As soon as the sky was bright, Tong Yangxing ordered the camp to continue to set off.

Everywhere there was a noise of Manchurian soldiers scolding and scolding the people, breaking the silence of the early morning in this wilderness.

Jiang Chuan got up early because he had something in his heart.

In addition to the four hundred cavalry, there were also three hundred horse thieves from the original gourd valley. The reason why these people were brought out this time was because they were worried that they would take advantage of the opportunity to cause chaos in the valley.

Without these subordinates, Hai Dongqing is now a cripple who has done nothing, so there is nothing to fear.

The whole team slowly started and advanced towards the depths of the wild boar slope mountain road.

Although it is not the first time that Tong Yangxing has taken this path, I don't know why he is always a little uneasy this time. Looking at the lush woods on both sides of the mountain road, which seemed deeper and denser in the blurred morning light, he frowned and looked at it for a while, and suddenly his heart moved, and he ordered: "Let the men and horses of Hulu Valley explore the way in the vanguard." ”

The order quickly reached Jiang Chuan, who secretly scolded Tong in his heart for being cunning and cunning, obviously wanting him to be cannon fodder, but he still accepted it with a grateful smile, until the Tartar soldier who gave the order thought that his brain was broken.

Jiang Chuan roared, took the lead, and roared past the side of the brigade with seven hundred men and horses, and reached the front of the entire brigade.

The ambush position of Ran Wu's 5,000-strong army was in the second half of the Wild Boar Slope Mountain Road, which was the distance that would be taken after the Wild Boar Slope Mountain Road was tightened.

The dense forests on both sides of the mountain road provided excellent cover, and the 5,000 men and horses were hidden in them, and there was no trace of them from the outside.

Ran Wu quietly leaned on a big tree and closed his eyes to recuperate, listening carefully to all the movements in the mountains and forests, when suddenly his ears moved and he suddenly opened his eyes.

A scout quietly came to his side and whispered, "Commander Ran, there is movement, the Tartar strikers have entered our sight. ”

Ran Wu nodded, and made a fist raised upward to a herald next to him, which was still a posture learned by Jiang Chuan, representing preparation for action.

The herald understood, and the index finger and thumb of his right hand were stuffed into his mouth, and a vivid birdsong suddenly sounded from the depths of the dense forest.

Soon, several bird calls rang out from the opposite side, which was the response of the ministries to the orders.

Soon, another scout came to report that the Tartar striker had entered the land of a stone's throw.

The Tartar strikers were already within ambush range, and the scouts kept coming.

When Ran Wu was about to give the order to prepare for an attack, suddenly a strange sound of a person humming a ditty came from the mountain road:

"I once dreamed of going to the end of the world with a sword and seeing the prosperity of the world......"

Ran Wu's hand, which was about to be waved, immediately stopped, of course he knew this song, because it was exactly what the Lord Lord had hummed that night.

And this is also the code word they agreed to identify friend and foe.

"Let the strikers pass, this is the lord." Ran Wu gave a resolute order, and the herald made a few more bird calls, and there was a quick echo from the opposite side.

On this quiet mountain road, Jiang Chuan's singing voice seemed very abrupt, and Tong Yangxing's face sank when he listened: "What are these horse thieves screaming about?" ”

The Tartar messenger, who had received a lot of benefits from Jiang Chuan, said with a flattering smile: "It must be the little song of the horse thief's hometown, it sounds weird." If the adults don't like it, the slave just goes up and tells him to shut up. According to the minions, these horse thieves must have experienced such a big battle for the first time, and they are cowardly in their hearts before they see the battle, so they sing a little song to strengthen their courage. “

Tong Yangxing snorted and scolded: "You old man must have accepted the benefits of others, you look timid and afraid on weekdays, but today you have said good things to a group of horse thieves." ”

"Hehe, the adult is wise, the little Jiujiu of the slave naturally can't hide the adult's eyes."

"That's it, it's just a group of rabble, and I can't expect anything, as long as there is no big mess."

Although Tong Yangxing was a little worried when he watched the mountain road gradually tighten, he watched the horse thieves who served as cannon fodder go smoothly without any danger, not even a single bird came out, and his heart gradually let go.

He knew that if he walked another five or six miles, he would be able to get out of this mountain road.

However, at this time, the mountain road has become tighter and tighter, originally the Tartars were ten horses in a row, but now the four or five horses are a little narrow and collided, and the marching speed of the team has slowed down.

"Three horses in parallel, let the rear team speed up to keep up." Tong Yangxing looked at this situation, for fear of missing the time, and resolutely ordered.

Soon, the Tartars' ranks turned into a longer three-mounted long serpent formation, continuing on the rugged and winding mountain road.

"Commander Ran, the main force of the Tartar army has entered our ambush circle." The scout came again.

"Alright, get ready to launch, and inform your lord." Ran Wu Huoran got up and ordered in a deep voice.

"No!" The herald took a large bow from behind his back, put on a ringing hammer, drew the bow like a full moon, and pointed the arrow at the sky.

