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The next day, the Mongol tribes came as scheduled, but this time the tactics were very exquisite, and the whole was pushed back two miles, and the front team stood very loosely, and the cannonballs could not hurt many people, and several cavalry shouted under the city tower.

They are the kind of people who are ready to die.

"Listen to the officials in the city, we Tumut only came to borrow some grain this time, and we will leave immediately if we have 50,000 stone of grain."

"Otherwise, my Mongolian iron cavalry will travel all over Ningxia."

"Shell preparation." Ning Zhiyuan said lightly, several soldiers, including Chen Biao, were aiming with their bows open, and he knew that those cavalrymen were going to explain here.

Seeing that there was no movement upstairs, Zamo was a little relieved at this time, you must know that yesterday I didn't give them a chance to speak, at least this shows that his guess is correct, and he also knows that there is no result from this shouting, how can the other party obediently hand over the food.

So you have to rob it, you can't grab it in the high city, so you can rob the low city.

Seeing a burst of sparks rise behind him, followed by a boom and groans, Zammer was ashamed.

At the moment when the shell was fired, Ning Zhiyuan didn't feel anything, foreigners' things were really better than self-produced, not to mention safety, the noise was much less.

Intuitively, the sparks created are also more brilliant, and the deaths of those Mongols appear more tragic.

But this time, Tuerchi, who insisted on being in the rear team, was very lucky, and his face was really as I expected, and he quickly ordered his subordinates to withdraw, and he didn't care

Did Zammer give an order, but at this time, this practice just helped the retreat of the Mongol tribes at this time, the people in the rear withdrew, and the people in front had nothing to hinder, so when the fourth shell of the red-coated cannon on the city wall exploded, it only hit the last group of people who happened to retreat.

"They're retreating faster than yesterday." Ning Zhiyuan sighed, they are not stupid people, but fortunately, there are four red-clothed cannons, so the casualties of the other party this time are greater than yesterday.

That night, Chen Biao led five hundred cavalry out of the city, their purpose was to harass the enemy, according to Ning Zhiyuan's original plan, he planned to attack the camp at night, but the news was that the Mongols were stationed in a clearing, and ten steps and one sentry, the defense was extremely tight, and the sneak attack was really unreliable, but it was still possible to make a tired army.

After being discovered by the first secret sentinel, the team of five hundred people continued to rush forward and killed a sentry, and after being discovered by the second sentry, they were still rushing forward, and in the third place, Chen Biao and they began to run backwards. There are many sentinels, but they've made enough noise by now.

Zammer had just had a big quarrel with the other leaders, and he was really upset, and today there was another bitter master like yesterday's Turchi, and in addition to the last Turchi, the other ones also had their own damages, and the opposition was even louder.

"It's not that you blame yourself for being cowardly, you have to be in the middle." Zammer was secretly angry, and finally moved out of his identity as a leader, which was both a scare and a temptation, and persuaded them again, and they were finally able to sleep.

At this time, it was midnight, and Zamer, who was finally a little sleepy, was thinking about changing his goal tomorrow to rob the small city, there must be many Han women in it, and he must catch the most beautiful one to relieve his boredom.

Suddenly there was a whistle, followed by exclamations, and the sleeping soldiers woke up, and the camp was bustling with activity.

Zamer reacted smartly and picked up the weapon at hand, there was no need to wear armor, because he had not removed his armor in the first place, just when there was a sound outside the account, the soldiers came in to report that the Han people had attacked the camp, so they rushed out of the account in a hurry.

The fire was bright into the sky, and many soldiers were still disheveled with weapons in their hands, but they didn't see the Han army for a long time, and Zamo couldn't help but feel angry for a while, and understood that this was a trick of the Han people.

"What about scouts? How did the reconnaissance information go, and you, all of them looked disheveled, and there was no trace of my Tumut warriors. In fact, he himself understands that it is no wonder that the scouts are high, the night is dark and the wind is high, so naturally he heard the sound and came to report, and it is normal for these soldiers to wake up from their sleep, but he is angry in his heart, he just wants to vent.

The Mongol soldiers looked at Zammer with shame.

"Okay, let's go to bed, the scout chief will be vigilant." Zammer went on to say that he was not a grumpy man as a titular commander of 30,000 men, and he knew how to discipline his soldiers, otherwise the leader would not be at ease to hand over all the warriors to him, even if he was the leader's younger brother.

