The early summer dusk in the north is faintly cool, the wind gently blows through the outrageously vigorous fat grass, weeds and trees, bringing a rustling sound, and the occasional birdsong, through the west and a slight hint of yellow in the quiet sky, makes the gradually bright starry sky, as if it is also a little more vibrant.

Tens of thousands of bright red armor-clad Ming troops were silently stationed about five miles away from the Korean camp under the city of Shuozhou, and by the darkening sky, the North Korean camp that was cooking with little smoke did not even have a trace of vigilance, and did not find this army armed to the teeth and about to choose people to devour.

Wearing armor and holding the reins of his horse, Shi Heng, who was standing at the front of the team, raised his head to look at the sky, and gradually, the last trace of halo yellow disappeared below the horizon, and those stars became brighter and brighter, and the night sky in the wild seemed so low, and the bright stars twinkled uncertainly, as if tempting people to reach out and pick them. And occasionally, the floating clouds as thin as a veil float gently by, full of poetic beauty.

"It's a night like this, it's time to kill people and set fires." Just when Shi Heng fell into a semi-literate state in a trance, Cao Yi next to him came up with such a sentence very beautifully, which made Shi Heng feel like admiring a thousand-year-old scroll, and suddenly found that someone around him was actually picking his nose as disgusting.

Glaring at this guy, Shi Heng took a deep breath, turned his head, and looked at the soldiers behind him whose eyes were full of desire to make meritorious achievements. "Ladies and gentlemen, we are the soldiers of the Ming Dynasty, and under our feet, it is not the land of a foreign country, but the territory of my Ming Dynasty, for decades, North Korea has robbed and secretly seized a large area of my Ming Dynasty, and even more, it colluded with many tribes to launch an attack on the important town of Liaodong in my Ming Dynasty......"

"In the past few decades in my eastern Liaodong border town, more than one million people have been displaced, their families have been ruined, and some people have even been taken captive and enslaved by them, making cattle and horses for these alien races, and life is better than death......

"But today, I, Shi Heng, the general of Daming Zhenshuo, have come here at the behest of His Majesty the Emperor, and have come to this land that originally belonged to my Daming, and I will take you brave Ming soldiers with me......"

"Drive those alien races out of our homeland in China, and plant the banner of our Ming Empire on the heads of those conquered under our iron hooves, and today, this is only our first step......"

"Let our descendants always remember our glory, we are proud, brave, and fearless soldiers of the Ming Empire! Advance! With Shi Heng's last roar, with that Shi Heng's big hand waving down.

-------------------- three brightly colored fireworks burst under the bright clear sky. And on the Daming artillery position, about three miles southeast of the main position of the Ming army, Zhang Bao, a thousand households in the artillery battalion, saw the fireworks, turned around, and gave the order to fire at the dozens of gunners who were already ready and waiting for their military orders.

In an instant, the ten swarthy and hideous cannons suddenly fell back, and then a blazing white flame erupted from the muzzle of the cannon, followed by gunpowder smoke that seemed to be able to transform into demons.

This was followed by a series of thunderous roars, and another ten guns spewed out blazing white flames, and the interval between each ten guns was exactly ten fingers, no more, no less.

Eighty pieces of artillery roared alternately, and the shells drew graceful curves under the starry sky, and fell straight towards the Korean camp a few miles away...... Yu Bochang and the others, who were having dinner, also heard the sound of fireworks bursting like a thunderbolt in the clear sky, and then, the camp that was originally quiet for a while actually had a faint noise, Yu Bochang couldn't help but put down the dishes and chopsticks and walked out of the Chinese army's tent, without looking up, he already saw the fireworks that were blooming in the sky with dazzling colors.

"What's going on?" Yu Bochang stared at the brilliant fireworks, his heart tightened for no reason, and asked in a deep voice.

"Report to the general, the last general doesn't know, maybe those ordinary people put it. Hehe, now that we have 50,000 kings here, those ordinary people may be celebrating that our Korean kings have come to avenge the people of Yongzhou. A general next to him said disapprerovingly.

Another military general immediately retorted: "Why do these people in Shuozhou City who are much richer than the rural villagers not let go? Such a big ceremonial flower, the last general is also the first time to see it. ”

And at this moment, more than a dozen dense thunderbolts suddenly came from the southeast of the camp, which made these generals who were still about to argue look at the clear and bright starry sky with a stunned face.

"Cannons, it's cannons!" At this time, a certain general, who had been full of doubts on his face, suddenly roared loudly, and in those dozen roars and thunders, the piercing screams of cannonballs rubbing against the air as they flew in the sky dome came as expected...... Then, several flames burst out around the generals of these Korean armies, and the scorching flames suddenly rose, blowing people and things around them to collapse outward.

Before the North Korean soldiers, who were stunned by the first wave of shelling, could react, the second round of shelling landed as scheduled, and then the third and fourth rounds, each of which burst into flames and smoke in the North Korean camp.

At this time, the sound of the iron hooves of more than 30,000 cavalry, as well as the roar of the Ming Wansheng from the tens of thousands of Ming cavalry, roared like a tsunami, as if the sound of the cannon was also covered by this roar.

Five miles of road, it is not close, but for the cavalry, this is just a not too far assault distance, but these cavalrymen are frantically beating their horses and galloping forward while scolding their mothers vigorously in their hearts.

Because the power of those artillery shots is really shocking, and the artillery fire seems to never stop.

From the time they began to charge, and by the time they were only a mile away from the Korean camp, they could already see that the Korean camp was in flames, and the Korean soldiers had long since lost the slightest will to fight, and they all fled to the outside of the camp with tears and shouts.

This made the 30,000 Ming Iron Horsemen who originally came with murderous spirit very depressed, and they also slowed down the mounts under them with tacit understanding.

"Looks like we'll have to clean up the mess." When Shi Heng saw the camp of the flaming North Korean army, he couldn't help but laugh at himself, and at this time, he suddenly remembered what Zhu Qizhen had told him in the past.

"In the face of the bombardment of artillery clusters, in this era, no country's army dares to face the bombardment of artillery clusters."

No wonder Zhu Qizhen, the great genius, attaches so much importance to artillery, look at these tens of thousands of North Korean troops who were originally worthy of World War I, but now, without even getting their knives out of their sheaths, they have become a group of desperate hamsters.

(To be continued)