On the edge of the reeds on the bank of the Liao River, Yang Qing cautiously poked his head out from under the water.

The Sancha River pontoon bridge is just 100 meters away.

With his eyesight, he can clearly see the patrol soldiers walking on the bridge from time to time, and on the east bank near the north of the bridgehead of Maquanzi City or also called Dongchang Fort, there are countless large and small ferries docked, and not far north of this pontoon bridge is the confluence of the Liao River, the Hunhe River and the Haicheng River, where all the seaborne materials are landed and transported to Niuzhuang along a large road between swamps, and transferred to small boats in Niuzhuang to be transported to all parts of Liaodong. From this vital pontoon bridge to the northeast and northwest, the Great Wall outside the fallen Daming Pass spreads out like two wings, and countless fortresses along the route guard both sides of the Liaohe River.

Xiping Fort, where Luo had always fought bloodily until the whole army was annihilated, was southwest of this pontoon bridge.

That is the real loyal soul guarding Liaodong day and night.

As for the round blowing, it can be seen as a joke, at that time, the real loyal souls have been sold by the civil officials, and they are all buried in the ruins and wilderness of the castles on both sides of the Liao River!

Yang Qing waved back with embarrassment.

Then he sank under the water again with a reed pipe in his mouth, and behind him a thin rope was connected to another brocade guard, the best of the canal slenders, who had the same reed pipe as he was, and swam slowly forward under the water. And behind this brocade guard are the whole thirty brocade guards who are also connected by strings, all of them swimming slowly under the surface of the Liao River, following the pull of the rope on their bodies little by little, all of them are carrying two bags, and inside the bags are bulging pig urine bubbles, and these pig urine bubbles are filled with ......

Uh, full of gunpowder, of course.

One contained four pounds, and sixty filled two hundred and forty pounds.

It's just a pontoon.

It's not about blowing up a railway bridge.

No matter how weak the power of two hundred and forty catties of black powder is, it will not lose a modern 155 shell, and Yang Qing still does not believe that the Sancha River pontoon bridge can be stronger than a certain modern reinforced concrete bridge.

This demolition team quietly moved forward underwater, the night, the aquatic weeds, and even the reeds, together provided them with cover for the end of the beauty, although a small reed pipe is not a scuba tree, but with the water those brocade guards are still moving forward easily, and the patrol on the bridge is actually symbolic, the Qing army never thought that someone would attack the pontoon bridge in this way.

Even they simply did not think that someone would attack the pontoon.

Soon Yang Qing was the first to arrive, and got under the plank of the pontoon, he came out of the dark, little by little pulled the rope in his hand and then pulled out one by one, because of the limited space, the Jinyi guard was quickly driven by him to another plank separated by the hull, and soon all the Jinyi guards arrived and hid under the bridge. Yang Qing took out something similar to a three-tiger claw knife from his arms and put it on his right hand, and unceremoniously grabbed it into the hull that formed the foundation of the pontoon bridge, and five five-centimeter-long claw-like knives instantly pierced into some rotten wood, and as he tore backwards, he grabbed a piece half a foot long, and then he continued to grab inward, and after only three strokes, a hole was broken in the hull, and after five strokes, the hole could already be drilled into people.

Yang Qing beckoned.

One of the shortest brocade guards didn't hesitate to get inside, then poked his head out and made a gesture to indicate that there was no problem inside.

Yang Qing immediately untied a rucksack wrapped in oilcloth on his back, took out a roll of silk from it and handed it to him.

"Tighten, the tighter it is, the more powerful it is!"

He whispered.

"The little one understands!"

The latter said respectfully.

At this time, the brocade guards with pig urine bubbles began to untie and handed them to him in turn, he curled up in the boat and carefully poured the gunpowder into the pre-made silk cloth bag, relying on the moisture-proof pig urine bubble, these gunpowder were kept dry enough, after all, this thing can be blown as a balloon, the Ming army originally used the drifting thunder made by cow urine bubbles, and Yang Qing quickly left, and soon he went to another group of brocade guards, and took them to carefully dive to another predetermined blasting point a hundred meters away, and began to make a giant explosive bag of black powder in the same way.

The Qing army did not notice it in the slightest.

In fact, it is impossible for them to notice that the patrolling did not come back after passing by, and it is estimated that they are looking for a place to rest for a while, and the length of this pontoon bridge is nearly a mile, and their activities in the middle will cause the bridge to shake at most, and the iron chain connecting the two sides of the river will shake a little more seriously. But at this time, the tide had begun to recede, and the river was not very stable, and the bridge was constantly shaking, and unless someone with extreme experience observed it carefully, there was nothing unusual at all. Soon the two giant explosive packs were quietly completed, the two explosion points were separated by a hundred meters, once the explosion of the entire pontoon bridge will become three sections, and more importantly, as the most important component of the pontoon bridge, the iron chain was completely scrapped, and one end of the explosion could be re-pulled up with a winch to find a way to reconnect, but the lack of a hundred meters in the middle could not be connected in any case.

Then the pontoon bridge will hardly be able to be repaired in a short period of time.

