Sanshoyu Hanzo gritted his teeth and slapped the table, and made up his mind to make a night attack when the Ming army had just finished a victory, and selected thousands of elite warriors under his crotch to start preparing.

The tactics of dividing the soldiers into two ways are considered to be the head of the road, just waiting for the Ming army to come to an unforgettable attack on the camp in this dark night.

Logically speaking, the Romance of the Three Kingdoms had not yet been born in those years, and the Japanese slaves did not have a textbook to study the art of war, so they would not learn the high-end and high-grade method of using troops such as attacking the camp. However, this Sanshoyu Hanzo is really with this plan, and it can be said that he is no longer a very advanced figure in the history of war within the Japanese country.

He was in a hurry to arrange the troops, and Zhu Houzhao was also not idle.

As a great nation that has experienced the Spring and Autumn Period, the Five Hegemons of the Warring States and the Seven Heroes, the Chu and Han Dynasties, the Three Kingdoms, and the Five Dynasties and Ten Kingdoms, which have fought various wars of all sizes for thousands of years, the means of the Chinese nation's war will be at the level of grandmasters in the world in another 500 years.

It seems that it is easy to bully because it is never willing to be sober and bully the younger generations, otherwise if you wake up a little, even if the US imperialism of China for 30 years before the scientific and technological means really fights, it will only be called Dad.

Don't you see that it took eight years for the Japanese devils to escape from 9.6 million square kilometers of land crying for their fathers and mothers?

After returning to the camp, Zhu Houzhao cursed loudly how treacherous the Japanese devils were, while thinking of more treacherous methods.

Tonight is the moon is dark and the wind is high, the clouds are thick and the stars are light, and it is a good time to rob the camp that has been summed up for many years.

Zhu Houzhao, who had long noticed the darkness coming, had to consider the possibility of the Japanese slaves coming to rob the camp.

Zhao Dezhu can't cover it now, although the injury is not serious, it is impossible to charge into battle.

Zhu Houzhao directly gave him the best tent in the camp, leaving hundreds of old and weak wounded soldiers in the camp, and the rest of the men and horses all disappeared into the night under the leadership of Zhu Houzhao himself.

Almost all the sergeants who were left behind seemed to know the impending fate, but none of them objected, and none of them were abandoned, and none of them sued the injustice of fate and the cruelty of the lord against the heavens.

Needless to say, the general left them the best weapons, almost every four people had a thunderbolt, mobile artillery and ironclad chariots were all left, there was really nothing to complain about.

Zhao Dezhu drank wine in the wide camp, and the sake brewed by the Japanese slaves he collected was really worthy of being called sake, and it had no taste at all. A jar of sake is not as flavorful as a pound of burning knives. That's what the real Northeast men should drink, and it's the wine that the Ming tendons should drink.

In less than the middle of the night, three or four empty wine jars were scattered in front of Zhao Dezhu and thrown on the ground crookedly. But Zhao Dezhu's eyes were still clear, and he couldn't see half a point of drunkenness.

The soldiers outside the camp are scolding their mothers, not scolding their colleagues who have abandoned their people and are missing, but scolding the sake brewed by the Japanese slaves is really tasteless.

Almost the second watch, Zhao Dezhu walked out of the tent, and when the evening breeze blew, he only felt three points drunk, and the wounds on his body were not as painful as during the day.

"Are you ready, brothers?" Zhao Dezhu, who was still holding a jar of wine, roared when he went out of the door.

"Nope!" A large group of soldiers of the Ming army smashed the empty wine jar in their hands and shouted: "I just hate that I can't drink a mouthful of burning knives." Damn, the Japanese slaves are also cowardly to drink, and they don't feel it after drinking three catties. ”

"Fuck you!" Zhao Dezhu scolded with a smile, and then ordered: "Drink well and go to work, dig all the pits that should be dug before drinking." ”

The sergeants were blinded, they had made a desperate plan to fight, but what did it mean to work, and was digging a pit to bury themselves alive?

Zhao Dezhu, who had drunk a lot of wine, was too lazy to explain to them, so he soaked a soak of urine very domineeringly, and then started working with a sapper shovel.

Zhu Houzhao left them a lot of various firearms, although it was not enough to cover the entire camp, but the Buddha Anger Tang Lian who would explode if he pulled the line under an ambush in a critical place was still enough.

The gate is a good place, hanging directly on it, as long as the group of Japanese slaves dares to push open the gate, it will immediately fall from the sky or so, and at least a dozen Japanese slaves will be killed. It's casual, just dig a pit and bury it.

After burying the mines, the soldiers of the Ming army with a bad taste also covered it with a layer of stones very creatively. What's even more ruthless is to pull a bubble directly in the pit, as long as this thing explodes, it will definitely fly all over the sky, so that the Japanese slaves will have a full meal.

In the camp, more than 1,000 soldiers of the Ming army began to drink wine and eat meat after completing all kinds of traps that were enough to deal a double blow to the Japanese slaves physically and mentally in a burst of laughter.

There were bonfires everywhere in the camp, the tents were empty, and the Ming troops who were dangling in the open space vaguely seemed to be definitely a lot of people.

Besides, Zhu Houzhao's side, tens of thousands of people were divided into two groups, and a large part of them were deeply ambushed in the darkness under the leadership of Zhu Houzhao.

As for the other part, everyone carried dozens of catties of fish oil to another place.

Since the Ming army began to catch big fish, all those who were obedient were taken to pull big boats, and those who were disobedient were all skinned and cramped, meat was used to eat, and oil was used to stir-fry vegetables.

However, the Ming army was not used to eating fishy fish oil, so there were tens of thousands of catties in large barrels and barrels. The fish in the deep sea are fat, and almost some of them have no meat to eat, and they are full of fat.

These fish oils are not very tasty, but some of them can be used as little as they are sprinkled on firewood and grass when cooking, and they can immediately ignite a blazing flame. It's just that it doesn't taste very good.

It's almost dawn, the darkest time of the day. The sleepy Zhu Houzhao finally waited for the night attack of the Japanese slaves.

Although the sound of footsteps was tried to cover up, the crackling of tens of thousands of people was still no different from thunder.

Zhu Houzhao couldn't help laughing, whoever holds the plum horse and wraps the hooves is.

In that era when there was no noise pollution, the sound of tens of thousands of people moving together could be heard from a mile away, and it could be shaken by sleeping on the ground.

This is still the result of not having horses, and if there were horses, then maybe the muffled thunder would become rolling thunder.

Zhu Houzhao waved his hand to summon the personal guard team around him, and it was annoying to have no phone, and he couldn't command it like an arm.

"Tell everyone not to act rashly, take the signal of General Ben, and then fire with all your strength when you see a lantern raised!" Zhu Houzhao commanded in a low voice.

The pockets of catching fish have been open for a long time, just waiting for this group of brainless bastards to plunge in on their own.

It was only a quarter of an hour's effort, and a large number of ghosts and ghosts appeared from the darkness, although it was not real, but the cold light that occasionally flashed under the dim star and moon light of the Japanese slaves still signaled their arrival.

(Tianjin)