Enemy attack!

Raid the camp!

In the wars of the past and present, if these two words are stained, it means that there will be violent collisions and battles, earth-shattering, blood and rain splashes, and minced meat and mud.

However...... At this moment, hundreds of stubborn armor soldiers were all standing stupidly in the rain - what about the attack on the camp? Human?

The rain was pouring down, the blood was gurgling on the ground, and the corpses all over the ground confirmed that there was indeed an attack on the camp, but people?

The Yuan army was prepared, and even ambushed several powerful soldiers and horses, just waiting for the Song army to throw themselves into the net, but they had never seen anything like this, just stabbed a few people on the edge of the fence and ran, are you fighting or attacking the camp?

The hundred-family slave wearing heavy feather armor had a gloomy face, and approached the corpse of the patrol sergeant with a torch, and with a lift of his boots, the corpse was flipped over, and a large hole in his chest came into view.

Baijianu's pupils shrank, and he said loudly: "Attention! The Song people carry handcuffs and are not allowed to go close to ten paces. Looking up at Diao Dou, who was more than five feet high, and then looking down at the corpse, he couldn't think of how the Song people could get close to ten paces and kill this sergeant without being discovered.

Thinking of the powerful and terrifying handcuffs, if they could kill a few Song soldiers who attacked the camp and capture a few, this credit would not be small...... The hundred slaves' hearts were hot, and they shouted: "Follow me to the wall, chase and kill the Song people!" ”

Hundreds of soldiers responded with a roar, pedaling and rushing to the wall, raising fire and looking around, the night was as dark as ink, the rain and fog were misty, three zhang away, the characters were difficult to distinguish, where could you see people.

Many armor soldiers put the noose on the wooden tenon and went down the mallet rope, and even went directly over the wall in a hurry.

In the dark night, the enemy's situation is unknown, and the gate naturally cannot be opened lightly. If you want to pursue the Song people and find out the enemy's situation, you can only go down the mallet wall and chase after you.

At this moment, a voice seemed to come from the dark night: "So many live targets, brothers, shoot targets!" ”

Bang bang......

Sparks lit up in the darkness, and whistling one-headed bullets pierced through the heavy rain curtain, shattering the iron armor, tearing the muscles and bones, and shattering the internal organs, and carrying a large canopy of flesh and blood out of the body.

In the first wave of fire, thirty or forty armor soldiers fell.

Baijianu's eyes were red - in order to surprise the Song army attacking the camp, the ambush soldiers of the Yuan army were all carefully selected from the new annex army, the Han army, the gadolinium army, the Tanma Red army and even the Mongol army. After all, those who can do such difficult military operations as night raids must also be the elite of the Song army, such as daring soldiers and utility. If the ambush is not good, how can you control the enemy? However, such an elite soldier did not even see the shadow of the enemy, so he died in pieces of worthlessness. Not to mention the pain in the flesh, it's like my heart is dripping blood!

"There! Firelight, don't come closer! Throw it at me with a throwing weapon! The hundred slaves were hoarse, and they pulled out the throwing axe on their waists and threw it fiercely.

"Over here...... There's that too! Many of the Yuan soldiers shouted and threw out the short soldiers in their hands. Throwing axes, short spears, daggers...... For a moment, the sound of the blade breaking through the air was loud, and the rain curtain was shattered with a snort, and it disappeared into the darkness.

However, there was no echo in the distance of the black man, and not even a single cry of pain could be heard—no, all kinds of screams could be heard, but they were all from the Yuan soldiers who had fallen off the fence after being shot. And the screams of the enemy that they wanted to hear were not half of them.

How so? Baijia Nu is still very confident in the blades he throws, although the fire flashes away, but the approximate position is absolutely wrong. Well, it seems a little wrong......

Beep!

Suddenly, there was a sharp bamboo whistle in the darkness.

Bang bang!

Dense sparks came out again, as if the call of death, the Yuan army soldiers standing on the wall of the wall were like the wooden stakes of cavalry training on the school field, after the light flashed, one by one the "wooden stakes" or fell down with a muffled grunt, or fell off the wall, screaming and struggling in the muddy water. Without waiting for the ambulance to arrive, he took off his armor and carried him on the stretcher, and swallowed his breath one by one.

With a flash of firelight, Hu Congshi's head in front of Baijianu slammed back, and suddenly exploded, shattering bones and brains, splashing Baijianu's face.

Baijianu was furious, and he finally knew what was wrong. The location of these sparks is not the same as the last time. Also, the distance seems to be a bit far...... Far more than ten or twenty steps, at least fifty or sixty steps.

Baijia Nu was shocked and puzzled, no wonder he threw so many blades but couldn't catch a single one, who could throw so far? What kind of weapon did the Song army use? It could never be a handcuff, could it be a musket? But can the musket be used in this stormy weather?

The fierce wind mixed with the rain crackled and hit the faces of the hundred slaves, and an indescribable chill cooled into the bone marrow, and suddenly a stirring spirit woke up and shouted hoarsely: "Extinguish the fire!" Put out the torches for Lao Tzu! Don't be a target for the Song people. ”

The Yuan soldiers hurriedly threw away the torches, and those Yuan soldiers who had already climbed down the fence were also busy grabbing the ropes and crawling back - just kidding, the Song army's weapons were so powerful, they would definitely die if they rushed out, and no one would be afraid of a long life.

