Before the words fell, the sound of soldiers in the camp suddenly became intense, followed by cries and roars, and in an instant, the entire military camp exploded.

As the commander of Gan Hui's personal army, he personally experienced the three Northern Expeditions, and immediately understood what was going on: Qinggou Camp was roaring!

In the camp, the sound of soldiers sounded in the tents. Some Qing troops, who were usually oppressed by superiors and veterans, took out their swords and stabbed their enemies. In the darkness, there is no distinction between friend and foe, in order to prevent being killed, the Qing soldiers who wake up do not matter who they are, they will kill anyone they see.

In the corner of the camp, a newly captured strong man trembled and pointed at the commander. No one could see anyone in the dark tent, but the strong man's hands still trembled:

That day, more than a month ago, still lingers in his mind:

It was the coldest time of the day, and the whole family hid in the house and lit a fire and did not move. In the village, where there was little noise, there was a sudden sound of chaotic footsteps and horses' hooves.

With a "collapse", the rotten door was kicked open by the short and fat captain. "Officers and soldiers requisition food, hand over all the food, and spare you from death." After saying that, several soldiers behind him rushed in to rummage through various cylinders.

The grain with the chaff was poured out and put into sacks for requisition. The parents were afraid of the vicious soldiers and did not dare to stop them, but their younger brother rushed forward.

With a "poof", a spear pierced his brother's chest. As the blood continued to pour out from the front and back, the younger brother gradually lost his breath. I just watched my brother die in front of me.

"You give back my son!"

Seeing his younger brother being killed like a dog, my father couldn't bear it anymore, picked up the guy at hand and rushed up desperately.

Wu Chang pulled out his waist knife and slashed his father to the ground with a few knives.

"Kill that old woman too." Wu Chang pointed at his mother contemptuously.

A soldier stepped forward and stabbed her with a spear, and her mother's body lost its vitality, leaving her huddled in the corner and shivering at the three corpses.

"Okay, there's another one in this house, take it away!"

With a wave of their hands, two soldiers went up and dragged themselves up and took them away. "This kind of thief is cheap, what do you want him to do, just use it as a gelding cow and horse?"

"What are you talking about? Isn't it that Lang Zhong dares to cleanse people, it doesn't matter if he dies, and he has to go to this countryman's place to arrest people? ”

……

What followed was already a little blurred, but hatred was already planted deep in his heart. He couldn't sleep well every night, and finally it was just in time for his chance to get revenge.

However, if you don't cut it well...

"No..."

Thinking that I was afraid to protect my family because I was frightened that day, I felt a huge sense of shame, and now, it is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

After a few seconds of hesitation, he tightened his thin arm and slashed between the legs of the vicious captain.

"Ahh Wu Chang roared at the same time as him in his sleep, Wu Chang was because of the severe pain in his lower body, and he was emboldening himself.

Seeing that Wu Chang was not dead, he hurriedly made up another knife on Wu Chang's neck, and then ran out with the knife.

With a "bang", he seemed to have kicked something under his feet, but he didn't care, he just took the knife and found a safe place. Before he had taken a few steps, a fire broke out where he had just kicked something, and the tent he had just walked out of was blazing.

The winter days in Yangzhou during the Xiaoice period were drier and colder than in modern times, and the fire took advantage of the wind to burn several tents, and from time to time a few screaming fire people ran out of them.

The Qing army scattered and fled, trying to leave the growing fire, but the trench that had protected the camp from sneak attacks became a narrow moat, and if the camp gate with a road was not opened, the Qing army would either be burned to death by fire or die in the trenches--- which were sprinkled with thistles.

"Master, do you want to take advantage of the chaos to go in and kill the dog?" Ask the pro-soldiers around the general manager.

He shook his head, "Go around and mess with the camp on the left." ”

"Yes." The pro-soldier nodded.

