That night, Fort 153 fired a yellow flare into the sky every other hour, shooting a total of 3 flares.

These flares are actually just large fireworks, a by-product of gunpowder weapons.

Before the war, Xu Shiyang agreed with Xu Shiliu that the yellow signal flare was the smooth progress of the war, and he only needed to prepare for the attack.

The red signal flare is a crisis in the situation, and Xu Shiliu should quickly attack to support Xu Shiyang.

Continuously firing multiple red signal flares, the battle situation is extremely dangerous, the 153 fort dock wall has been lost, at this time, Xu Shiliu does not need to fill himself in anymore, he should lead the team to immediately float up the mountain to avoid the edge of the Tartars.

There was no moonlight on this day, and there was no light pollution on the ground, and in the dark night, the screaming and flickering signal flares in mid-air could be clearly seen even from a long distance.

……

Hai Linbao stood outside his tent, looking at these inexplicable signals, his face expressionless.

Mok Puruhun leaned over and said in a low voice: "Master, it must be Hangou who has reinforcements outside." ”

"In the field, our golden warriors are not afraid of these Han dogs." Hai Linbao sneered and said, "You take two hundred people, go to the east to ambush, and if there are reinforcements coming, kill them all." ”

"Cover."

……

On a hill a few miles to the east, a militia captain who had been waiting here for a long time said to his subordinates: "Tell the castle master, yellow signal flare, the third young master is still working with the Tartars!" ”

Soon a militiaman who could walk at night mounted his horse and ran along the road that he had traveled countless times and was very familiar with, and ran towards Shishitun.

An hour later, Xu Shiliu, who had not slept all night, got the news on the dock wall of Shishitun.

"Gorou, go get some sleep." Gongsun Sheng, who was sent by Xu Shiyang to assist Xu Shiliu in gathering reinforcements, smiled confidently and said: "You should trust San Lang, this battle still has to be fought, and we have to continue to organize reinforcements tomorrow." ”

"yes...... there's still a fight." Xu Shiliu repeated unconsciously.

Now he has put together about 1,000 militiamen, but they are basically from the dock fort under the second room of the Xu family, and the other families, no, even the other dock forts of his own family have not come out.

If Xu Shiyang can hold out longer and let others see the hope of victory, Xu Shiliu should be able to gather more troops.

However, Xu Shiliu always felt a little uncomfortable in his heart.

Is this really a family? Can't even fight the enemy together?

……

Those who pay attention to the 153 Tun battlefield are far more than Xu Shiliu alone.

By the time dawn came, almost all the dock owners in the Xu family's room, second room, and third room had received the news - it is estimated that the Fan family in Juzhou is also similar, and several dock fort owners in Rizhao will have to wait, but the messenger should also be on the way.

"It's really blocked by the third brother."

The head of the family, Xu Mujiang, looked at the direction of the battlefield in the west and said coldly:

"If he hadn't been so domineering, he would have been your right-hand man."

"Father! It's still too late! Xu Shisong hurriedly said: "Let's get together another two thousand strong men in the long house, and the Tartar may not be able to win!" ”

"Big brother, that big golden soldier is a cavalry! Do you think they're as easy to deal with as the Japanese who came ashore? Xu Shibai, the second eldest of the world's generations, said to Xu Mujiang: "Father, the third child will definitely die this time, so we still have to make plans early!" ”

"You bastard!" Xu Shisong said angrily: "You are cursing your younger brother!" ”

"Second brother's words are exactly what I want."

"Father!"

"Wait and see!" Xu Mujiang stroked the beard on his chin and said triumphantly: "Your second uncle is also difficult to ride a tiger now!" His two good sons are all agitated to fight, and in the end, they will definitely lose all the second room! We can't mess around with them in the long house! ”

"Order every family to guard the gates of the fort and prepare all the tributes that the father wants! There are thousands of strong men in the second room, even if Dajin wins, he should be exhausted, let's pay tribute, Dajin will definitely not continue to attack, and we will pass this level. ”

……

The next day, the Tartars stopped a lot, but early in the morning they beheaded all the dozens of slave soldiers who had been coerced and fled yesterday, and piled up their bloody heads, which could be regarded as a reorganization of military discipline.

Subsequently, the Tartars forced the remaining slaves to camp around 153 cantonments, and dozens of true Jurchens were stationed on all sides of the south, east, west, and north, posing as a posture of long-term siege.

Xu Shiyang is not afraid of the other party's long-term siege, the Tatars are here to rob, and they should give up immediately if they can't take advantage.

The Meng An on the other side was carried away by hatred, and only then did he make the decision to besiege, when the female Allah came out, would he dare to stay here alone and continue to fight with Xu Shiyang?

What is more worrying is that the traitor army on the opposite side, as well as about half of the real Jurchens, did not know where they went, and they were not seen all day.

If they go to attack other dock forts, it is difficult to say whether they will cause significant losses.

151 and 152 are easy to say, these two forts are now fortified and clear, and a single grain of grain can not be found for a person, but Xu Shiliu's 14 tun is not far from here, and if there is a mistake in a hurry, then his father will have to turn his face against him.

Fortunately, this worry lasted for a day.

On the third day, the Tartars regrouped, and the focus of the attack was still due west—they did not have many soldiers capable of fighting, and could not besiege them on all sides.

Xu Shiyang counted carefully, and at the front of the line was a row of shield carts, about 30 or so, and behind were slaves pushing shield carts, about 500 people, they still didn't have any weapons, and the main purpose was to fill the trench.

Then there were the 100 slave soldiers who oversaw the war.

The number of people was much smaller than the last attack, and it seemed that it was to prevent the slaves from being easily broken down again, forming a rout to attack the main formation.

Behind them is the 500 traitor army, and the real Jurchen is still at the end, with about 300 or so.

Slightly different from last time, it is that the Tartar has launched a lot of shield cars, Xu Shiyang does not know the specifications of this thing, but it should be no problem to defend against the shotgun of the wooden cannon.

In addition, there are about 500 newly captured slaves, 100 slave soldiers, more than 200 traitor soldiers and dozens of real Jurchens assembled in the east of Wubao, but there is no shield cart here, so it should be a restraining force.

When the Tartars were preparing for the offensive, Xu Shiyang was also preparing for the battle.

In the morning, Fort 153 slaughtered two large fat pigs, and everyone had a good meal, and even the exiles, who were frightened by the tartars, fell under the aroma of fat.

Now that they want to open it, it is far from as easy for the Tartars to break the fort as they imagined, otherwise how could there be so many heads hanging on the dock wall? It's better to take this opportunity to eat a big meal, and exert your strength when you need to, maybe you can really fight off the Tartars this time, and you won't have to die.

After breakfast, Xu Shiyang called the main officers of the Dingyuan battalion and began to assign tasks.