The fire in the tent had weakened a little, and the silence gradually returned, and the soldiers began to fall asleep after a few moments.

The whistle sounded again, and Zimmer rushed out of the camp in a hurry, as a general's instinct, he knew that this might be another enemy trick, but he had to take it seriously.

"General, our thirty outposts have been pushed to fifteen, so," the chief scout seemed to be afraid that Zammer would blame him again, so he quickly explained.

Zamer's face was gloomy, he wanted to kill, but he still couldn't kill indiscriminately, after the Yuan Dynasty ruled China for decades, the generals have become a lot more strategic, no longer only know how to shoot people with a big bow, and are also used to using the title of general.

"Razan'er, you and your warriors are on guard tonight." Zimmer said coldly, he didn't want to do this, because it would inevitably cause some soldiers to lose their combat effectiveness during the day, but it had to be like this for now.

Razan'er was the force that suffered the heaviest losses under the bombardment of the Ming army today, and he wanted to refuse with some annoyance, but he nodded and agreed to look at Zamer's eyes that wanted to kill, the Mongols were aggressive and only succumbed to force, and the other forces had no intention of helping him.

Zammer actually just wants to ensure that his subordinates are at their peak to carry out tomorrow's plan that should be later, so he can only 'bully' once.

With a large number of Mongols on guard, Chen Biao and the others had to return to the city, but thinking that the task assigned by Gongzi today was not bad.

At this time, Ning Daguan was repeatedly unable to sleep in bed, and he understood that tonight's actions could only bring a little mental exhaustion to the Mongols, and there was no big impact on combat effectiveness.

Shang Jinglan and Da Yu'er hugged him left and right, did not speak, and neither fell asleep, their concern was overflowing.

"My sister said you were in trouble this time, but I know you're going to be okay bastard." Da Yu'er said in a coquettish voice, full of confidence.

"Well, Yu'er is right, you are the best." Shang Jinglan's beautiful voice also said, she never thought that she would lie next to a man like this before, but now she feels very happy.

"It's still Jinglan who says the best, I'm the best." Ning Daguan smiled, leaned over Shang Jinglan, and kissed him heavily

Chongzhen rarely slept very early today, but he didn't fall asleep for a long time, he already knew the situation in Ningxiawei, and his heart was tight after learning that the Kansai Mongols also began to commit crimes, "Did the Ming Dynasty die at my hands?" ”

Houjin is in constant trouble, the Monan Mongols have already partially taken refuge in Houjin, and now there is another Kansai Mongolia, he really hopes that someone can help him share the burden, and he feels that he has found that person.

Ning Zhiyuan explained the cause and effect in detail in his letter to the imperial court, at least it was fruitful on the Mongol side of Monan, and the fight had already begun, and the tens of thousands of Mongol troops in the Houjin army had disappeared, and the pressure caused by it was sharply reduced, and the speed at which Sun Chengzong conquered the lost territory also accelerated a lot.

Ningxia was trading grain, he had heard about it for a long time, and he was suspicious, so he didn't trust Ning Zhiyuan very much, and now when Ning Zhiyuan admitted it, his mind changed, Ning Zhiyuan can be trusted, or must be trusted.

Because Ningxia is where he is.

He was an outstanding politician, and he believed that he could make Ning Zhiyuan return to his heart, so he got up and wrote a holy decree.

Early morning is not a good time to siege a city, so Zammer doesn't plan to attack it either.

He was woken up several times in the middle of the night, and his spirit did not seem very good, but this did not affect his fighting spirit at all, and today he wanted to cross Ningxiawei and teach these stupid and not cunning Ming people a lesson.

The spirit of Lazan'er's subordinates was very poor, they could have slept at dawn, but they found that the other party's thousands of cavalry were a few miles ahead, so he still wanted to sleep, it should be his subordinates who still wanted to sleep, after all, he was the boss, and he could still sleep.

Zammer was inexplicable when he was pulled up by Razan'er, but after learning the whole thing, he became even more inexplicable, and immediately ordered the whole army to assemble and pay attention to the other party's movements.

After many inquiries, Zamer knew that the number of the other party was only 5,000.

Or, a few hundred more.

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