At the camp of the Fifth Division, which was only 300 steps away from the East City Gate, Du Wenhuan got out of bed in his clothes, and his own soldiers brought him lamps and candles.

"See the flare fireworks?"

"Throne, our people have been watching, and so far they haven't seen the signal from the rangers."

"No?" Du Wenhuan thought for a moment, "The rangers have been running eastward for most of the night, and they haven't sent a signal yet, that is, there is no shadow of Jiannu's rear army, so there won't be problems with the four groups of rangers, right?" ”

Du Wenhuan is ready to do it.

"You go and pass my order, first remove ten artillery pieces from the east gate, and when the artillery is in place, we will attack immediately."

"Yes, Throne." The soldiers immediately went out to convey Du Wenhuan's order.

Ten artillery pieces had long been dismantled from the east gate and were waiting to be transported outside the city, and the artillery and the soldiers transporting it received the order to immediately move the artillery from the head of the city to the outside of the city.

In the process of transporting artillery, carriages and horse hooves will make sounds, but these sounds are still far away from Jiannu's camp, Jiannu's rangers have long been cleared by the Ming army, and Jiannu in the big tent is dreaming at this time.

"Squeak, squeak." The wagons carrying the artillery made steady progress on the plains east of Quang Ninh, and there was no obstacle along the way, except for the horse-tired points.

Other soldiers of the 5th Division, including Du Wenhuan, also followed behind the artillery.

"Here we are." The soldier in charge of looking at the terrain accurately found the mark.

The carriage stopped in front of a sign on the ground, the soldiers untied the ropes and let the horses go first, and twenty soldiers unloaded the wagons from the wagons with their cannons from all sides.

The gunners began to fix one gun after another.

It was pitch black in front, and the big tent of Jiannu could not be seen at all, and the gunners could only adjust the muzzle of the gun according to the distance that had been measured long ago.

"Seat, artillery adjustments."

"Send a signal for the nearby soldiers to go away so as not to hurt their own people." Du Wenhuan stood in the night, staring ahead, but he couldn't see anything in front of him, only sporadic gunshots.

"Wow ......"

A blue firework burst into the sky far from the artillery, and the fireworks exploded in the sky, illuminating the nearby sky green.

The sound of flintlock pistols in the distance immediately stopped, and the "click" of horses' hooves faded away.

"The infantry was ready, and as soon as the cannon fire stopped, they immediately attacked the big tent of Jiannu, and now the artillery began to fire." After Du Wenhuan finished speaking, he retreated to the rear, the sound of the artillery firing was too loud, standing near the artillery, he couldn't hear the speech at all, and he couldn't give a new order in time.

The gunners began to reload the shells, and then began to ignite.

It's only midnight, the gunners can't calibrate the guns, the first flowering shells, mainly test firing, and then adjusting the guns according to the landing point of the flowering shells.

The gunners lit the fuses one by one, and the flowering shells also rose into the air one after another, and they flew neatly towards the big tent of Mang Gurtai in a flaming red arc.

Of the ten flowering shells, four fell in the center of the Great Horde, two fell on the outside aid of the Great Horde, and the remaining four were far away from the Great Horde.

The flowering shell just now flew out at one time, and each gunner knew where his flowering shell landed, and they were nervously adjusting the muzzle, and the gunner, who did not need to adjust the muzzle, had already begun to load the flowering shell.

Ten flowering bullets fell to the ground, and the Jurchen soldiers who drank too much mare's milk wine would also be awakened, but this was the first time they heard the sound of flowering bullets, and although it didn't feel right, they were panicked.

Mang Gurtai was also awakened by the flowering bullet, and he crawled out of the quilt with a bone: "What is this sound? How is it so close to the Big Horde? ”

Before his words could be heard, the second wave of flowering bombs began to explode.

More and more tents were set on fire by flowering shells, more and more soldiers were engulfed in flames, and more and more soldiers were injured by flowering shells.

The Jurchen soldiers began to be confused, and they already understood: the Ming army was coming to sneak attack, and there was also artillery that terrified them.

Manggultai came out of the big tent, and there was a great fire everywhere outside, and the big tent was as bright as day.

The light of the fire pointed the direction for the Ming army's artillery, and more flowering shells fell on the Jurchens' tent, exploding, burning, and screaming.

Mang Gurtai was stunned, the Ming army had been fighting a little, why did he suddenly launch a large-scale sneak attack?

Just now a flowering bullet hit the stable, and not many of the horses died, but they escaped from the stable, and scurried around in the depths of the tent, and some soldiers were killed and injured by the horses' hooves.

The ten artillery pieces of the Ming army did not fire a salvo, but took turns firing, and in the ears of Mang Gurtai, it was non-stop firing.

Mang Gurtai's personal soldiers risked being swallowed by flowering bullets, they led their horses and found Mang Gurtai's side: "Lord Belle, the Ming army has a large-scale sneak attack, hurry up and get on the horse!" ”

Manggultai jumped onto his horse, and when he got to the horse, his heart calmed a little: "How are the other brothers?" ”

The pro-soldiers also got on their horses: "Lord Belle, there is chaos in the big tent, and the soldiers can't find the war horses at all, nor can they find weapons." ”

"Don't panic, the Ming army is just a small sneak attack." Mang Gurtai has not seen the soldiers of the Ming army until now.

"Lord Belle, the cannon is so loud that you can't hear the words at all, and besides, the tents are on fire, and the soldiers can't be quiet, Lord Belle, let's go!"

"Let's go? Where to go? What to do with these soldiers? "Mang Gurtai really doesn't know what to do, the artillery of the Ming army is exploding all the time, and he can't gather soldiers at all.

"Boom...... Long ......"

