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At this moment, no one noticed anything, and the night of the grassland was as cold as ever, so that many of the Tile Thorns on duty at night were still huddled together around the campfire drinking spirits.

After the commotion in the camp, it gradually quieted down, only occasionally some drunken Tile Thorns would suddenly quarrel and fight, and the ones on the side would not go up to persuade them, but would cheer them on with their swords. Immediately afterwards, the centurion carried a whip and lashed the two sides that caused the trouble, and scolded loudly before the situation was calmed down.

Although it is the avant-garde of the tile thorn tent, but the military discipline is not very good, the tile spur people never advocate military discipline, only personal bravery, if there is a lot of alcohol, it is even more like a tiger.

In the camp, there are dozens of people who came to the army, their accent is Monan Mongolian, from time to time to attract the ridicule of the warriors in the camp, in the eyes of the tent avant-garde, the people who speak the authentic Monan Mongolian language and the Jingshi people look at the hillbilly is almost the same, and their hearts are inevitably with a little disdain.

However, the other party was well-intentioned, if it was in the past, the appearance of these people would attract the attention of the commanders in the battalion, but tonight, the commanders did not suspect at all.

In fact, the reason is also very simple, everyone knows that there are people everywhere in Mo Nan who are trying to win people's hearts, and various tribes are also standing in line for the future of the tribe, it is said that what county lord has been convinced by the deputy privy envoy, it is only a matter of time before the Khan Court controls the Mo Nan tribes, and those tribes who have been in a bit of a sprint with the Khan Court before are bringing wine to show goodwill at this time, which is understandable.

In any case, in Mongolia, if someone brings you a good wine and you do not accept it, then it is enough to be regarded as an insult and a provocation, and there is no need to offend a tribe at this juncture.

Not to mention that these fine wines are so mellow that they are said to have been exchanged for cattle and sheep from the Jubao caravan, and no one can resist this temptation.

The other party first brought dozens of jars of such fine wine, and after being eaten by the samurai on duty at night, he then transported a lot of them in a lele car, and he couldn't finish eating it for a while, so he asked for his surname and put it in the account.

The rewarded Monanwa thorns had disappeared after carrying seven or eight cartloads of fine wine.

At this time, it was already dark, everything was quiet, and occasionally there was a commotion from the camp next door, but no one paid attention, a tent avant-garde warrior named Kabu drunkenly shook to the back of a tent, tore off the belt tied around his waist, and hummed a tune in his mouth, but the cold wind made him shiver after drowning, and quickly pulled up his pants. At this time, his eyes flickered, and he actually saw a heavy figure outside the camp.

Kabu was stunned for a moment, and then shouted outward, which woke some of his companions, and some of them grunted at him, and then there was a bang.

The fire guns like fried beans sounded from the southeast two sides, and the camp of the front guard of the tent was backed by a lake to facilitate the use of water, so only the southeast two sides were facing the nearby camps, and the sudden sound of fire guns almost made countless camps chaotic, especially the camp of the front guard, no one knew what was happening, but they heard the guards on duty at night screaming and fell to the ground, and it was more terrifying to not see the enemy, until now, everyone did not know what happened, the sound of the fire was earth-shattering, Except for the occasional stray bullet hit by the guards, most of them were intact, but many people woke up from their dreams, and the enemy came out of nowhere, and they saw their comrades fall to the ground, and even the brave samurai were so frightened that they didn't know what to do.

In the midst of the chaos, countless people rushed out of their tents without even having time to put on their boots and armor, and without even finding their weapons, pushing and trampling on each other.

Most of the casualties were caused by trampling on each other, and the intermittent sound of fire still resounded with little sign of stopping, and panic spread throughout the camp.

A commander came out of the tent, after all, after a long battle, this person was quite calm, and hurriedly gathered his own soldiers, first scolded him, and then shouted: "This is the sound of the firecracker, I have heard it in Datong, it is the Han people, it is those Han people who are coming, so that everyone does not have to be afraid, although the fire guns of the Han people are powerful, as long as we ride on horses and rush to kill them, it is not terrible." ”

He shouted, and finally gathered people's hearts, and many people reacted, after all, these people are fierce warriors, once they understand that this is not some kind of ghostly thing, suddenly courage is born, although the chaos is still unstoppable, but under the encouragement of this thousand households and a cadre of pro-army, hundreds of people rushed towards the horse pen.