Tong Yang rode on the horse bumping, his brows locked, and he always felt that something was a little abnormal.

What's not right? Everything seems to be peaceful.

Right! It's just so calm! Tong Yangxing suddenly woke up, such a dense mountain forest did not even see a few birds in the early morning, isn't this too abnormal.

There is only one reason for this, and that is that there are a large number of people and horses hidden in the woods, which makes the birds dare not roost here.

"Not good, there is an ambush, be on guard!" Before he could say the word "guard", he heard an extremely sharp roar rising from the dense forest in front of him.

Before the sharp sound of the chirping had dissipated, countless arrows suddenly shot out from the quiet woods on both sides, pouring down on the Tartar army like a torrential rain.

Almost instantly, hundreds of Tartar soldiers fell down with a neighing horse.

Tong Yangxing is also a general who has gone through the war, and he pulled out the long knife on his waist and shouted: "Speed up and rush over!" ”

He knew that this was not far from the exit, and that the cavalry would soon be able to rush out as long as they picked up their speed.

The usually arrogant Tartar cavalry roared and rushed towards the end of the mountain road.

But the arrows from both sides seemed to be endless, and continued to shoot at them like a raging storm, and the Tartar cavalry continued to roar and fall with men and horses.

As a result, the already narrow mountain road was blocked by the corpses of the Tartars, and the Tartar cavalry could not rush through it even if they wanted to.

"Fight back, return fire to both sides!" Tong Yangxing was surrounded by several pro-soldiers, and ordered sharply.

After all, the Tartar cavalry was a battle-hardened warrior, and although they were suddenly attacked and suffered heavy losses, they quickly took off their bows and arrows under the command of Tong Yangxing and returned fire to the dense forests on both sides.

It's a pity that they are in the light, the enemy is in the dark, most of their arrows are blocked by dense trees, most of them are shot at the trunks, only sporadic cold arrows hit the enemy, and occasionally there is a muffled snort or two.

But the enemy was in the dark, but they could see their position clearly, and their men and horses were limited by the terrain and crowded in a heap, so they became a good target, and some people kept screaming and screaming and falling.

At this time, the people who were dragging the red-clothed cannons and grain and grass behind them all shouted when they saw that the Tartars in front of them were ambushed, and they were so frightened that they took refuge in the dense forests on both sides of the mountain road, even if the accompanying Tartar soldiers cut and intercepted them, it would be useless.

The unattended grain and grass wagons and the heavy and huge red-coated cannons were discarded everywhere, and they were firmly blocked on the mountain road.

The road ahead was blocked, and then it was blocked, although Tong Yangxing was anxious in his heart, but he still tried to keep himself calm at the moment, and resolutely ordered: "All dismount and fight, enter the forest!" ”

Although the advantage of the Tartars is horse warfare and cavalry shooting, but at this moment their advantage has become their disadvantage, so they can only give up this advantage and temporarily become an infantryman.

The Tartars turned over and dismounted, and approached the woods on both sides with their sabers.

What needs to be explained here is that the Tartars at this time were not as capable of wearing armor as they were on TV in later generations. In many cases, only the personal soldiers of the Manchu nobility were eligible to wear armor.

The other free riders are basically half naked, wrapped in sheepskin, with a money rat tail on the back of their heads, a scimitar in their hands, and a big bow behind their backs, basically without protection.

The 5,000 men and horses led by Tong Yangxing, except for himself and his 100 own soldiers, can be armoured, and not all of them are iron armor, and the rest of the men and horses are basically unprotected loose horses.

That's why these Tartar soldiers suffered heavy casualties for a while under the strong bows and crossbows of the Jiangchuan army.

Watching the Tartar dismount and fight, Ran Wu's face remained unchanged, and he said in a deep voice: "The crossbowman fires arrows freely, and after two rounds of rapid fire, it is transferred from the predetermined position, and the heavily armored swordsman is ready." “

"No!" The herald took the order and turned away.

Soon, with a few strange bird calls, another rain of arrows poured out from the dense forests on both sides, and a large number of Tartars fell to the ground with arrows.

After two rounds of arrow rain, no more arrows came out of the forest, and the Tartars were overjoyed, and they shouted loudly and rushed inside.

Suddenly, there was an earth-shattering roar in the forest, which startled several Tartars whose legs weakened and fell to the ground, and looked up in fright, only to see a ten-foot-tall giant running out of the forest wrapped in bright iron armor, brandishing a huge mace and rushing towards them.

And behind this god-like giant, countless heavy infantry wearing the same iron armor, holding an iron shield in one hand and a long sword in the other, armed to the point that only two eyes were exposed.

Of course, this giant is the pillar of Giant Mountain, which was incorporated into the pro-guard team by Jiang Chuan.

Seeing the huge mace of the mountain pillar smashed over, a strong Tartar soldier roared and swung his knife to block, but the scimitar was smashed in two by the mace without hindrance, and then even the person was smashed in the head by a mace, and the brains splashed everywhere, and a fishy smell of blood suddenly spread.