In the dark trench, the faint light of the torch could only illuminate the surrounding three feet of land, and Lee Seung-hwan walked slowly, the more he walked, the more frightened he felt!

The trench in front of him was full of forks, dense and really like a huge labyrinth, and no matter how he walked, he could not see the end; Judging from the marks on the walls of the earth on both sides of the trench, it has been dug for some time, at least for several months, for a thin layer of moss has grown in several places; Each fork is marked with white lime with eye-catching characters, but Lee Seung-hwan only knows part of it, such as the pattern "C3", and he doesn't know what the crooked symbol behind it means, of course, he understands that this is the mark of the Ming people, and with these marks, he will not get lost in this huge cobweb.

There are too many traces in the trench to prove Lee Seung-hwan's conjecture that the explosion was done by the Ming people through this cobweb.

The floor of the trench was full of footprints, and it seemed to be very "fresh", which had been stepped on in the past two days; Every few steps, there was a burnt torch on the wall, and the wall above the torch was blackened with smoke; The most suspicious thing is the pottery pipes on the ground, more than a foot long and the thickness of a thumb, scattered everywhere in the trenches, and Li Chenghuan can't figure out what these pottery pipes are used for even if he wants to break his head.

It wasn't until he found a place where the gun* had not exploded that he figured out the purpose of the clay pipes - they were used to wrap the leads!

From this lead, Li Chenghuan can clearly feel the carefulness and seriousness of the Ming people's work - the medicinal powder of chopsticks thickness is wrapped layer after layer with oiled paper, and then worn with a clay pipe to prevent waterproof and crushing; All of these seem to have been prepared in advance, assembled in the ground, and if the leads were not enough, they were connected with a short bamboo joint; The bamboo is filled with medicinal powder, the two ends are sealed with oiled paper, and the leads on both sides are inserted directly.

found the unburned fuse, but Lee Seung-hwan didn't see where the gunpowder it was about to detonate was, only that the lead was finally deeply inserted into the wall of the trench, could it be that the gunpowder was buried in the soil?

Lee Seung-hwan wanted to dig it out, but he was afraid of the torch in his hand - of course, he still knew a thing or two about gunpowder, so if he accidentally lit the fuse, he would not be blown to pieces?

After abandoning the excavation attempt, Lee Seung-hwan continued on his way, and his heart grew more and more admiration for these Mingren, especially the young leader with whom he had a relationship.

He didn't know how many men it took the Akito to dig these trenches, but he knew that it must have started a few months ago, and at that time, the conquest army was still on the side of the sea!

In other words, the seemingly powerful and powerful conquest army is doomed to fail before it has even set off! Li Chenghuan and tens of thousands of comrades who fought against the army actually lined up honestly and walked into the pit dug by the Ming people!

What kind of person could have such a careful mind and accurately judge the camp and assembly position of the expeditionary army a few months ago? Can there be such a delicate means to complete such a huge and complex underground project in just a few months? Can there be such a stoic way to cover up such a big thing cleanly and without revealing any traces?

Is this really the young leader who laughs with a mouthful of white teeth, who looks extremely innocent and unscrupulous?

Holding a torch and staggering forward, Lee Seung-hwan kept struggling with these questions in his mind, and before he knew it, he had come to a gradually sinking trench, and the pottery pipes on the ground were even denser.

Suddenly, his eyes lit up, and he saw a wide underground hall full of air death lanterns, and the mouths of a dozen or so fire guns and black holes were facing him.

Under the light, a young face looked at him closely, smiled, and a row of white teeth stood out.

Who else could it be if it wasn't the young leader?

On the ground at this moment, Chen Zhongyu took his cavalry company, and finally rushed into the Chinese army's big array.

He was taken aback by the scene in front of him—the infantry of the third battalion of three and five scattered in groups of five, chasing the lost Koreans, much faster than their four-legged ones!

"Bang bang!" "Boom!"

The sound of firecrackers and grenade explosions rang out from time to time—the infantrymen were given the simple order to open fire at the sight of the man with their weapons—and the defeat of the Koreans, who were already frightened birds, panicked even more, stumbling and turning and fleeing, and a rush of people towards the camp of Wollang Peak to the west was gradually taking shape.

Can the battle still be fought like this? Chen Zhong couldn't help but be a little dumbfounded; During the reorganization, he also memorized a complete infantry drill code in the recruit barracks, and the smallest combat clusters were all at the squad level, and he couldn't think of any drill code that stipulated that they could fight in groups of three or five -- you must know that the fire guns were almost not accurate, and the three or five guns could not form an effective barrage at all, and if the enemy came to charge in a group, all of them would have to be finished!

After careful observation, Chen Zhongyu finally understood the benefits of doing this: three or five people don't have to worry about the formation problem at all, and those large and small pits on the ground no longer pose obstacles; And the firecrackers are hardly used to hit people—just a stone's throw away, there is a small North Korean leader whose clothes have been blown to tatters, brandishing a long knife in his hand and shouting to deter the routs; Seeing that the rout soldiers hesitated and slowed down, a five-man squad of the third battalion noticed the situation and followed, and without saying a word, they raised their guns and fired; The lead pellet from thirty or forty zhang has long since flown to where it flew, but it did seem to be a great fright to the rout; After the gunshots, the routs quickened their pace, and even the little leader fled in a hurry.

"Hey! Second bastard, why did you get here now? ”

Chen Zhongyu was fascinated by it, and Shen Teng's triumphant cry came from his ears - the nonsense of the second son of the Chen family when he first entered the barracks had already spread the nickname "second bastard" throughout the army.

“…… The road is not easy to walk! After a moment's hesitation, Chen Zhong replied angrily.

"Aren't we going down this path?" Shen Teng saw that he was deflated, and the smile on his face was even worse, "What kind of formation are you still paying attention to at this time?" Hurry up and break up the troops, the North Koreans have no fighting spirit at all...... If you don't hurry up, we will all be arrested later, where will you go to drive the 'sheep'? After saying that, he pointed with his hand, Chen Zhongyu looked over and sure enough, the second battalion was busy stringing "gourds" - those Koreans who knelt on the ground and begged to surrender were tied with their hands tied behind their backs and dressed in a string, and the army of more than a dozen long captives looked magnificent.

"Listen to the order!" Chen Zhong didn't say much to read, took out the "Chen" character recognition flag on his back with his backhand, waved it vigorously, and ordered loudly.

"Three to five people form a group to pursue! The North Koreans must be completely dispersed! (To be continued.) )