Immediately afterwards, the fuse, which was also contained in the pig's urine bubble, was attached and pulled out.

"Isn't that too easy?"

Yang Qing touched his chin and said sinisterly.

"The lord wants to ......"

A brocade guard said cautiously.

Their identity is still Yang Qing's house slaves, and they will be re-included in the Jinyi Wei after Nanjing, and some were killed on the Haihe River before, and Li Zicheng was responsible for sending them to Nanjing as a compensatory family member, so these people are still used to calling Yang Qing the master.

"The two of you stay here, wait for my order to light the fire again, cut off half of the fuse first, and the others retreat downstream to join He Kun."

Yang Qing said.

With that, he swam to another blasting spot.

Soon the two blasting points left two brocade guards guarding the half-cut fuses, and everyone else took advantage of the tide to evacuate, while Yang Qing swam straight to the east bank and went straight to the bottom of the horse circle city where tens of thousands of Eight Banners troops were camped, and the tents and bonfires of the latter surrounded the small castle like stars, looking like a magnificent ocean.

"It feels good to be dead!"

Yang Qing stood in front of this ocean, just like when he stood on the wall of Liangfangkou Fort and jumped down not long ago, and took a deep breath of the night breeze......

"I'm a **** big girl, an old sao!"

He suddenly yelled.

This guy's voice is not small, there were already patrolling Qing soldiers who saw him coming, and suddenly his voice could be said to be resounding in the night sky, the Qing army was immediately stunned, they didn't understand Chinese, in fact, the Qing army basically understood everything, and they could also understand the meaning of Yang Qing's words, in fact, they themselves often scolded people like this, but the name Da Yuer was relatively unfamiliar.

"Fulin is a wild seed of Dolgon!"

Immediately afterwards, Yang Qing roared a second time.

The effect of this sentence is obvious.

"Where did the dog slave come from, hurry up and take down the cramps and skin!"

The officer leading the team shouted angrily.

With a wave of his hand, the four patrolling Qing soldiers immediately stepped forward, and as soon as they arrived at Yang Qing's side, this guy instantly drew out his double knives with both hands back, and without the slightest delay, the two Qing soldiers in front immediately fell down holding their throats, and the two in the back did not react, and then the two knives stabbed into their abdomen at the same time. Yang Qing raised his foot twice in succession, and the two immediately flew out screaming, the officer was stunned, and without hesitation, he pulled out his knife and rushed up with a few soldiers beside him, and the one behind took out the horn and blew it, and with the sound of the horn, the Qing soldiers in the nearest tent poured out in chaos.

"Come on, I'll blow it for you!"

The Qing soldier who was blowing the horn was suddenly slapped on the shoulder, and he turned his head in shock, only to see that Yang Qing was already standing behind him.

As for the officer, he was clutching his neck and falling.

The soldier mechanically handed him the horn.

Yang Qing took it with satisfaction, and almost at the same time cut his carotid artery with the knife in his left hand, in the sad and indignant gaze of the Qing soldier, this guy wiped the horn mouth with disgust, and then put it to his mouth and blew it suddenly, his lung capacity is quite high, and the horn is blown extremely high-pitched, as for the tune, there is definitely not. It is said that he stood among the dead corpses of the Qing army, blowing the horn at the camp of tens of thousands of Qing soldiers, this coquettish operation is completely red luoluo to pull hatred, the latest group of Qing soldiers first came to their senses, and in a rage, they didn't even bother to put on their armor, and rushed forward with various weapons.

Not only them, but more and more Qing troops were awakened at this time.

Although the Qing army in the back did not necessarily know what was happening in front, a rumor of an enemy attack was enough, and soon the entire Qing army camp was in chaos, and more and more soldiers were awakened by the horn and took up arms and rushed to the pontoon bridge amid the chaotic rumors of the enemy attack.

The first to kill soon met Yang Qing.

A Yanling knife in Yang Qing's hand was thrown out in an instant, and it stabbed into the chest of a Qing soldier at once, and then he turned his head and ran without the slightest hesitation, but even so, he didn't forget to blow the horn of the angry man, and he also deliberately controlled the speed and kept a distance of dozens of meters from the Qing army. As he ran, there were more and more Qing troops behind him, he was like a survivor chased by corpses in Resident Evil, and soon he rushed onto the Sancha River pontoon bridge, of course, the Qing army behind him would not stop, and followed by the pontoon bridge, lured by him and quickly ran to the first explosion point.

The two brocade guards who were stupid hurriedly retracted to the bottom of the bridge.

Yang Qing led the Qing army over their heads like a horde of startled beasts.

Soon they passed the second blasting point.

At this time, the Qing troops on the west bank were also alarmed and rushed to the pontoon bridge to intercept them.

"Ignition!"

Yang Qing suddenly roared.

Then he jumped into the Liao River.

At the same time, the brocade guard below lit the fuse as fast as he could, and then, like him, rushed out of the bridge without hesitation, swimming down the river like crazy.

If you cut the fuse in half, it will burn for 30 seconds at most......