However, the position of those ropes had long been seen by the martial arts team members before, and the Yuan army armor soldiers who were on the rope became the best live target. With another whistle, there was a burst of fried beans, and more than half of the single-headed bullets and pistol bullets bloomed in the body of the Yuan army armor sergeant, and they all fell into the sludge-covered trench, wailing for death.

With such a small mistake, the Yuan army paid for dozens of lives. The hundred slaves hated it, these are all elite armorers! I fought for more than a month before, and sometimes I couldn't die so much in a day's battle.

As soon as the torches were extinguished, it was pitch black all around, and the gunfire of the Song army outside the camp was also still, but at this time, there was a hustle and bustle in the Yuan army camp, and more Yuan soldiers came from time to time.

When Wang Weiyi led the reinforcements to approach, looking at the corpses under the wall, most of them were armor soldiers, his eyelids jumped suddenly, and he raised his head and asked loudly: "Lord Wanhu, what's the situation?" ”

The voice of Baijianu gritting his teeth came: "The Song army has muskets, and they must not be exposed by fire." ”

Wang Weiyi's heart trembled, musket! It is no wonder that such an elite armor soldier led by Baijia slaves did not dare to go out of the camp, so they could only squat and hide behind the fence in suffocation.

Wang Weiyi immediately ordered all the soldiers to put out the fire, and then climbed the wall in the dark, and walked quickly towards the direction where the hundred slaves were: "Lord Wanhu ......"

The dark night sky suddenly swept by a miserable white lightning, fleeting, but in this short moment, whether it was the Yuan soldiers on the walled wall or the Song soldiers in the muddy water of the grass, they were all clearly illuminated.

"The Song people are there!" Someone yelled.

Wang Weiyi paused, subconsciously turned his head to look ahead, and at this moment, he clearly saw a young man Song Bing hiding behind a rejected horse thirty steps away raised his hand, holding a small iron lump in his hand and aimed at him.

Thundered!

Bang bang bang!

Thunder rolls in the sky, and guns and bullets roar on the ground.

Wang Weiyi's hand just held down the handle of the knife, his whole body stiffened, and then the whole body fell backwards, falling from the wall more than three feet high, and smashed to the ground like a dog, muddy water splashed, helmet rolled off, his face was covered with blood, and his hands and feet were convulsed.

"Lord Wanhu!"

"General!"

Before those Hu Cong could recover from the shock, their chests and backs exploded with blood, and one by one they fell from the wall like dumplings, piling up in a circle around Wang Weiyi.

When the last Hu Cong danced and fell, Wang Weiyi, who was dying, had dilated his pupils, looked at Hu Cong's body getting closer and closer, and let out a last cry of blood: "No-"

Boom!

The blood-colored mud splattered more than five feet high, and everything was calm in an instant.

Kill people with lightning? Is that okay too? The soldiers on the wall were silent for a while, and shrunk like quails one by one.

Baijianu's lips trembled, looking at the bloody corpse below. His lieutenant was killed in front of him, and the enemy was dozens of steps away, but he couldn't do anything, so he could only shrink behind the fence and tremble......

"Bastard! The warriors of the Great Mongols are not afraid of death! Eternal Heaven bless! Rush over to me and kill all these Song people! The hundred slaves' eyes were full of blood, and they jumped up violently, so panicked that his subordinates grabbed him desperately, "Lord Wanhu, don't do it!" ”

Bang bang!

The sneer of death rang out in the darkness, and since the lightning had not yet appeared, these shots were fired blindly from the direction of the voices of the hundred slaves and his servants.

Poof, a man was shot from behind, and the whole person fell heavily on the Baijianu, and at this time, Baijianu's arms were being held left and right, and they all fell down together in chaos, rolling and falling off the fence.

Bang bang bang! After a few muffled sounds, the hundred slaves struggled to staggered to their feet from the sludge, and before they could stand firmly, they fell headlong again. Before he passed out, his eyes were blinded by lightning, and from time to time there were soul-inducing whistling whistles, terrible bullets breaking through the air, and the muffled sound of his body slamming to the ground, and the sound gradually faded away...... Far away......

Baijianu, who was wounded in the "first half", did not know that this night, the Yuan army suffered the heaviest casualties since the decisive battle.

Seventy soldiers of the Song Army's special forces martial arts team, sneaking more than ten miles on a rainy night, using bamboo whistles to contact in the dark night, the lightning burst out to kill, and the lightning disappeared and immediately moved to lurk and do not move, killing the Yuan army trembling and frightened, and did not dare to raise his head. He successively killed Wang Weiyi of 10,000 households, 7 people from 1,000 households, 100 households, and dozens of brand heads, and the sergeants did not count. The entire Nanda battalion of tens of thousands of troops did not dare to go out of the camp for half a step.

It wasn't until the Yuan army's northern battalion dispatched a large number of cavalry to outflank the rear that the martial arts team took advantage of the night to cover and retreat.

The Song army did not move, and the enemy was shocked at every move, and the losses caused to the Yuan army by just one night attack were worth a battle of Shuori - no, more than the battle of Shuori, because almost all the dead were elite...... Moreover, there are no wounded!