A flowering bomb exploded less than eight paces away from Mang Gurtai, and the soldier who had just been talking to him was suddenly blown to the ground, and he couldn't even find his head.

Mang Gurtai was shocked: "When did the Ming army have this kind of artillery?" ”

He sat on the horse in a daze, watching the war horse of his own soldiers neigh in front of his eyes, and then slowly fell, the blood-red horse landed on the ground, the war horse was in pain, and its two front legs could not stop squatting, trying to stand up, but its hind legs were already weak, and it struggled in vain for a while, and finally fell to the ground, its neck stretched forward and fell, and its nostrils reached the bent front legs.

"Lord Belle ......"

Mang Gurtai did not agree, he turned his head to look behind him, the big tent was almost all on fire, and the Jurchen soldiers were scurrying in vain in the fire, smoked by the fireworks, they gradually lost consciousness, and could not find a way out at all.

Some of the soldiers had their leather armor on fire, and Mang Gurtai seemed to smell the smell of burnt horse meat.

A wave of heat forced Mang Gultai and his men back again and again, and the horses clearly sensed the threat of the fire, shaking their heads and flicking their tails.

Mang Gurtai pulled out his waist knife, he wanted to fight hard, but the Ming soldiers couldn't see any of them, did they want to fight with the blossom bullet and this scorching fire? He didn't speak, but he was bitten so hard that he "gurgled".

"Lord Belle, let's go, it's too late." The soldiers pleaded, although they can't see the Ming army now, they must be hiding somewhere, and the more they can't see the Ming army, the more dangerous it will be here.

Mang Gurtai really couldn't bear to watch his soldiers being roasted into jerky, he turned his face and turned his horse's head: "Tell the sù brothers, hurry up and get on the horse, we will return to Xiping Fort first." ”

"Hurry up and get on your horse and return to Xiping Fort." The soldiers shouted as they retreated east with Mang Gurtai.

The Jurchen soldiers who grabbed the horses all followed the sound of Mang Gurtai's horses' hooves and ran eastward.

The Jurchen soldiers who didn't grab the war horse were still desperately searching, hoping that Changshengtian could send him a life-saving war horse, but Changshengtian was not on duty today, and they looked up to the sky one by one and sighed in disappointment.

Du Wenhuan saw from a distance that Mang Gurtai's big tent was already a sea of fire, if there were still soldiers in the big tent, it was estimated that it would also be roasted, so he waved his hand: "Stop the shelling, the infantry attack, clean up the mess, be quick." ”

The flowering shells finally stopped firing, and the infantry of the 204th and 205th Brigades, which were hidden on both sides, immediately rushed to Mang Gurtai's big tent as soon as the artillery stopped.

"Bang."

"Bang."

"Bang."

……

Dense bullets, to say killing, are more effective than flowering bullets.

In the big tent, the screams of people and horses are endless, and the soldiers don't care about them for the time being, and the Jurchen soldiers who have escaped from the fire and have not found horses for the time being are their targets.

In the face of sporadic Jurchen soldiers, the gunners did not need to fire a salvo at all, at any time, there was always a bullet left for the Jurchen soldiers outside the big tent, even the wounded soldiers who fell to the ground, they would also be replenished a few shots until the wounded soldiers stopped moving and were thrown into the fire.

The infantry of the 204th and 205th Brigades, respectively, searched north and south along the Great Horde, and they soon met on the east side of the Great Horde.

The soldiers did not make any celebratory movements, they continued to move forward, expanding the search area.

The gunfire became more and more sparse, and the Jurchen soldiers encountered became fewer and fewer, and a few intelligent Jurchen soldiers, after escaping from the big tent, although they did not grab the war horses, had long been hidden in the boundless night.

The soldiers of the 204th and 205th Brigades met again to the west of the Great Horde.

The burning tent burned the surrounding sky red, and the flames were higher than the walls of Quang Ninh City.

The infantry of the 204th and 205th Brigades searched the surroundings again by the light of the fire, and there were no Jurchen soldiers outside the big tent, and they either got on their horses and followed Mang Gurtai away, or they were killed by the Ming army, and their bodies were thrown into the fire and cremated.

Even the burning tent could not hear the screams.

Du Wenhuan was still a little worried about Mang Gurtai's rear army, which was thousands of cavalry. Although the Ming army's rangers have not raised the alarm so far, it is the territory of the Jurchens, and it is not impossible if all the rangers are exterminated by the Jurchens.

In the face of danger, he decided to take it as soon as he saw it: "Bring the artillery and go back to the city immediately." ”

It was only when it was almost dawn that the flames of the Mang Gurtai tent were slowly extinguished.

Mang Gurtai, who was far away in Xiping Fort, didn't care about his big tent at all, he drank mare's milk wine while constantly waving his horse whip: "This Ming army, why don't you have eyes in Changshengtian?" ”

No one dared to enter his barracks except his own soldiers.

The people who entered his barracks were all regarded by him as Ming soldiers, and they were all whipped by him.

"Lord Belle, five more soldiers have returned." A soldier flashed in and fell to his knees in front of Mang Gultai's whip.

"Coming back? Good. Mang Gurtai poured another large sip of mare's milk wine into his mouth, "How many soldiers have returned?" ”

"Lord Belle, plus the five soldiers just now, a total of eight hundred and thirty-two people have returned."

"It's only more than eight hundred? How many soldiers are there on the road? Mang Gurtai's right hand holding the wine bag stopped in the air, and his eyes became empty.

The soldiers are about to cry, the once invincible Sanbeile is now like a little daughter-in-law who has been bullied, he can't bear to hurt Gurtai anymore, but he still shook his head: "Lord Belle, the sky is already dawn, and the soldiers who should come back have returned......"