The next day, before the sun rises above the horizon, the birds in the woods on the hill begin to chirp, reminding people that a new day is about to begin. Whether it was the soldiers of the land and water battalion or the burghers of the cat-ear fort, they all got up one after another and began to repeat their previous lives.

The first is to cook rice, these two days are undoubtedly heaven for the people of Maoerbao. Every meal can be full, lunch and dinner are fragrant rice, and there are some meat, vegetables, good military discipline and military appearance of the land and water battalion should also bring them a great sense of security, the feudal dynasty has always been "hungry" for the army, this hunger is not to say that you are not allowed to eat, but the food is relatively poor, especially when you go out, the monthly money is also very little, and you can only earn silver money in the battle to make meritorious service and get a silver reward. Therefore, throughout the ages, troops with good military discipline have always been in the minority, and such strong combat effectiveness and good military discipline troops have slowly burst out of their animal nature in the passage of time.

The water and land battalions are different, usually the monthly money is 3 taels of silver, which is basically enough for the expenses of a family, and they also eat well in the barracks, what they need to do is to train hard and do what the instructor requires.

In just two days, the soldiers of the land and water battalion and the people of Mao'er Fort have gotten along and get along well, and the veterans of Mao'er Fort are also willing to brag about their combat experience with these young men, and those eldest ladies often ask these young men if they have a family, and are ready to match the girls in the fort with them. Everyone was very happy to eat breakfast, just after eating, the veterans of Mao'er Fort who were in charge of keeping an eye on the south 5 miles came back to report that the Tartars in the south were coming, and there would be 1 hour at most, Zhu Houzhao immediately ordered that the little soldiers under the age of 20 in Maoerbao should take the old and young women and children to the mountains to hide, and the others were ready to fight.

The Zhu Houwei brothers looked at these fortifications to see if there were any deficiencies, this is war, and a small omission can cause unbearable losses.

About half an hour later, everyone in the trench felt that the earth was trembling slightly, and the water in the bowl continued to form ripples.

Soon, the people who were already in the trenches saw the horizon in the distance, slowly appearing more and more black dots, behind which smoke and dust filled the sky.

The old army of Mao'er Fort is better, and many of the soldiers of the land and water battalion are still starting to stiffen nervously, in the final analysis, this is still a new army after all, and an army that has not really fought will always behave unsatisfactorily in the face of war. The most important point is that the pressure brought by these 3,000 tartars, 10,000 horses, and more than 40,000 horses' hooves is really great, and the faces of the Zhu Houzhao brothers are not very good, but the two of them forced down the huge pressure in their hearts and tried to calm themselves.

Suddenly, Dong Qinghai shouted loudly, "Listen to me, how do you usually train you, give me a good use today, as long as you use them well, these tartars are nothing, give me care, don't make mistakes on the battlefield, in the end, if you lose, close the small black house, win, add meat." ”

The warriors behind couldn't help but loosen their bodies, and shouted in unison, "Add meat, add meat, add meat." "Although the guards who came with them and the veterans of Mao'er Fort didn't know what the little black house was, they lost, and the people here basically died, and it didn't matter what the little black house was, so they all excitedly shouted the simple slogan "add meat". Zhu Houzhao looked at each other and smiled, very satisfied with Dong Qinghai's performance.

It didn't take long for the Tartars to come to the front, about 200 meters away from the wall of sacks, the leader waved his hand backwards, the horse's speed dropped, he took 3 steps forward, stopped, and the Tartars behind him also listened, and more than 3,000 Tartars still maintained a conical formation.

The Ming may be much better than the Tartars in other aspects, but when it comes to horsemanship, there really can't be a few armies that are so amazingly horsemanlike. Brother Zhu Houzhao saw clearly through the telescope the Tartar led by him, very young, about 23,4 years old, dressed basically no different from the Tartar in the back, a leather armor, the clothes are relatively close-fitting, basically no restrictions on movements, the complexion is slightly dark, and he is also a person who often runs around, his appearance is ordinary but with a fierce atmosphere, and the most striking thing is a pair of eyes, bloodthirsty and ruthless like a wolf. No one on the battlefield made a sound except for the sound of the horses, and the Tartars were calm with a bloodthirsty aura, and Zhu Houzhao was a little nervous.

