The arrival of the wind and snow not only made the losing side of the previous battle suffer, but also prevented Min Min from continuing to enter the side wall south. Unlike the Houjin pursuers, the Mongol camps had a large number of livestock, baggage, and women of old and weak, which allowed them to have sufficient supplies and greatly reduced the speed of their new army. However, the recent victory greatly boosted the morale of everyone in the camp, and the children brandished sticks and played a game of war between the tents: one side was Mongol, the other was Jurchen, and of course all the children competed to play the role of the Mongols, especially the Iron Knights, who were the focus of attention, and only the strongest and bravest children could play this role.

But Durbert was less optimistic, as the actual commander of the previous victory, he was well aware of his own weakness - his army of more than 1,000 was too small compared to the tens of thousands of women, children, old and weak. Yes, the remaining forces of the Jurchens are only so much, but Hauge does not have such a big burden to carry, not to mention the safety of Min Min Beji, Durbot knows that this is the only bridge that maintains Liu Cheng and the Jungger people, which is related to the future of the Jungger people, and he prays to all the gods he knows that the opponent will retreat in the face of difficulties, so that he can safely escort these people and Min Min Beji to retreat into the side wall. It was as if the heavens had heard his prayer, and the snow was falling heavier and heavier, as if to shroud everything underneath.

"Remember, every one of you, that the only way to cleanse your shame is blood, your own or your enemies'!" Hauge's voice wasn't loud, but it was loud enough for everyone to hear. Acton clenched his fists, the hard hilt of his sword aching in his palm, and images flashed before his eyes: the night attack was the fireballs thrown at him, the flash of the sun shining on the enemy's iron armor, the flying snow as he fled, and finally the blood splattered on the snow by the executed escapee, the blood stains were red, like flying flames, burning the bottom of his eyes.

"Your mission this time is to attack the front of the enemy's camp, and I will not deceive you: in this battle you are only making a feint to draw the enemy's attention to your side, while I will lead the white armor soldiers to charge into the enemy camp from the other direction and set fire to the camp. But the key to victory depends on whether you can draw the attention of the enemy, we know that the Mongols have very powerful firearms, and ironclad cavalry, it is difficult to defeat them on flat ground, but as long as you rush into the camp and cause chaos, firearms and ironclad cavalry will not help them. ”

After finishing speaking, Hauge's gaze swept over everyone's faces, and saw that everyone's gaze revealed the calmness of having a will to die, and he nodded with satisfaction: "Very good, with the heart of death, there is the will to survive!" Let's go, the fourth watch will attack. ”

It was dark outside the camp, and the sentry stood on the rampart of the vehicle, his breath frosted in the cold wind, and the whole person was curled up in a ball, and the flag above his head was hunted by the night wind, which made him feel even colder. He took a skin bag from his bosom and brought it to his lips to take a sip, a pungent liquid rushing into his throat, causing him to cough violently.

"You're drinking!" A voice came from below, and the sentry was startled, and he hurriedly stood up and picked up the spear that had been set aside. Dulbert stood behind the wheel, followed by a group of pro-soldiers, who were looking at him coldly.

"Yes, sir!" The sentry explained with difficulty: "Just take a sip, it's too cold!" ”

"Hmm!" Dulbert jumped into the cart and took the horn from the sentry's chest: "You can go down and have a drink, and I'll stand guard for you!" ”

"Your Excellency!" The sentry's face turned pale at once, and he immediately fell to his knees and pleaded in a trembling voice: "Spare me, please spare me!" ”

"Get up!" Durbert's voice was still not loud: "Behind you are your parents, family and children, the Jurchens may attack at any time, but you are drinking when you are on guard, I have to stand guard for you!" ”

"Your Excellency!" The sentry's face was no longer fear, but remorse, and he lowered his head in pain, not daring to face Durbert's gaze, when suddenly he felt a hard object in his hand, and when he looked up, it was his own horn, and his throat choked.

"Lord Dulbert!"

"Hold your post, for yourself, and for your family!"

