"Line up the formation, prepare to meet the enemy...", Zeng milled a steady expression, and began to arrange calmly, "You hurry up to the front to arrange the tripping rope, trap the horse pit, be careful not to put horse nails, thistles or something, so as not to hurt your own people... Crossbowmen, go to the woods on both sides and prepare for an ambush..."

"It's bad, it's not easy for us to defend at night...", Peng Yue sighed anxiously, "You go and pull those two cannons over in case of emergency..."

"You team, go to that clearing and sprinkle thistles and thistles...", Zeng Mo ordered with a frown. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

In the distance, there was a dazzling open flame, which was very obvious in the darkness.

Peng Yue suddenly understood Zeng Miao's intentions, he first set up an ambush in that place, and then used that open flame to attract Tartar soldiers to attack, it was indeed a good strategy, and it was really a famous general's work to defend and attack in a short time. But didn't that group of soldiers become victims?

The speed of the Tartar attack was really fast, and in a short time they ran to the open flame, and with them came a fierce rain of arrows. Although the soldiers who attracted the enemy at the open flame had already laid an ambush, some of them could not dodge it and became the ghosts of grievances.

Just when the Tartars were about to fire their bows and arrows again, they first let out a series of heart-rending screams, and it turned out that they had already entered an ambush circle.

Under the effect of the tripping horse, the cavalry in front of them overturned in a hurry. The one behind didn't have time to rein in the horse, so they hit it straight up, and the offensive formation suddenly became a mess. And the Tartar soldiers who fell off their horses had a close contact with the dense thistles and iron thistles on the ground, and the screams were endless.

With a whistle, a dense rain of arrows burst out in the night. The already chaotic Tartar team was completely blindfolded by this unexpected ambush, and had to flee for their lives quickly.

"Don't chase it. Beware of being injured by sharp objects on the ground. Zeng Mian reminded loudly in the back.

"Lord Zeng. What now? Peng Yue stood aside, still a little apprehensive.

"It's okay...", Zeng Mian breathed a sigh of relief, "This is just the vanguard of the Tartars, they are just here to inquire about the situation." After the last defeat, they did not dare to act rashly, so they sent a cavalry over first to see if we were prepared for it. Now that this force has been ambushed, their large army will not rush over. ”

"But can't they think we're on temporary defense?" , Peng Yue frowned, "You must know that if we succeed in the ambush, we will definitely not think that there will be a sneak attack after the sneak attack, so we should have an ambush after the ambush, so as to ensure that nothing goes wrong..."

"If Tartar had a mind like Master Peng, he wouldn't have fallen to this point today...", Zeng Mian laughed embarrassedly. However, Master Peng's concerns are not unreasonable, and it is better for us to be cautious. ”

So Zeng Mo hurriedly ordered the troops to set up ambushes around them, and strengthen patrols and night watches. The rest of the people went to sleep with some trepidation.

Peng Yue lay in the tent, tossing and turning, unable to sleep. Since coming to the northwest, he has experienced many wars, large and small. Peng Yue felt that his heart was already a little numb, and he really understood how fragile life was on the battlefield.

But today, Zeng Mill set up an ambush. Attract enemy troops, knowing that there is danger there. But they still had to put a whole bunch of soldiers there, even though the soldiers knew that it was a place of death.

Peng Yue suddenly felt that he was a little hypocritical, if those soldiers died in the formal battle between the two armies, they might not be able to make any waves in his heart at all. But now that they have lost their lives as a victim, they sigh here. Perhaps deep down, he is not lamenting their lost lives, but just looking for an excuse for his conscience to be reassured.

"War, there will always be death...", yes, war, there will always be death... Perhaps tonight, all the soldiers, like themselves, will not be able to have a good dream.

After a sleepless night, as soon as he was tired, Peng Yue was awakened by the news that the Tartars had also set up their own camp not far from the camp.

"How's that okay?" , Peng Yue sighed a little helplessly, "I thought I was about to arrive at Maliang Mountain and was about to seize the pass, but they set up camp. ”

"To be precise, they set up two camps...", Zeng Mian sighed quietly.

"They set up a camp at the foot of Maliang Mountain in advance, ready to hold that place to prevent us from attacking, they also know that place is important, there is a man who is in danger of not opening it, it is already very difficult to pull out that camp, but I didn't expect to set up another camp in front of us now...", Zeng Mill's tone was full of helplessness.

"Can the camp in front of us be opened with artillery?" , Peng Yue asked anxiously.

"They should have prepared in advance, Anza's camp is not too far from us, but... These artillery pieces will definitely not be able to hit them. Zeng Mian slapped the ground hatefully, "I really regret not bringing our large artillery here!" ”

"It seems that their precautions are quite sufficient this time...", Peng Yue smiled a little helplessly, "It should be that the soldiers who escaped in the last battle told them the approximate range of the artillery, so they only took precautions when they set up camp." ”

"They also know the importance of the Hetao, that's why they defend it like this...", Zeng Mo sighed and said, "Originally, I thought that after the last battle, they should not organize such an effective defense in a short period of time, but I didn't expect them to move quite quickly." ”

"This time, I promised to lead the army to come in person...", Peng Yue looked calmly into the distance, "It seems that there will be another fierce battle..."

"It seems that recovering the Hetao is much more difficult than imagined...", Zeng Milled his fists, and his eyes revealed a cold murderous aura.

"But it doesn't matter, although our artillery can't cover their camp here, but what if we push forward?" Peng Yue said with a smile, "In real combat, we can take the opportunity to bomb their camp." ”

"Lord Peng, I'm afraid these small artillery pieces have to be pushed very close to their camp in order to carry out accurate strikes, right?" Zeng Mo smiled a little helplessly.

Peng Yue looked at Zeng Mo embarrassedly, didn't speak, just nodded, and counted as a response.

"Actually, our idea is not wrong, fighting with the Mongols, their mobility is too strong, and they don't build cities, bringing that kind of large artillery is naturally useless, long in siege, clumsy in field battles. And it's not easy to transport, if it's snatched away by the Tartars during the battle, it's even worse...", Zeng Mo seemed to be comforting Peng Yue, as if he was also comforting himself.

Only then did Peng Yue understand that in the era of cold weapons, the role of firearms was minimal, especially since his own firearms were not clever, and they were not epoch-making products. The pinnacle of technology is the giant artillery in the Datong Guard War, but there are also many flaws, and the range and power are not much better than the Hongyi cannon at the end of the Ming Dynasty, at most it is a top product of ancient artillery.

"Don't be busy fighting these days, let's delay a bit..."Zeng Mian Yi said, "We don't have much food and grass..." )