Both sides are in large numbers of each other, and from a distance of 200 meters, they can roughly see each other. Suddenly, the young Tartar at the head shouted, "Listen to the Ming army on the other side, now get out of the way, I will give you a silver ticket, if you don't listen to me, none of you here want to live." "The officers of the land and water battalion and the cat's ear fort all have a blood feud with the Tartars, and the others have a very bad impression of the Tartars, so the non-standard official words of this Tartar leader did not scare everyone, but made everyone more popular.

Zhu Houzhao shouted loudly in his male duck voice at this time, "Don't talk nonsense, let's fight." The soldiers and guards of the amphibious battalion, the old soldiers involuntarily tightened the weapons in their hands, although the voice was not good, but the words were very morale-boosting.

The Tartars laughed when they heard this, it was obvious that the commander of this Ming army was too young, and he should still be a hairy child. The leader of the Tartars also smiled disdainfully, and said a few words in Mongolian to the people behind him, and then more than 300 Tartars came out of the Tartar array, each riding only one horse, ready to break through the defenses that looked somewhat ridiculous.

If you look down from the air, Zhu Houzhao's defense facilities are mainly three layers, the first layer is a wall made of sacks, about 1 meter high, even relatively short Mongolian horses can calmly jump over, about 1 meter wide, that is, the appearance of 3 sacks, but horses can't kick through this simple earthen wall. Thirty meters behind the sack was another layer of sacks, about 2,30 centimeters high, which were not used to deter the enemy, but to allow the musketeers to place their guns on them to shoot steadily. Behind the sack is the first trench, with a depth of 1.2 meters plus a layer of sack just enough for the warrior to stand and shoot from the height of his head. There were about 500 soldiers of the amphibious battalion in the trenches, as well as 50 veterans of the cat-ear fort, 30 guards, all of whom were musketeers, and the veterans and guards were holding rattan cards in their hands, ready to defend against Tartar arrows, and near them there were brand-new, high-quality cold weapons, all brought by the amphibious battalion. The first trench was separated from the second by just over a meter, and in this place most of the sharp wooden sticks 30 centimeters high were stuck diagonally in the earth, and even if the Tartars jumped over the first trench, they would have been pleasantly surprised. The second layer of trenches is a little smaller, about 200 people, mainly soldiers of the amphibious battalion, this trench is relatively deep, 1.4 meters long. The two Zhu Houzhao brothers were in this trench and were in charge of command, and the first was commanded by Dong Qinghai. Behind the second trench were more than 30 wagons, stripped of the horses that were connected end to end, forming a great wall of steel, all of which were filled with four musketeers from the amphibious battalion, mounted in the shooting holes ready to shoot at any time. All the musketeers in the trenches were numbered 1, 2, and 3, and each time they called the number, they knew when they were going to shoot.

Soon, more than 300 people sent by the Tartars lined up in a row, and they had a certain understanding of the firearms of the Ming Dynasty. Although the firearm has a long range, but the accuracy is relatively poor, once it is close, it will basically be wiped out by the whole army, just the Tatar leader observed it, and found that this Ming army is basically holding a strange "fire gun", so it is sent out in this formation.

More than 300 people stood still, ready to attack at any time, and the Tartars behind were basically 300 people in a row, ready that if the forward could break the defensive line, the rear army would pounce at any time. The battlefield was silent, except for the breeze and the rustle of leaves on the hills.

At this time, one of the 300 tartars raised his scimitar and shouted loudly, and then the knife swung forward, leading the others to rush towards the earthen wall.