Acton bent over, staring at the protruding object on the fence of the camp not far away, which he could now determine was the sentry's head. He turned around and whispered to his companion behind him, "That sentry, can you shoot?" ”

The companion looked at the dark shadow and nodded silently. Acton smiled slightly: "Very good, then let's get started, remember, we are dead now!" ”

The sentry stood between the two stakes for a moment, feeling his legs tingle a little, and wondering if he was going to stomp his feet. Suddenly there was a soft sound in his ears, followed by a pain in his throat, and when he looked down, he found that an arrow had pierced his throat, and blood was gushing out of the wound, seeing that the arrow was thick and long, it was the heavy arrow unique to the long bow that the Jurchens liked to use, and he wanted to shout, but the sound was not much louder than that of a mosquito, and the arrow had already scratched his vocal cords. The sound of a hurried climb outside the camp sounded in his ears, and it was evident that the enemy's night raiders were hurrying up, and the sentry, knowing that his time was running out, covered his wound with one hand, and with the other he trembled and brought the horn close to his mouth, and blew with the last bit of strength.

Woo! Woo! Woo -

The sound of a trumpet pierced the night sky, and Dulbert stopped, seeing fear in the eyes of his own soldiers.

"Where did the horn come from?"

"It seems to be from the other side just now!" The leader replied in an uncertain tone, when the horn sounded again, and then it stopped abruptly, as if it had been cut off with a knife, and there was no doubt about it. Dulbert drew his sword and shouted, "You go and beat the drums, and the rest of the people come with me!" ”

In the gap, Acton wiped the blade of the knife on the sole of his shoe and inserted the dagger into the sheath. The enemy, who had just blown the horn, lay on the ground, with a long wound in his throat, from which blood was pouring out, but there was a calm, or rather reassuring, smile on the face of the deceased. This annoyed Acton a little, and he thought that his companion's arrow had already sealed the enemy sentry.

"Hurry up, move quickly, this horn sound must have woken up the Mongolian barbarians, and someone will come soon!" Acton shouted loudly to his companion who had not yet climbed up in the snow, and he no longer had any scruples about waking up the enemy, the sound of the trumpet was enough to wake up the dead.

Even though Acton had already expected, but the Mongols arrived much faster than he expected, he just pulled a companion up the car wall, out of the corner of his eye, he saw a figure shaking not far away, subconsciously raised the shield to block, and then felt a shock in his left hand, which had been nailed with several feather arrows, the white-armored soldier who had just climbed up was not so lucky, in order to climb up he carried the shield on his back, an arrow hit the right eye, pierced the skull, and a miserable scream suddenly fell down. Acton knew that he could not hesitate at this time, so he roared and slew his shield at the enemy.

As his name suggests, Acton is not tall in stature, but very strong (Acton means strong in Manchu), with a burly trunk like oak, muscular arms, short and thick thighs, in order to make up for his height and the length of his arms, he is very fond of using spears, eight feet long, with a handle made of oak, smooth, thick and heavy, a two-foot long spear tip, a leaf-shaped spear head forged from fine iron, black and bright, good maintenance and grinding make it sharp enough to be used for shaving, At the end of the hilt of the spear was a round ball made of lead, which served both as a counterweight and as a blunt instrument for blowing. Acton's stout body was dressed in a helmet, shin guards, breastplate, arm guards, and skirt armor, and the whole person looked like a moving fortress. He crouched down slightly, and as the first enemy swung his sword, he slid forward, slammed his shield into the man's knee, knocking him down, and stabbed him in the throat. Acton is well aware that there is a big no-no for a gunman on the battlefield, and that is to use too much force. The rookies who are new to the battlefield always want to use all the strength to eat milk when they are assassinated, but once they are pierced, they can't put away their guns, and once the enemy gets close, they will lose nine out of ten lives; Even if you are lucky enough to be stabbed, it is often because the stab is too deep, and the tip of the spear is stuck in the bone and cannot be pulled out, and it is killed by the second enemy. Acton remembers how when he was a new soldier and how the veteran showed him how to stab with a tip, how to block with a spear, how to take a person's life. After a few clean demonstrations, the veteran used the end of his spear to tap Acton's throat and stomach: "Stomach and throat are the preferred targets, and here it is!" He smacked his heart with his fist: "This is the heart, as long as you stab him, you can send him to the west immediately, but it's better not to choose here, because there are too many ribs, you will jam the spear, and then stupidly be killed by the next guy." The stomach is good, soft and boneless, and although it doesn't die immediately after being stabbed, I haven't heard of anyone who can survive with their intestines flowing out. If any fool turns around at you and turns his back to you, don't be in a daze, immediately stab him in the waist and that idiot will squirt out all the shit! ”

