At night, the Dongshan camp was very quiet, except for the soldiers on patrol at night, everyone else was sleeping.

The gunners are tired these days, and the Jurchen masters watch from the sidelines when they practice, and as long as they find that someone is lazy, it is a whip.

At night, the camp was filled with snoring, and occasionally a group of Jurchens patrolling only had a passing scene.

After all, this is Fuzhou controlled by them, and no living and crooked Ming army dares to rush into Fuzhou where the army is gathered to find death.

On the cliff of the back mountain, where no one noticed, several ropes quietly slid down the rock wall. Several black shadows descended quickly along the rope, and in just a few breaths, the black shadows slid over the cliff of more than twenty feet and fell into the camp.

These black shadows quickly disappeared into the camp after landing on the ground, and they were never seen again. In a short time, the light of the fire in the camp disappeared in a flash, and several rope ladders descended from the cliff.

Groups of black-clad soldiers climbed down the rope ladder, and when they reached the camp, they quickly split into two parts. One group of people led by Ma Bao went to the gunpowder storehouse, and the other group of people moved towards the Jurchen place.

They walked carefully through the camp for fear of alarming the sleeping enemy. Suddenly, the tent curtain in front of him moved, Qin Shi made a gesture, and everyone quickly flashed into the darkness.

I saw a Jurchen man come out of the tent, and this person was wearing a shirt as he walked. There was a lewd smile in his mouth, and he didn't go far to feel a numb neck, and he lost consciousness.

Qin Shi approached the tent and listened attentively, and an angry look appeared on his face. The man's screams and the woman's screams mingle together, and a person knows what's going on inside.

Qin Shi beckoned, and the monk walked up. He gently lifted a corner of the tent and blew the drug in. After a while, the monk nodded to Qin Shi, and Qin Shi covered his mouth and nose and rushed in.

A short time later, he came out covered in blood, and under his orders a group of soldiers followed a member of the Shadow to begin cleaning up the short tent.

The magic drug mixed by the shadow is very powerful, as long as the Jurchens who are drugged in it are unconscious, they are allowed to be killed by the Changxing army.

Just as they were on the rise, a Jurchen who went out to be on duty at night walked opposite Qin Shi.

Although Qin Shi had already made a quick move, the steel knife slashed through the neck of the Jurchen. But at the moment Qin Shi made his move, the Jurchens' shouts pierced the silent night sky.

Suddenly, the quiet camp boiled, and the ugly Manchu language of the Jurchens came from the extra tents. Seeing that their whereabouts were exposed, the Changxing army could no longer care about hiding their figures, so they lit a fire and threw grenades into one tent after another.

Suddenly, the shouts of killing spread throughout the entire Dongshan camp, and all the Jurchens were alarmed. They rushed out of the tent in disheveled clothes and fought with the Changxing army.

Qin Shi let go of the steel knife that was slashing at him, and slashed back with a knife. While being held by the other party, he raised his right foot and kicked the Jurchen in the chest.

Then he stepped forward and stabbed the man's life, and went straight to the next target. The eight hundred Jurchens who stayed behind were killed by Qin Shi silently, and the chaos of the night made them not know how many Ming troops came.

The first thing many Jurchen soldiers did after rushing out of their tents was not to fight the Changxing army, but to flee outside the camp.

At this moment, the honor of the Jurchens, what is invincible, what is invincible in the field is nonsense. Saving your life is the most important thing, and only surviving is real.

Qin Shi, who was leading people to fight desperately, suddenly found that more than a dozen horsemen were rushing towards them, and he hurriedly pulled out a flint hair from his waist and drove at the dozen or so horsemen who rushed over.

After a bang, one of the enemies fell from his horse. The other Changxing troops also took out short guns and fired, and the dozen or so horsemen were shot off their horses before they could rush in front of them.

A voice sounded from among the Jurchens: "Lord Buzana is dead in battle!" Although Qin Shi didn't understand what the Jurchens said, he found that the Jurchens no longer resisted desperately. They turned and fled, toward the valley.

At this time, shouts of killing were also heard from the location of the powder magazine near the valley mouth, but it soon fell silent.

Qin Shi led the people to kill until Guguchi, only to find that Ma Bao had taken the gunpowder magazine and was carrying barrels of gunpowder.

"My lord! Nearly half of Jiannu escaped, and we captured hundreds of war horses! A soldier said.

When they returned to the camp again, more than 1,000 Han gunners stood tremblingly and confronted the Changxing army. Although they had a large number of people, they were still too frightened by the hundreds of Changxing troops to move.

"There are a lot of us, so don't be afraid of them. As long as we can take down these thieves, Lord Belle will give us a boost, and then everyone will be a Jurchen master! A voice sounded from the gunner.

All the gunners were attracted by the word "carry up", and their eyes were red from irritation. Forgetting the horror of the enemy in front of him, he shouted "Kill!" "Sounded in the gunners.

All the gunners rushed towards the three hundred Changxing troops, but they were greeted by the mouth of the black hole. The roar of hundreds of guns caused the corpses of gunners to be scattered all over the place.

They were dumbfounded by the current, and the voice rang out again. "Their firearms are gone, get on them! The credit is in front of you! ”

Only then did the gunners react, and they rushed to the Changxing army again. This time they were greeted by a grenade, "Boom!! The explosion was incessant, and the gunners fell again.

This time, the voice of agitating the gunners also disappeared, and when the Changxing army came up, the gunners scattered in a hurry.

At this time, the sound of horses' hooves was heard outside the valley, and a large number of cavalry were rapidly approaching the Dongshan camp.

It was Huang Taiji himself who led the team, and the Dongshan camp almost poured his efforts into the past few months. The silver alone cost more than 100,000 taels, and the gunpowder used to train the gunners was innumerable.

If the Dongshan camp is destroyed, he will be busy all this time. So when he heard that someone had reported that the Dongshan camp had been attacked, he immediately brought someone to kill him.

When I met the fleeing Jurchens on the way, I found out that it was the Ming army that attacked the Dongshan camp. If you ask these escaped Jurchens again, they can't tell clearly, and they suddenly appeared in the camp and caught them off guard.

Huang Taiji didn't believe in any ghosts and gods, and he ordered all the Jurchens who fled when he saw them be beheaded.

When he came to the Dongshan camp, there were bursts of shouts and explosions from inside.

It seems that it is not too late for me to come, I hope to keep those cannons!

With his order, hundreds of Jurchen armor soldiers rushed towards the entrance of the Dongshan camp. As soon as they arrived at the entrance of the Higashiyama camp, a destabilizing explosion came from the mouth of the valley.

The shock caused by the explosion loosened the cliffs on both sides, and the sand and gravel continued to fall.

It filled the valley mouth in an instant, and looking at the sealed valley mouth, Huang Taiji spit out a mouthful of blood.

"Dismount! Offensive! Come on! ”