"And later, let everyone protect the enemy who lost a hundred people." I added the total again. The 100-man enemy is actually a common name for the ignition grenade in the Zheng army, because there were 10,000 enemies in the throwing firearms that defended the city before, and the size of the grenade was much smaller, so it was called the 100-person enemy.

"Listen up! Go to the right with three sentry and protect one outpost! ”

Simply changing the formation, this small unit carefully touched it by the light of the raging fire in the Qing army camp.

Since Gan Hui entered the city from the west side of Yangzhou City, the Qing army has increased its strength on the west side again, but due to the forward exit of Gan Hui's department, the depth is not as good as before, at this time, each small to a thousand corps, as large as a reinforcement camp in the barracks, there are a few dull explosions.

"Bang Bang At this time, the flintlock guns could not be thrown, and the night attack did not focus on killing, so several of the teams brought long firecrackers and lit them and threw them in.

The leader of the six battalions of the Qing army in the west was Geng Jimao, the king of Jingnan, who had been woken up by his subordinates at this time, and looked at the Han army and the green battalion with wide eyes.

"The king ordered that the camp that was not chaotic should leave the camp immediately, seal all the chaotic camps of the camp, and wait for them to finish making trouble by themselves!"

"What about the cavalry? Destroy all those flies! Geng Jimao saw that his defense area was imperceptibly messed up, and he was so angry that he almost broke his teeth.

At the sound of an order, the sleeping cavalry masters were dragged up, and dragged their horses out and got on the horses in a daze.

In the distance, closer to the horizon, some blackened human heads could be faintly seen slowly moving forward.

"What is this?"

Zuo Ling had a bad premonition in his heart, and sandwiched the horse's belly between his legs to let the war horse run under his crotch, and the soldiers behind him hurriedly pulled the reins and followed to guard both sides of him. After running out for dozens of steps, the field of vision became clear, and the Ming army, holding a long weapon, laid out a black and oppressive front and ran over.

Zuo Ling's heart was not good, and he said to the soldiers beside him: "Quick, go and pass on the situation here to the prince..."

The war horses under the crotch of the Qing cavalry gasped for white air in the morning mist, carefully avoiding the uneven places on the road. As the Ming army got closer and closer, the cavalry at the front began to turn their horses and head back.

"Lord Zuoling, these Ming dogs have only arranged bird guns in that area," a Qing cavalry came back to report to him.

"Well, then impact... That piece! Leader raised his finger and pointed to what looked like the junction of the two phalanxes, and ordered his cavalry to attack the junction. The cavalry received the order, and the horse rushed forward with the bird on his back.

Seeing the enemy cavalry wearing the clothes of Manchurian soldiers rushing over, the Zheng army on that section of the front was a little panicked. The chaotic formation of the Zheng army in the morning fog, and the sleepy bodies of the soldiers, all gave the Qing cavalry an opportunity. The sound of horses' hooves became louder and louder, and the Ming troops in the front row unconsciously dispersed outward.

Through a sparse rain of arrows, Zuo Ling led his troops to rush in front of Zheng Jun dozens of paces. The Qing army, who were skilled in archery and horses, immediately dismounted and shot the Qing lunge, or first released a specially loaded bird gun.

"Whoosh whoosh..."

Mounted infantry can't shoot straight shots, but light arrows with iron armor to resist projectiles are not too easy. Zheng Jun's arrow could not penetrate the peep even if it fell on the head of the Qing cavalry, but the Qing bow in the Qing army's hand could pierce the spearman's iron armor that was not very thick at a short distance. After a few bursts of sound of feather arrows breaking through the air, Zheng Jun's already thin depth line was cut off by almost two rows, if it weren't for the officers and personal soldiers behind him holding waist knives, I'm afraid that some people would already be unstable.

After a few rounds, the Qing army did not stop archery, but continued to draw bows and arrows on the spot to shoot at the front, and, as the distance advanced, they could also take the initiative to choose the location of the arrow: if they could shoot to the leg, then the Ming army would have one more wounded, and if it hit the head, it could also frighten the other party's face to be bloody and white, and he was nervous.