As long as they get on horseback, the Wattshire are unstoppable, this is their belief, and they never doubt this belief.

"Quick...... Hurry up ......"

The commander shouted while leading the crowd closer and closer to the horse ring, and the horses in the horse ring were also frightened, but fortunately they were just running around in this horse ring, and the commander took the lead in opening the horse ring, and then led the crowd to swarm in, touching the war horse, many people regained their confidence, and some people couldn't help shouting under the moonlit night: "Allah! ”

"Allah!"

Countless people responded.

Returning to the horse, the courage doubled, and countless people shouted together, and the next moment, they wanted to tear these Han people who were wounded by hidden arrows to pieces, so that they could see the power of the avant-garde iron horseman.

Just at this time, there was a loud bang in the camp, which almost shook everyone's eardrums, and a tent suddenly exploded, and the huge explosion jumped directly into the sky dozens of meters away with a raging fire, and then a heat wave swept away with the explosion point as the center of the circle, and countless broken iron nails and burning felt cloth hit the people around them.

What's going on......

Just before everyone could react, another tent exploded, one after another, as many as seven or eight explosion points, countless people were blown away, and what made people even more desperate was that under this violent explosion, the entire camp fell into a sea of fire, and the horses in the horse circle were finally frightened, and then began to run wildly.

Some of the samurai sitting on the horses were thrown off their horses, and some of them couldn't control their horses at all, and they saw that the horses that sat down were desperately rushing towards the fence of the horse ring, and their eyes swept with despair.

The exploding tent was the same place where the wine was stored, and the jars were stuffed with saltpeter to the fuse, and someone took advantage of this time to light the fuse, which also dealt a fatal blow to the samurai in the front guard.

Many crazy war horses have washed down the fence, lifeless rush, these original warrior partners, but now they have become executioners, without hesitation to knock the chaotic crowd away, some were killed by the fire, some were blown up, some were surrounded by flames, and some were trampled to death by the war horses.

The matter is not over, the samurai who lost their last courage began to flee on foot, some people jumped into the lake close to the camp, the lake water was cold, and the Mongolian people were mostly landlubbers, and suddenly many people struggled in the water and called for help, some people began to break through to the southeast, but they were greeted by not only more and more dense firearms, they were desperate to find that in the periphery of the camp, countless nails were actually scattered, this is not a huge horse nail, but a Mitsubishi nail specially guarded against foot soldiers, the protruding part is only a foot long, It can't stop the horses equipped with horseshoes at all, but it can stop these samurai who don't have horses.

"Ah......h

The soles of someone's feet were directly pierced by nails, and they let out a miserable cry, which was everywhere, so that these people who fled for their lives in a hurry had to be cautious, slow down their pace, and step on their light feet, their speed was many times slower than when they were running, and these people who acted like snails had been completely exposed to the mouths of a team of firecrackers, and entered the effective range of fire.

"Bang Bang ......"

Faced with these thwarted and panicked people, the firebolt exerted its maximum power, and everywhere there were wails, and the rows of fallen Tile Spur warriors like wheat harvesting were desperate to the extreme, and they were shot one by one by the enemy in the darkness like targets.

In fact, they didn't know that these Han people did not deliver a fatal blow, but the time for a fatal blow was not far away.

More than 400 people mounted their horses in the dark, and these powerful soldiers looked at the camp with raging fire and wailing in the distance, their faces blank.

Liu Chengfeng was wearing a leather armor, with a beast-faced helmet on his head, under the sword eyebrows, behind the deep eyes was an indifference, life was not important at all in his eyes at this moment, and a raging fire ignited in his body, and then this eager flame immediately turned into Liu Chengfeng's language, he pulled out the imperial sword on his waist, the long sword was held high, and the blade of the sword was shining, under this moon, before the raging fire and smoke, Liu Chengfeng roared in a hoarse voice: "The blood debt of Pingyuan Fort is now here to ask, The surnames of my Ming soldiers and civilians will be returned at this time, and the shame of the imperial court, you will follow me. Kill them all, don't leave any of them, kill! ”

"Kill!"

The sound of the fire bolt finally subsided suddenly, and the avant-garde samurai who had managed to escape through the Mitsubishi nails found out in despair that the horse's hooves were ...... The familiar sound of horses' hooves rang out, the earth trembled, and the night was still so dark, but in this darkness, thousands of troops and horses were faintly rushing to kill.

(To be continued)