The first tornado begins at the end of the Wanderer

On the fifteenth day of Chongzhen, this moment was the time when black and white were handed over, and people were most sleepy. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

In terms of the art of war, this is the best time to rob the camp, because before dawn, the sky is about to turn from black to white in this short period of time.

After a night of intense duty, the soldiers were mentally and physically exhausted to the limit.

Seeing that the sky is about to dawn, if the enemy comes to rob the camp, won't he expose his whereabouts cleanly?

So at this time, it is easy to relax mentally.

And the generals who are good at using troops will seize this momentary slackness and quickly dispatch to attack the enemy camp and take the enemy by surprise.

It's just that such a thing as a camp robbery is not omnipotent.

There are countless examples of hijacking camps in history.

The risks involved in this can only be understood by a seasoned general.

At this time, Qin Haoming was covered in black, lurking in the vast moonlight.

Ahead, there was a camp of 10,000 Tartars, as silent as no man's land.

In the rear, he selected 1,700 warriors who did not suffer from night blindness from among the 5,000 soldiers of the Heavenly Male Army.

Qi Gang, who was in full armor, rode on a horse, leading the Ming Jian'er, holding his breath and concentrating, motionless.

It is as if there is a sculpture in eternity, waiting for Qin Haoming's activation.

In Zhao County, there were also 3,000 soldiers selected from 15,000 people, and under the leadership of Lu Xiangsheng, they were ready to wait for a shocking blow to the Tartars.

The blood was boiling in his heart, and a feeling that the world was in his hands gradually permeated Qin Haoming's heart.

The war in the era of cold weapons is far more tragic than that of hot weapons, and it can stimulate men's desire to fight more.

However, killing with cold weapons is never as fast and efficient as killing with hot weapons.

But if the two are carried out at the same time, it will undoubtedly be the nightmare of the Tartars, the gospel of the Ming Dynasty.

Tonight, Qin Haoming is paying attention to the robbery camp.

It's just that before that, he has to make the Tartar camp chaotic, or let the Tartar camp bomb the camp.

The barracks are an authentic place of slaughter, and those who serve as soldiers live in fear, and the mental depression can be imagined after years of suffering.

In addition, the army has strict hierarchies and closed management, and it relies on military discipline on weekdays.

Before the war, everyone's life and death were uncertain, and they didn't know if they would be able to come back alive tomorrow, and everyone was on the verge of a nervous breakdown.

At this time, the slightest wind and grass, it may be just a soldier's nightmare scream, which can detonate the hysterical madness in the battalion.

If a soldier is completely free from the shackles of military discipline, someone will pick up the guy, and there will be revenge and revenge!

Hunt down officers, enemies, and comrades they don't know, leaving only corpses in one place the next day.

Therefore, the bombing of the camp is something that no disciplined army can do anything about.

The Tartars were not weaker than the Tianxiong army in battle, and they also had an advantage in strength.

If it is just a simple frontal fight, the soldiers of the Tianxiong Army will definitely pay a heavy price and may be defeated.

In Qin Haoming's heart, the lives of the Han people are more valuable than Tartars.

In addition, as a special soldier in later generations, he disdains the battle of stupidly taking human lives to fill it.

For this upcoming battle, Qin Haoming can be said to have racked his brains and planned early.

The Tartars have the advantage of the Tartars, but the Tianxiong Army also has an advantage.

That is, the battlefield is chosen by them, why can't they play to the advantage of fighting at home?

Being good at using the power of thermal weapons is also one of Qin Haoming's military skills as a special soldier.

His killer weapon was gunpowder.

Regarding the use of gunpowder, Qin Haoming can say without exaggeration that there is no one else in this era who plays more slippery than him.

Therefore, before the Tartars arrived, Qin Haoming investigated all the addresses where they might arrange the barracks.

Zhao County Chengchi is such a large area, and the corresponding layout is relatively easy.

Qin Haoming concentrated all the gunpowder of the Tianxiong Army, and while "borrowing grain", he focused on emptying the gunpowder stocks in nearby cities.

Not to mention a radius of three kilometers, it is a radius of nearly twenty kilometers near Zhao County, and Qin Haoming has already laid a number of explosion zones, the purpose is to cast a wide net, collect more fish, and catch one by one.

Under Abatai's camp, there were three powder magazines, and all Qin Haoming had to do was to detonate them.

Qin Haoming bowed his body, and disappeared into the boundless dark night with a few jumps.

Seeing this, Dong Changqing and Yu Youhan next to him also bowed down and touched in different directions, and they were responsible for the explosion fuses in the other two places.

At the same time, Yang Lukai led one hundred and fifty Ming soldiers, carrying wooden planks and flying bridges, and quietly lurked near the Tartar camp.

They were preparing for a cavalry assault.

Outside the camp of the Tartars, there were trenches, horse rejection, thistles and other defensive measures, which were not easy to pass.

At this time, it is necessary to lay out the planks and nail the thistle away. Erect a flying bridge for the soldiers and horses of the Tianxiong Army to cross.

In the dark, Qin Haoming seemed to be one with the dark night.

At this time, the Tartar camp was silent and silent.

Only the dead wind lantern hung high in front of the gate swayed in the wind.

The dim light, not even the ravines dozens of paces away, could not be reflected clearly.

Taking out the fire fold from his arms, a sneer appeared on Qin Haoming's lips, Tartars, grandpa's gift is about to be given to you, I hope you will ask for more blessings.

The arquebus snaws its way with sparks, towards its end.

"Boom!" There was an earth-shattering bang, which shook Qin Haoming, who was three hundred meters away, stumbling and almost sitting on the ground.

The current gunpowder cannot be compared with the black powder or TNT bombs of later generations, Qin Haoming adheres to the principle that since you can't win by quality, you should win by quantity.

He divided the gunpowder originally stockpiled by the Tianxiong Army into ten explosion points and buried them deep underground.

Of course, there are also necessary changes, and at the same time, there are also pieces of iron buried in the ground, crushed stones made of local materials.

Under the thermal equivalent of high-speed blasting, these weapons are more powerful than bullets, and they can basically be shot without missing a shot.

Qin Haoming stabilized his body, ecstatic in his heart, successful, successful!

Looking up at the Tartar barracks, the flames were blazing on all sides, and the violent explosion not only harvested the lives of the Tatars, but also set fire to the barracks tents.

The dirt on the ground was carried high into the air, mixed with the smoke of gunpowder, so that the smoke filled the air and quickly spread to the surrounding people.

The Tartars were divided by fire and smoke, and they could not look at each other, and they could not find their soldiers, and they could not find their generals, and they were in chaos.

The startled horses neighed everywhere, broke free from the reins, pouted their hooves and rushed around the barracks without a purpose.

"Victory! Ming soldiers, follow me! ”

The sound of the explosion was the best signal, Lu Xiang raised his voice and shouted, rushing out of the city gate first, and the three thousand iron horsemen were like a torrent of steel, quickly sprinting towards the Tartar camp five miles away.

"Attack!" The enemy camp was already in chaos, and there was no need to hide it anymore, Qi Gang waved the long knife in his hand and took the lead in rushing towards the Tartar camp.