As soon as the surroundings were quiet, there was a sudden "bang", and the main entrance of a barracks was violently slammed open, and three Mongolian soldiers armed with scimitars rushed out of the barracks.

"Ah...... Hey...... Yes...... Hey......" They let out muffled shouts as they walked forward as they slashed the air with their scimitars and pointed at the Ming army in the darkness.

"What happened to the Mongols?" The third son asked Lao Liang beside him in a low voice.

"They can't hold it anymore, the Mongols are crazy." Lao Liang kept a close eye on the three Mongols.

"They can't hold on? They stayed in warm barracks, and it was not cold. The third son was puzzled.

"Boy, you're not them, you don't understand their predicament at the moment." Lao Liang felt that Sanzi was stupid and cute, if he had a third hand, he would definitely touch Sanzi's head, "They are not cold, but they have no food, no drink, no hope, once they show their heads, they will become the target of the flintlock pistol, even if they don't show their heads, they will become targets tomorrow." ”

The third son shrank his neck, and then he realized his naivety.

The three Mongol soldiers slashed the air as they walked, but the air was not forced, and they soon felt powerless, when they saw the torches burning in front of them.

The three of them cheered, dragged their scimitars behind them, and quickly rushed towards the torches in front of them.

A Mongol soldier rushed to the front, ready to slash, estimating that if he fought hard, he would be able to cut at least five torches.

"Bang, bang, bang......"

The bullets of the flintlock pistol, intertwined in front of the Mongols, formed a dense network of fire, and ruthlessly burrowed into the Mongols' bodies.

The three Mongol soldiers froze and stopped completely.

The Mongol soldier at the front, who had been shot the most, had been beaten into a hornet's nest in the chest, and blood was pouring out of the bullet holes and converging on the outside of the leather armor.

He didn't have time to examine his wounds, and twenty paces from the torch he leaned and fell to his left.

The two Mongol soldiers who followed him only glanced at the torches in front of them, and they also fell into the cold wind in the middle of the night.

"Three stupid ※!" Miko cursed.

"Third son, the Mongols are crazy, quickly reload your ammunition to prevent them from breaking through." Lao Liang looked nervously at the door of the Mongol barracks while loading ammunition.

There were no Mongols at the door of the barracks, and they did not break through for the time being.

I don't know when, there was the sound of hurried footsteps behind them.

Three sons and one tight: "Lao Liang ......"

Lao Liang listened carefully: "It should be our people, they are here to replace us, we can go back and rest." ”

Miko turned his head to look back, and he couldn't see anything in the darkness.

But their familiar voice came from the darkness on the right: "Everyone, pay attention, it's time to change guards, bring your own things and prepare to go back." ”

The third son smiled: "I can finally go back, this abominable gale......"

Lao Liang was silent, he quickly packed up his equipment, and there was some loss in his eyes: the Mongols were so bold, and there were only a few people who walked out of the barracks.

When Zichou handed over, it was the most sleepy and tired time for people.

In the Mongolian barracks, in the middle of the left-hand position, in a large barracks, there were suddenly several horse sounds, and the Ming soldiers who had just changed their guards were shocked: How could there be horses barking in the middle of the night? What are the Mongols going to do?

The main entrance of the barracks slammed open, and Mongolian horses poured out of the barracks like a tidal wave.

Behind the hundred and ten war horses, the Mongol soldiers followed.

"The Mongols are about to break through."

The commander in front of the Ming army was the regiment commander Lin Xiao, who had just taken over the defense not long ago, when the Mongols broke through, and no one could see his face clearly in the dark, and he didn't know whether he was annoyed or excited.

The Mongol horses were already approaching the range of the flintlock muskets.

Lin Xiao stared at the Mongols' war horses: The Mongols followed behind the war horses, was this to use horses to impact the Ming army's position?

Regardless of whether it is a man or a horse, what enters the range of the flintlock pistol is the target of the flintlock pistol.

Lin Xiao snorted in a low voice: "The first row of gunners, shoot, target war horses." ”

"Bang."

"Bang."

"Bang."

……

The flintlock pistol rang out, and the more than 20 war horses that rushed to the front fell in response, and the more than 10 war horses that followed them were also shot.

As long as the bullet of the flintlock pistol does not hit the vital part, the war horse will not fall for a while, but the injured war horse will not only look up to the sky and scream, but the pace is also messy, some to the left, some to the right.

The war horses behind were blocked by these dead and injured horses, and the speed of the impact slowed down significantly.

The Mongols adjusted the formation of their horses, and then hid behind them and drove them, apparently using them as shields.

"Keep shooting, the target is still the war horse."

The gunners finished a wave of shooting, and dozens of horses fell to the ground, and as long as the fallen horses were not dead, they would scream a few times, which sounded particularly terrifying in the night.

The Mongol soldiers saw that the war horse was seriously wounded, so they no longer hid behind the war horse, and the Mongols led by the Mongols grabbed a war horse casually and flew up.

The last thirty or so war horses, carrying the same number of Mongol soldiers, did not slow down at all, and they rushed directly to the gun array of the Ming army.

"The Mongols are going to break through, keep shooting."

"Bang."

"Bang."

"Bang."

