom tom" sound that heralded the terror could no longer be heard. Soon there was a hand that did not report the loss.

More than 400 people were injured and 156 were killed. All the soldiers on the guard tower were wounded by the enemy, and the horse team looking for duty outside the camp stepped on a mine again, and suffered more than 50 more casualties. An additional 500 rangers were sent to search for the camp to keep the camp safe.

Jin Shenghuan sighed in his heart, extremely fortunate that the gunpowder magazine in the camp was built relatively backward and was not affected by enemy artillery fire. In order to storm Tingzhou this time, Jin Shenghuan specially went to the three kings in Changsha to borrow several red-clothed cannons, dozens of general cannons, and rushed to make thousands of catties of gunpowder.

With the help of the Qing prisoners, the reserve company was relieved of the labor of digging trenches and building fortifications, and they were ordered to carry out a night attack after a full afternoon's rest. The night attack consisted of eight mortars and the royal guards, who were left behind by the mortars for protection. A company of Shenzhou Army soldiers advanced to a distance of eighty meters from the camp.

Their mission was to protect the soldiers of the Shenzhou Army, who had blindly fired forty mortar shells into the enemy camp, and each of them had one grenade, and once the attack was completed, they immediately retreated, and they were not allowed to fight.

The retreating assault force galloped up the ridge, the mortars were pulled by the horses and the soldiers on their shoulders, and the companies of the Shenzhou Army were in the rearguard, and they were still sporadically exchanging fire with the pursuing rangers of the enemy.

Jiang Zhengxi's master guards were a little excited, they didn't understand the marching rules of the Shenzhou Army, and it was strictly forbidden to make noise in this case, but there were still people humming happily while they were tapping and talking.

"This guy is amazing, there is a shot in the Tartar camp over there, and even the ground is shaking, but I can hear it clearly."

"Who says it's not, we're going to have this guy, and the Tartars won't be out soon!"

"Pass down, stay quiet." The deputy company commander who led the team in front sent an order, and everything fell silent again, only the starry sky was silently watching the iron and fire in this world, and only the mountain wind was singing a low elegy to the war victims tonight.

In the camp of the Qing army, the veteran picked up a dirty handkerchief that could not be seen clearly and covered the face of the young man who was still sharpening his knife just now, and the young soldier who fell asleep next to him just now knelt down on one knee with a long knife inserted in the scabbard in one hand, silently watching the veteran do everything for the young man, and he didn't know what to do in his heart.