The Draftmen erected a ladder over the trench, rushed out of the breastwork, picked among the dead bodies, stripped the dead Tartars to the brim, and then cut off all the heads and took them away.

Moments later, the results came in, and Xu Shiyang got the heads of 9 Tartars and grabbed three unlucky eggs whose legs were crushed by fallen horses.

In addition, there are 3 pieces of chain mail, 3 pieces of leather armor, and a full 12 sets of war bows, riding bows, sabers, shields and other weapons.

Six of the horses of the Tartar Sentinel died on the spot, and the other three, although they did not die for a while, were not lightly wounded, and were of little use. Xu Shiyang ordered them all to be sent to the back, skinned and eaten.

Only 3 war horses were not seriously injured, and it is estimated that they will be able to go into battle again after some cultivation.

This is really a perfect start, only one person died on his side, or a coward executed by Xu Shiyang, completely annihilating the opponent's 12 cavalry, if the future war is this kind of exchange ratio, now Xu Shiyang can set off to unify the world.

Of course, this is impossible, this victory is purely due to the carelessness of the Tartars, and the cheapness of not knowing much about new weapons, there is no need to wait for next time, tomorrow the main force of the Tartars will come, and the situation will definitely not be as easy as this time.

However, Xu Shiyang can think of this layer, but the low-level soldiers may not, not to mention the 500 homeless Ding Zhuang, he tilted his head and looked around.

Although the soldiers of the Dingyuan battalion were also surprised by the easy victory in front of them, after all, they had experienced several victories in the past year, and the situation was relatively better.

The newcomers who remained in 153 were completely stunned by this sudden scene, and in their impressions, the Tartars were always invincible, and there were even rumors that the Jurchens were invulnerable, and one could fight a hundred Han Chinese.

As a result, in the blink of an eye, more than a dozen Tartars fell to the ground and died, and what is even more exaggerated is that there seems to be no injured one on his side!

Is this really a Tartar?

Or is it that the Tartars weren't as powerful as they were rumored?

Then I'm still afraid of eggs!

A few smarter people faintly realized that the Tartars might still be so powerful, but the soldiers in front of them, who claimed to be the Dingyuan Battalion, might be even more powerful!

Especially the kind of weapon that sounds like thunder, isn't it a divine weapon given by the gods?

"Did you see that?" Xu Shiyang pointed at a pile of bloody heads at his feet with a Japanese knife and shouted: "If you haven't seen it, come and see, this is Tartar!" ”

"Grandpa killing them is like killing a pack of wild dogs! Are you still afraid of an egg? ”

"Lao Tzu tells you that the more afraid of death, the easier it is to die! The more daring and daring the fighter, the easier it is to survive! ”

"Hang up all these heads for Lao Tzu!"

The knife in Xu Shiyang's hand slashed at the outside of the dock wall, and under the gaze of more than 2,000 guards in the fort, he announced loudly:

"I'm going to hang all the Tartar's heads on this wall!"

……

Early the next morning, a small number of young women who remained at the fort began to cook for the whole army.

Zhao Shan held up her big belly and led a group of women to distribute poultry eggs and meat porridge to everyone. This delicate food dispels the chill from the soldiers and makes them active.

Xu Shiyang only ate meat porridge and stuffed boiled duck eggs to Zhao Shan.

"You eat more, it's good for the kids."

"Yes." Zhao Shan agreed gently.

Zhao Lin, who was standing on the side, snorted coldly: "Do you still know a woman who feels sorry for herself?" ”

More than a dozen long wooden poles had been erected on the dock wall, and a Tartar head was hung on the top of each one, and the hideous head made Zhao Shan very disgusted, and his face became very pale.

Xu Shiyang also knew that it would be very bad for Zhao Shan to see this bloody scene now, but there was no way, he had to let Zhao Shan show up once, so that everyone would know that his Xu Shiyang's family was here, and he would not abandon anyone.

Of course, once is enough.

Xu Shiyang ignored the strange gazes of others, stepped forward and gently hugged Zhao Shan.

After a while, he said: "I won't use it to deliver food in the future, you can buy me a few new pairs of cloth shoes, there are two months before the Chinese New Year, I have to have new shoes to wear." ”

"Okay." Zhao Shan's face turned from white to red at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Go ahead, it'll be done here soon."

"Slightly ......."

Before leaving, Zhao Lin turned around and stuck out her tongue to make a grimace to Xu Shiyang:

"It's really shameless in broad daylight!"

"We are husband and wife! What does the little girl know! Get out! ”

"Castle Master! The Tartar brigade is coming! On the side of the breastwork wall under the city, Xu Er's warning voice was heard.

Xu Shiyang immediately turned around and looked west.

Zhao Lin, who hadn't gone far yet, didn't care about it, and tried her best to squeeze over.

In the distance, several black pillars of smoke were clearly visible, which were the Tartars who had breached several dock forts further west last night, and were setting fire to what they could not take with them.

Everything is just like what Xu Shiyang saw at Fort 151 at this time last year.

"Hopefully this year's results will be as good as last year."

Xu Shiyang whispered.

Then he saw a row of figures appear at the end of the line of sight.

After a few moments, the figures drew closer and closer, like a black tide, shaking across the earth and rushing towards the dock wall of Fort 153.

At the forefront was the Han servant army, which was basically based on foot soldiers, but it was well-equipped with swords, guns, swords, and halberds.

They were followed by 400 elite Jurchen warriors, all of whom were on horseback, wearing dazzling armor and staring at the dock wall with cold eyes.

Behind the cavalry was a surging head of the black press, which were Han Chinese peasants who had been plundered by the Tartars, more than 3,000 people, either pushing carts or carrying burdens, helping their enemies carry the looted goods (which probably belonged to the peasants themselves), crying and following the robbers.

At the rear were 400 Tartar slave soldiers, armed with simple swords and sticks, guarding poor men like them for their masters.

"400 true Jurchens, 400 slave soldiers, and less than 1,000 traitor soldiers, slightly more than the one Meng'an was previously envisaged."

Xu Shiyang whispered to himself:

"But it doesn't matter, the traitor soldiers are bullied very much, their combat effectiveness is not strong, and the only ones who are really dangerous are 400 true Jurchens."

"Don't underestimate the traitor soldiers, I read the history books, in the past, the Tartars were rampant, and the traitor soldiers were always the vanguard." Zhao Lin pulled his little face and warned seriously: "They are always the most ruthless to us in order to ask for merit from their masters. ”

"Really? You're so insightful. ”

Xu Shiyang smiled:

"But your current mission is to be with the soldiers of the medical team, waiting for orders, it's none of your business here, don't mess around."

Zhao Lin stood for a moment, and then left in a huff.

Xu Shiyang looked at her back and smiled slightly. This little girl is very strong and smart, maybe she can really become a female general or something in the future.

Of course, the premise is that this time it must be won.