……

When it was the turn of the third row of gunners to shoot, more than 30 Mongolian soldiers had all fallen from their horses, either they were shot and fell directly from their horses, or they were shot from their horses and threw them off, or they were shot and fell together.

The dead were gone, and the wounded Mongol soldiers were crawling, rolling, and screaming on the ground, and the night was quite terrifying.

The Ming soldiers did not have time to listen to these voices.

The soldiers who had just fired were quickly reloading their ammunition, and the soldiers who did not need to reload their ammunition directly ignored the wounded soldiers, and they kept their eyes on the Mongolian soldiers behind them, the Mongolian soldiers were still out of range of the flintlock pistols, and the gunners had nothing to do with them.

The Mongol soldiers, who no longer had horses, were grouped together and stopped their advance for a moment, and the torches not far away shone on their side faces, which were bright or dark, and looked more and more gloomy.

They no longer had the courage to break through, and dozens of Mongol soldiers stood in the light of torches for a while, and without looking at the dead horses and wounded soldiers on the ground, they returned to the barracks with their heads down.

The gunners of the Ming army then moved their eyes to the wounded soldiers on the ground, and the wounded soldiers who could shake and stand up would be reinforced, and the soldiers who did not stand, the muzzles of the guns were adjusted to the ground, and the Mongolian soldiers who could crawl and even move would also be reinforced, which was regarded as practicing marksmanship.

The sporadic gunfire finally stopped completely, and the outside of the barracks fell silent again.

At dawn, several barracks for Mongol soldiers suddenly opened.

"Squeak, squeak......"

This time, the Mongols did not sneak around, they swaggered out of the main gate.

Lin Xiao couldn't figure it out: "What is this Mongolian going to do?" They don't have any horses anymore, can they still fly away? ”

A Mongol soldier at the forefront, with a white cloth wrapped around his right hand, perhaps a shirt, desperately waved the white cloth in his right hand at the Ming army as he walked.

"Tuanza, what are the Mongols going to do? Could it be that a piece of white cloth could be exchanged for their lives? ”

Lin Xiao understood a little: "The Mongols may be about to surrender." ”

The Mongolian soldiers on the opposite side seemed to hear Lin Xiao's words, they untied the curved bows and quivers behind them one by one, weighed them in their hands for a while, and finally threw them to the ground, untied the scimitar from their waists, and threw it together with the scabbard.

Dozens of people's bows and arrows and scimitars were piled up on the ground into a small mountain.

Lin Xiao really wanted to ask them whether they were going to surrender or if the Mongols had any rituals before they died.

However, when I asked all the Ming soldiers, none of them knew Mongolian, and the Mongols on the other side didn't seem to know Chinese.

"Everyone keep a close watch, don't shoot lightly."

The Mongol soldiers all drooped their heads, their eyes were empty, and they no longer had contempt for the Han Chinese, and one by one they raised their hands and walked towards the torches in front of the Ming army.

Lin Xiao pointed out the four soldiers: "Go up and tie them up and see how they react." ”

Four soldiers, in groups of two, slowly met the Mongol soldiers with ropes. Seeing that the Mongol soldiers did not want to make a move, they became bolder.

Wiping their shoulders and folding their arms, the two Mongol soldiers remained motionless, allowing the Ming soldiers to tie them up firmly.

"A few more people went up and tied them all up." Lin Xiao was already convinced that the Mongols had really surrendered.

Several more Ming soldiers, armed with ropes, went up to meet the Mongols.

The Mongolian soldiers were very cooperative, raising their hands and arms, and the Ming soldiers tied them up one by one.

Lin Xiao counted, there were a total of thirty-eight Mongolian soldiers, he didn't know if there were still Mongols hidden in the barracks, maybe these Mongols surrendered, and the Ming army withdrew, and there were still one or two important leaders hidden in the barracks, and it was possible to flee after the Ming army left.

Now that the sky is dark, and the light in the barracks is not good, he can't see anything clearly, so Lin Xiao had to take the thirty-eight Mongolian soldiers into custody first, and then sit and wait for dawn.

After dawn, the Ming army thoroughly searched all the barracks and found no one hiding in the barracks, which proved that the Mongols did not have as many fancy intestines as Lin Xiao.

Lin Xiao personally escorted the Mongol troops and went to Shen Shiqiang to return to him.

Shen Shiqiang had just gotten up and was washing his face on the board under the service of his own soldiers.

"Master!" Lin Xiao asked the others to wait outside, and he entered Shen Shiqiang's hall alone.

"It's not time to change the guard yet, Lin Tuanzuo is here so early, there must be some good news, right?" Shen Shiqiang wiped the warm water off his face and gave Lin Xiao a seat.

"Division, the Mongols have surrendered."

"Oh? It's been a long time since I've heard the news of the Mongols surrendering, so let's talk about how the Mongols surrendered. Shen Shiqiang threw down the towel, picked up the hot tea, and sat down on the main seat opposite Lin Xiao.

"Master, the war horses of the Mongols have been destroyed by us, and they have no way to escape." Lin Xiao recounted last night's experience in detail.

"Okay! The Mongols surrendered, and Quang Ninh finally returned to the Ming Dynasty in its entirety. Shen Shiqiang's fingers tapped lightly on the table, "Lin Xiao, let's go, let's go and report to the military seat together." ”