Dong Qinghai shouted loudly, "It's all aimed at me, don't shoot without my order, steady, steady." All 500 people put their guns on the sacks in front of them and took aim, regulating their breathing. Before the war, Dong Qinghai discussed with Zhu Houzhao's brothers that the current flintlock pistol can indeed shoot at 70 meters, but the basic function of the hit rate is about 10 percent, that is, it is possible to hit a humanoid target at 70 meters after firing 10 shots, so this battle must be fired at 50 meters, so that the hit rate of about 30 to 40 percent can cause great damage to the enemy, and the disadvantage is that it also enters the range of the Tartar and will form a counter-fire, which is also no way.

Soon, 300 Tartars lined up rushed to 50 meters of the earthen wall, bent their bows, mounted arrows, and prepared to shoot. Dong Qinghai yelled, "Steady, steady, No. 1, shoot." "The distance of 30 meters is only a matter of 3 or 4 seconds for the sprinting cavalry, after shouting two to stabilize, the Tartar is within the firing range, under Dong Qinghai's order, the "bang" sound is loud, and bursts of white mist are ignited on the first trench, and a smell of gunpowder spreads.

More than 30 Tartars shook their bodies, fell off their horses, and continued to roll on the ground for 5 or 6 turns, motionless, and more than 10 horses neighed violently and fell to the ground, and except for 2 or 3 of the Tartars on the horses who landed safely, the others fell to the ground and were seriously injured.

Dong Qinghai didn't detail the battle situation, and continued to shout, "No. 2, shoot" The thump sounded again, and at this time, the Tartar's bow and arrow also shot at the trench. Another group of Tartars fell, and there were a few muffled grunts in the trenches, but the warriors showed only 2,30 centimeters of their faces above the sacks, and even if the Tartars threw and fired at the same time, with the escort of the rattan players, only 5 people were injured.

The location of the earthen wall is very obscene, because if the Tartar shoots an arrow at 50 meters, that is, 20 meters away from the earthen wall, it will be ready to jump over the earthen wall just after shooting, and 20 meters will only take 2 or 3 seconds. Shoot an arrow right away, no matter how good your riding skills and bow skills are, you always need two hands, so the tartar who has no time to pull the reins can only take off the reins with both hands and jump on his own by relying on the horse. In Dong Qinghai's "No. 3, shoot. At the roar, more than 30 Tartars crashed into the earthen wall and fell to the ground, and then another 4,50 people fell under the gunfire. At this time, in the second trench in the rear, less than 40 meters from the Tartars, 300 people also divided into 3 batches and opened fire, and the first shots rang out, and the Tartars again reached 4,50 people. At this time, less than half of the Tartars who successfully rushed through the earthen wall and were about to reach the first trench, and at this important moment, the Tartars were basically put away or directly threw bows and arrows, and they were going to take cold weapons, although they were less than 30 meters, but they still had to be beaten again, and at this time there were 800 people who could attack them.

The only good news for these Tartars as strikers was that someone in the rear team was following, and the Tartar leader gave the order to 1,000 men to attack the striker when the first trench fired the second shot.

"No. 1, fire" Dong Qinghai continued to shout, the No. 2 of the second trench in the rear also fired at the same time, because the distance was very close, the 250 people who shot this time made the remaining Tartars directly become 20 people, and the centurion who gave the order among them should have been wiped out, and the remaining 20 people continued to rush to the trench, but there was already a trace of fear in their eyes. Some are even more crazy, some are hard-headed, these 20 or so, sparsely rushed to the trench, suddenly, just when the 20 people were about to jump over the trench, a "click" sound came, and the closest place to the Tartar, there were 2 amphibious battalion soldiers put down their muskets, picked up the close-range weapon - Zhuge repeater, and quickly shot at the enemy, and then, there was no more.

It was only one minute before the two sides fought, and all the 300 Tartar strikers were annihilated except for those who were wounded and fell to the ground, and less than 10 people were wounded in the first trench, and at this time, both the first trench and the second trench were stepping up to reload ammunition. At this time, the new 1000 enemies were already less than 50 meters away from the earthen wall.