Seeing the reaction of the Zhenglan Flag Tartars to the surprise attack, Zhu Youzhen truly realized the power of the Jurchen Eight Banners.

An army with this kind of fighting quality is by no means something that can be destroyed by a single raid.

If you want to defeat this kind of Tartar, you must rely on powerful firepower, kill as many old soldiers in the Tartar army as possible, and crush the confidence of the Tartar from the front.

However, with the current spirit of the Tartars, I am afraid that it is not enough to defeat it once.

"Alas, it seems that there is still a long way to go to completely solve the problem of the Tartars."

With his eyes glued to the binoculars, Inspector General Zhu You let out a long sigh.

I don't know how Sun Yuanhua's six-pounder cannon has improved?

The lightweight field six-pounder gun he carefully selected should be the biggest nemesis of the Tartar army formation.

In the night wind, the sound of horses' hooves was heard from under the city. It was the voice of Zhang Panqin leading the troops to attack.

Hearing this voice, Zhu Youzhen suddenly felt that the heart of that plate did not seem to have completely condensed into ice.

"Captain, over here."

Under the firelight, Wang Daniu waved the torch in his hand and desperately greeted the soldiers of the Yongzi battalion.

Seeing Wang Daniu, a smile appeared on the corner of Yan Wei's mouth.

This kid had the audacity to set the whole area on fire, and he wasn't afraid to burn himself to death.

Looking at the fully formed walls of fire on both sides, Yan Wei felt that he had always wanted to die, but he couldn't die this time.

"Let's go, let's go."

Spreading his bow and shooting down the nearest Tartar chasing behind him with an arrow, Yan Wei's unique hoarse voice reached Wang Daniu's ears.

One, two, three......

"Don't go yet."

Wang Daniu, who was nodding his head, was slapped the head.

"Uncle Zhang."

The white-haired old man who was called uncle by Wang Da Niu snatched the torch in Wang Da Niu's hand, and slapped the back of Wang Da Niu's ass with a knife.

"Don't stand stupid, go."

As he spoke, Uncle Zhang stretched out his hand and lit up the tent in front of him.

Seeing Uncle Zhang's movements, Wang Daniu's heart was sour.

This set the tent on fire, which meant that there were no more brothers coming from behind. But the number of Wang Da Niu is less than 40!

Enduring his grief, Wang Daniu took a few steps to keep up with the retreating Yongzi battalion soldiers, now was not the time for him to indulge his feelings.

Under the flickering firelight, Yan Wei shot down two more Tartars in succession. Seeing that the fire from the tent had completely obscured the path of the pursuers, Yan Wei turned around and chased after Wang Daniu and them.

"Take."

At the moment when Yan Wei turned around, a wolf's tooth arrow as thick as a thumb shot through his shoulder. With the huge force attached to the arrow, Yan Wei staggered out several steps in a row.

White Fang!

Yan Wei, who was hit by the arrow, rolled to the ground, but avoided the two feather arrows that came later.

"Let's go."

Yan Wei roared at Lao Zhang, and with all his strength, he pulled his bow and shot an arrow at the path blocked by the firelight.

Because of Yan Wei's bow drawing action, the blood from the arrow in his shoulder gushed out like a spring, dripping onto the ground.

Seeing Yan Wei hit the arrow, the gray-haired Uncle Zhang was stunned as if he couldn't believe it.

Uncle Zhang, who came back to his senses, was about to snatch it up, but was stopped by Yan Wei's roar.

"Let's go."

Yan Wei's unique hoarse voice sounded again full of anger.

Lao Zhang's eyes were red and he stared at Yan Wei in a pool of blood, nodded his head heavily, let out a helpless cry in his throat and turned to leave.

Looking at the back of Lao Zhang's departure, the corner of Yan Wei's mouth showed a relieved smile.

What about the White Fang soldiers, don't think about it if Lao Tzu is not dead.

In the growing flames, Yan Wei shot an arrow again.

