The battle almost exhausted the elite strength of the defenders of the East Gate, and when the number of people was counted in the evening, He Shixian painfully found that the casualties of the Ming army today exceeded 500, a huge number that was terrifying. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info victory needs to be celebrated, but if the siege continues, it won't be long before Fushun will be left without a fight.

After arranging the treatment of the wounded, He Shixian rechecked the defense at the city gate. Standing on the ruins inside the gate hole, you need to step carefully, and there is rubble everywhere, making it almost impossible to get your footing. The corpses had been cleaned up, and Shen Jia deliberately left a large amount of rubble and masonry to slow down the efficiency of the attack. On the basis of the old door, the people are erecting and installing simple wooden doors, ready to resist the harassment of the Tartars at night.

The lightly wounded Ming soldiers rested on the spot near the city gate after a simple bandage. The Ming army, which had fought for a day, was extremely tired, and most of them fell asleep, snoring intensively one after another. The militia walked lightly and quietly cleaned up the battlefield.

Xiao Ji came, along with Chen Ce, who had just recovered from a serious illness, and the two of them looked around solemnly. Chen Ce walked straight up to the city wall and overlooked the Tartar camp in the distance. The Tartar camp was lit up with lights, dense layers, Chen Ce frowned, it seemed that the Tartars were going to prepare for a night battle.

Chen Ce sighed slightly, the originally planned plan to encircle Wei and save Zhao missed the opportunity because he couldn't afford to be ill. Shenyang lost its mobile forces, and the strategy that echoed each other from afar failed completely, and Fushun could only rely on its own strength to hold on. Although Chen Ce firmly believes that Yuan Yingtai will not sit idly by, Yuan Yingtai does not have many people left, and it is difficult to predict whether he can take care of the overall situation.

"General soldier He, hand over the city wall to me tonight, the Zhejiang soldiers have rested for a few days, and the big knife should be unsheathed to see blood, you rest early tonight, and the old man will personally sit at the east gate to command."

"Master Chen, you are old, let's let our juniors come to this matter of staying up late, if you do this, if someone spreads it, there will be nowhere to put my face."

"Okay, you He Shixian, do you dislike me for being old?"

Chen Ce pretended to be angry and stared at He Shixian, who was a little hairy by the old fox. He Shixian was straightforward, not Chen Ce's opponent in words, and not long after, he was forced by Chen Ce to obediently hand over the command of the East Gate.

Chen Ce, who got the command, said: "You said you, don't give it to me early, you have to toss back and forth, okay, take your people to rest early, it's none of your business here tonight." ”

Xiao Ji was inspecting near the city gate, and Xiao Ji was extremely surprised by the shocking destruction in the doorway. Xiao Ji has been in the military department for many years, and he knows that the explosion caused by black powder is limited, and it takes several barrels of black powder to blow up the city gate hole like this. Xiao Ji heard the rumors, and he knew that He Shixian had a black ball in his hand, and the explosion was huge. Chen Ce and You Shigong also have it, and these things are all related to Shen Jia.

Xiao Ji was full of curiosity about Shen Jia, whose background was unknown, and he knew that Shen Jia was defending here today, but he couldn't find anyone.

Seeing He Shixian coming down from the city wall, Xiao Ji asked lightly: "General He, I heard that Shen Shou is here today to defend against the enemy, why don't you see his figure?" ”

He Shixian glanced at Xiao Ji, his mouth crooked, and pointed to the sleeping soldier at the root of the city wall not far away: "He is sleeping there, you can find it yourself." ”

"When is this coming, Shen Shoubei still has the heart to sleep, don't you treat the battlefield as your own hot kang?"

Xiao Ji's old mistake has been committed again, and in the court, the preconceived suspicions and suspicions make the six departments have a lot of fun in the political struggle. Xiao Ji has been an official in Beijing for many years, and this simple and effective method has had a profound impact on him. Constantly picking thorns, creating trouble and getting to the bottom of things, and then using morality and so-called "justice" to constantly torture each other, will make most people difficult to argue and lose their way. It's just that Xiao Ji didn't realize that this set of methods used in the court is difficult to gain a foothold in the army.

He Shixian said coldly: "Shen Jia and I have been fighting here all day, he is just a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy, fighting to the death with us, what else do you want him to do?" If you are dissatisfied, go and wake him up yourself, argue with him face to face, and don't pretend to be garlic in front of Lao Tzu, Lao Tzu is tired, you have to rest! ”

He Shixian almost roared and finished the last few words. Ming Jun, who was woken up, watched the two supervisors argue in amazement, and after they figured out the reason, everyone's eyes were full of dissatisfaction.