A look of surprise appeared on Durbot's face, the number of night raiders was only about two-thirds of his own soldiers, but it was still the Mongols who were retreating, and he could see more and more Jurchens crossing Checheng to join the attackers. The Jurchens proved that their repeated victories over the Ming and Mongols were no fluke, and they lined up side by side in dense formations, cutting down Dulbert's own soldiers one by one. Especially the warrior with the shield and spear at the front, there were already four people who fell under his spear. He carelessly shielded himself with his shield, wielding his weapon like a farmer harvesting his own crops.

"It's a good thing I didn't give them a chance to play last night!" Dulbert said to himself, at this time reinforcements arrived, it was a group of improvised archers, many of them were half-grown children, white-haired old men, and even sturdy women, and it was not easy to find someone among the Mongols who could not shoot arrows anyway. Durbert looked back, made a gesture for everyone to wind up, and then gave the signal to shoot. The archers pointed their arrows diagonally upwards, pulled the bowstring to their earlobes, and then relaxed the bowstring, and the arrow hissed out of the string, rose to the highest point, and then turned around, and a moment later there was a scream outside the camp. Durbert waved his hand in satisfaction and motioned for the archers to continue shooting.

"Raise your shield above your head!" Acton turned back and shouted outside the camp, "Here comes the barbarian archers!" His reckless act nearly cost him his life, and the enemy on the opposite side smashed the bones on his helmet, but fortunately the blacksmith's skill was good enough to block the blow, but it still made him dizzy, and he stumbled and almost fell to the ground. If it weren't for one of his companions who dragged him into the shield wall, I'm afraid he would have been chopped into meat sauce by the Mongols.

Acton sat on the ground, and it took him a moment to recover, he took off his helmet and reached for it, and there was slippery liquid everywhere his fingertips touched. He groped around the ground, tore a corner from a corpse's clothes, bandaged it casually, and stood up again. Big Baylor was right, only blood could wash away the shame, either the enemy's or his own, Acton gritted his teeth and threw himself into battle, his muscles stiffening and his vision blurred as time passed, but Acton still stood in the ranks, brandishing his oak spear and round shield. A flash of fire caught his attention, and he raised his shield and turned his head to see that on the other side of the camp, the flames were rising, and in a few moments they were spreading in a large area.

"Big Baylor has come in, and my efforts have not been in vain!" Acton's blood was almost boiling, and he roared, struggling to use his shield to open the enemy's sword, and stabbed his opponent's stomach with his spear, twisting it hard, and pulling it out. The hapless man knelt on the ground with a contorted face, dropping his weapon to cover the wound in his abdomen, trying to prevent his intestines from coming out of the wound. Acton slammed the hilt of his gun, and the lead ball at the end slammed into his opponent's face, sending it to a bloody blur.

Palace Tent.

"Gunner, come forward, let go!" Under the officer's order, dozens of bird-bearers lined up in a line, aimed at the rider not far away and pulled the trigger, and with the sound of the gun, the rider shook a few times and fell to the ground.

"Quick, get the box out and plug the gap!" Minmin, dressed in iron armor, loudly ordered the slave girls and servants to move out all kinds of cages, blocking the gaps between the vehicles outside the palace tent to form a simple fortification. It turned out that when Dulbert went to the night attack below the Jurchens, I don't know how a group of Jurchens touched Min Min's palace tent and launched a surprise attack. In a panic, Min Min had no choice but to order the gunners to circle several large carts next to the palace tent as the fortifications of the gunners. (To be continued.) )