No, I don't know if I can shoot another arrow.

His eyes were a little scattered, Yan Wei was still trying to pull the bow, and the blood under him had soaked a large area of the ground.

"Where's the captain?"

Wang Daniu saw that there was no one else behind Uncle Zhang, who had caught up, and he couldn't help asking.

"Let's go."

Uncle Zhang roared angrily, glanced back at the direction where Yan Wei fell, and poked the torch in his hand heavily on the tent next to him.

The fire was getting bigger and bigger, and when the remnants of the Yongzi battalion withdrew from the Zhenglan Banner camp, the fire had completely set the camp on fire.

The sky-high flames completely blocked the pursuers of the blue flag in the camp.

The fire is so big!

Zhu Youzhen at the head of the city let out an excited cheer.

Such a big fire can't be saved, right?

Sure enough, in the telescope, Tartar no longer fights the fire, but instead cleans up the surroundings of the fire. Tartar this obviously gave up on fighting fires and began to isolate the meaning of the fire.

I don't know if it was taken by the receiving troops brought out by Zhang Pan, but the Tartars never sent people out of the village to outflank the Yongzi battalion, and let the remnants of the Yongzi battalion escape by fire.

So far, this surprise attack of the Ming army can be regarded as a complete victory.

When the soldiers of the Yongzi battalion were surrounded by the receiving troops led by Zhang Pan and returned to the city, the entire Tuchengzi was boiling.

"That's Wang Da Niu?"

Zhu Youzhen came down from the city and saw Wang Daniu in the crowd at a glance. Zhu Youzhen really didn't expect that Wang Daniu would also participate in this night attack.

The shattered heroic dream once again germinated in Zhu Youzhen's heart.

Looking at the fire burning in the camp, Mang Gurtai's first feeling in his heart was not anger but surprise, very surprised.

When did the Ming army have the courage to attack Dajin's camp at night?

Mang Gurtai really can't remember when the last time the Ming army raided Dajin.

Tonight's actions of the Ming army were still very accurate, and they passed through the empty camp left behind by the Aibari Department, and all the way to Dajin's grain storage camp and set this fire.

How did the Ming army know that there was an empty camp over there?

Was Ming Jun's behavior a coincidence, or was it premeditated?

Mang Gurtai felt a little nerve-wracking.

The Aibari Department was evacuated, and the injuries of the Manggultai Indeg class did not bother to adjust the deployment in the camp. Later, because he was preparing to retreat, even the patrol route of the night patrol soldiers in the camp was forgotten to be adjusted, which made it very easy for the Ming army to touch the camp.

These mistakes are all negligence on the part of Mang Gurtai, which makes Mang Gurtai, who wants to understand, feel a little annoyed in his heart.

"What about the losses of our army?"

Seeing that the fire light after the loss slowly decreased, Manggultai asked hatefully.

"Lord Belle, in terms of personnel, we have not suffered much losses, and we have suffered dozens of casualties in total.

In terms of materiel, our losses are not small. The tents and two large barns of grain in the Aibari were destroyed by fire. We lost at least dozens of stones of grain and hundreds of tents. ”

Knowing what Mang Gurtai was most concerned about, the quartermaster immediately reported approximate losses.

"Lost dozens of stone of grain?"

Mang Gurtai's face immediately turned extremely gloomy.

Dajin is now short of food, and this time he lost dozens of stones of grain in vain, which really made Mang Gurtai feel a little heartbroken.

These are all blue flag foods now.

"Order, tell the sons and daughters to pack up overnight, and we will withdraw at dawn." Mang Gurtai shouted in frustration.

Lushun's Zhang Pan now doesn't know whether he is becoming more and more shrewd, or more and more afraid of death. With such a good opportunity last night, he only sent a few dozen dead soldiers to attack, and he was really calm.

can think of Zhang Pan's character, Mang Gurtai really has little confidence in ambushing the Ming army.