Fighting from morning to dusk, not to mention Shen Jia, it was the auxiliaries and militia who came up at those critical moments, which also moved the soldiers in distress. From a certain point of view, it was the determination and perseverance of the Ming army that defeated the Tartars who repeatedly charged. And this kind of friendship forged in battle is something that ordinary people cannot experience. Xiao Ji didn't understand, his seemingly ordinary words were squeezed, but they instantly aroused the indignation of the Ming army.

There was silence all around, and the Ming army woke up one after another, their faces were indifferent, and they stared directly at Xiao Tongzhi. Xiao Ji looked around, he suddenly felt a faint killing intent, and cold sweat flowed down his back. Xiao Ji didn't say anything, he turned around slowly, moved his steps stiffly, and left without saying a word under the cold gaze of the Ming army.

Shen Jia's neurological deafness finally recovered, but there was still a trace of tinnitus in his ears. Shen Jia has heard from the artillerymen, this phenomenon is normal, and it is estimated that it will be fine in a few days.

"Uncle He, you said this Lord Xiao, I really can't guess him, a few days ago he also sold me the confiscated saltpeter, I thought everyone had no mustard and the relationship eased, but it has only been two days, why did he make the same mistake again?"

He Shixian sighed, looked at the distance and whispered: "Boy, you will meet a lot of people like Lord Xiao in the future, they call you brothers and sisters when they are good, but when they turn their faces, they are all masters who eat people and do not spit out bones, you must not be deceived by temporary appearances." They are all top-notch, standing out from hundreds of thousands of candidates in Shenzhou, if you want to say stupid or stupid, there is really nothing. So when dealing with them, you have to be more attentive and you have to be careful. ”

"Okay, I remember, Uncle He."

He Shixian took off his helmet and bathed his head in the twilight, he took a deep breath and said to Shen Jia: "Let's go, let's go to the south gate to find Brother You, and discuss together, you don't have to stay here tonight, take your men back to the south gate." ”

Soon, Shen Jia followed He Shixian to the south gate. When You Shigong heard the two of them coming, he hurriedly greeted them and said, "Dashuai, I heard that the battle at the East Gate is extremely fierce today, why do you have time to come to the South Gate?" ”

"Master Chen said that he would defend the east gate for me tonight, I took the time to come and see you, I am tired, let's find a place to sit down and talk."

At about seven o'clock in the evening, after the Tartars had regrouped, they launched another attack on the east gate. The Tartars learned this time, and while attacking the doorway, they sent men to clear the rubble and rubble, trying to clear the way for the attacking troops. The Tartar's intentions were quickly recognized by Chen Ce, who organized his men to shoot non-stop into the doorway. Chen Ce brought the characteristics of the Tiger Cannon to the extreme, causing great damage to the Tartars in the door hole.

In the battle for the city wall that occurred at the same time, Chen Ce organized crossbowmen to shoot and kill key backbones such as Tartar centurions, archers, and red flagpers. Chen Ce's strategy was very flexible, and in his spare time on defense, he also ordered the crossbowmen to snipe the opponent's attack with points. Chen Ce's strategy was implemented very well among the Zhejiang soldiers, coupled with the fierce hand-to-hand combat of the Zhejiang soldiers, the defense of the east gate was impenetrable for a while, and the Tartars wanted to cry without tears.

Not to be outdone, the Tartars launched three more attacks in succession. After throwing down four or five hundred corpses, the Tartars finally realized that the defensive strategy at night was not the same as during the day. At about eleven o'clock in the evening, both sides were exhausted, and the Tartars hastily cleaned up the battlefield and returned to the camp.

On the night of the fifth day of the fifth month of May, the first quarter moon is dim, and at nine o'clock in the evening, the moon quietly sets. It was pitch black all around, and I couldn't see my fingers. At midnight, the sky was overcast and the wind was getting stronger.

At one o'clock in the morning on the sixth day of the fifth month, near the city wall of the south gate, about 300 people, dressed in black, quietly slipped down the rope from the city wall. This is Shen Jia's carefully selected death squad in the new barracks. If it weren't for the fact that there were too many wounded soldiers, Shen Jia wouldn't even be able to refuse the registration of new recruits. Shen Jia was accompanied by two bodyguards. Before leaving, He Shixian grabbed Wei Liangyu's neck and repeatedly instructed that no matter whether he succeeded or failed, he must bring Shen Jia back safely. Wei Liangyu knew that the stakes were high, and nodded solemnly.

Shen Jia specially selected twenty marksmen from He Shixian's army, and Qu Xiaojia, who heard the news, also wanted to sign up, Shen Jia had no reason to refuse, so he had to let Qu Xiaojia go with him.

It is not easy to carry a weapon on your back, carrying a large number of grenades, explosives, and incendiary bombs, and slowly sliding down the wall. Half an hour later, the recruits gathered in the dark area in the corner. Wei Liangyu was puzzled by the empty gasoline barrel that Shen Jia insisted on carrying, this thing would make a sound if he didn't pay attention to it, and it was easy to expose his whereabouts, Wei Liangyu tried to throw it away many times. Shen Jia was resolute and refused to give in at all, and in desperation, Wei Liangyu had no choice but to let Gan Liang be personally responsible.

Reconnaissance for several days showed that between one or two a.m. and about four a.m. was the time when the Tartar defenses were at their laxest. Both sides were exhausted by the fierce and brutal fighting of the day, and the wandering cavalry of the Tartars had long since rested, and the surrounding area was dark and empty, except for the occasional whining of the wind.

God help me, I hope there won't be any demon moths. Shen Jia thought silently in his heart, when the moon was dark and the wind was high, when he was killing people and setting fires, he didn't expect that the first time he went out of the city to fight after crossing over, he would do such a big deed. Everyone tied straw under their feet, even wrapped a layer of iron, and everyone quietly went out of the south gate, went around in a big circle, and quietly touched the camp of the Tartars.

The spearhead and the marksman worked in groups of three, scattering far away. If you encounter a Tartar sentry ahead, you can deal with them in advance while it is dark.

The road went unexpectedly well, and an hour later, the group came to the vicinity of the Tartar camp and found a hidden fire ditch to lurk. Most of the camps were marching tents, and to confirm the approximate storage point of military rations, Shen Jia took the squad as a unit, and ordered each squad to bring a sharpshooter to quietly solve the sentries along the fence of the large camp, and at the same time find a hidden point to lurk.

Shen Jia deliberately bypassed the gate, he knew that the defense near the gate was tighter, and he had few people, so there was no need to hit the muzzle. Half an hour later, Shen Jia estimated that the teams should be ready, so he ordered to throw incendiary bombs into the camp. The explosion of the incendiary bomb in the dark night was extremely harsh, and soon the cries for help of the Tartars were heard. The Ming troops lurking around heard the signal to attack, and they quietly threw incendiary bombs and homemade grenades at their target. While throwing, the squads of the Ming army quickly moved their positions and slowly concentrated towards the location preset by Shen Jia.

The wind was strong, the sun was shining for several days, and the climate was extremely dry. The camp was mostly made of tents and wooden equipment, and soon the fire took advantage of the wind and swept madly towards the center of the camp. The fierce burning illuminated the camp as bright as day, and the Tartars became the live targets of the Ming army. The Ming army kept changing directions, leaving the Tartars at a loss. The Tartar had been awakened from his dream, his mind had not yet been wound, and the messy noise and constant explosions made it impossible for the commander of the battalion to judge the number and direction of the enemy.

Dai Shan and Mang Gultai had already woken up, wearing underwear, and tried to organize people to extinguish the fire from the grain depot, but the fire took advantage of the wind and burned violently, making it difficult for everyone to get close. The explosions in the distance, and the screams of the soldiers, made Mang Gultai look like an angry beast. He tried to rush over alone, but was pulled by Dai Shan.

"Eighth brother, the night is dark and the wind is high, don't be impulsive. I'll organize the men to put out the fire, and you will organize the forces to find those despicable sneak attackers, and you must cut them with a thousand cuts. ”

Mang Gurtai nodded, and without thinking about speaking, he turned his head and hurried towards the barracks.

The continuous hard fighting during the day made the Houjin soldiers extremely tired. Finally, when the battle at the East Gate was over, many people fell to the ground and slept. In desperation, Dai Shan had no choice but to send a cart to pull the tired warrior back to the camp many times. Dai Shan and Mang Gurtai looked at their tired men, believing that the Ming army was no better. As in previous days, Dai Shan did not deliberately add a night sentry. As a result, a moment of negligence led to the success of the Ming army's sneak attack.

The damage caused by the explosion was limited in the barracks, but tonight the wind was strong, and the area of the fire in the barracks was very large, and it soon burned to the stables. The horses were frightened and broke free from the burned reins, and soon the horses in the camp roared past and trampled in all directions, causing great damage to the big building.

When Mang Gurtai arrived at the barracks, he found that there were galloping horses everywhere. A large number of war horses caught fire with their tails, even burning to the horse's mane, and the frightened war horses were no longer under human control. The horses galloped around the camp like madness, the soldiers hid in all directions, and countless people were trampled to death or wounded. Enraged, Gurtai tried to call out to the soldiers, but the soldiers fled for their lives, and no one paid any attention to him. Mang Gurtai looked at this scene blankly, seeing that the entire camp was in flames, and dragged Mang Gurtai left and right to retreat to the gate of the camp.

A large number of Houjin soldiers, as well as frightened war horses, flocked to the camp gate. Behind was a raging fire, biting at the frightened horses, and at the front, a dense crowd, all rushing to the gate.