Gao Hongzhong arranged the tactics of holding the camp and rounding the wings. He thought that in this freezing season, a night raid might be a good idea. After all, after fighting for half a day, the fact that the 'revolutionary army' on the opposite side did not have many troops has been confirmed. Although the combat strength of the 'Tianyou' army is a bit scum, there are a lot of bad people.

Sticking to simplicity, detouring and demanding a high degree of organization, the people who accidentally leave the camp will be scattered. Before Gao Hongzhong ordered to carry gunpowder, he decided to personally lead the team to make a roundabout night attack. Otherwise, he himself is not at ease, for fear that these cannon fodder under his command will not know where to go when they leave the camp.

The north and south sides of the camp opened the camp gates, and 10,000 troops each came out. It's just that in this dark night, the 'Tianyou' army has not specially practiced night battles, and Gao Hongzhong had to let his subordinates light torches to come out. After all, the black light blinded them, and they couldn't even see the road clearly, and many generals themselves complained, doubting the feasibility of this night attack.

It's just that now that the matter has come to this, Gao Hongzhong can only bite the bullet, and there is no room for retreat. But the sporadic torches erased the suddenness of the original night attack, and it was still a strong attack for a long time. However, when the troops were in place one after another, Gao Hongzhong was still excited - a brigade killed by the 'revolutionary army' was indeed insufficient in strength.

The tall bull occupied a corner of the camp to the west of the 'Tianyou' army, hastily repaired part of the defenses, lit a limited number of lights outside the line, and a few bonfires to provide lighting. All of these lights were far from the positions of the 1st Brigade, but all of them were within range of flintlock and heavy artillery. From the outside, the territory controlled by the 1st Brigade is very small and the number of troops is limited.

"Wonderful, wonderful!" Gao Hongzhong was aggrieved for a long time, and he would ride on the back of the horse and slap his thighs continuously, "This week, the thieves and horses are extremely arrogant, and going deep into my camp is like falling into a quagmire." Now that I'm outflanking it with tens of thousands of horses, I'm going to make it unbearable. ”

After fighting for a long time, it is rare to see such a fighter. Not only Gao Hongzhong was excited, but even the generals at all levels brought out by his subordinates were so happy. Tens of thousands of horses immediately dispersed, slowly closing the encirclement in an arc-shaped array. Gao Hongzhong was supervising the battle in the rear, and saw the officers and soldiers holding torches rushing forward, and seemed to stop when they reached about two or three hundred meters outside the defense line of the First Brigade.

It's not a complete stop, but rushing up and retreating in waves, and then rushing up and retreating again. After so much back-and-forth, it was not easy to make some progress, but the entire front stopped moving more than 100 meters away from the enemy, and never moved again-according to the concept of the 'Tianyou' army, we were surrounded by so many troops, and the men and horses of the Zhou thieves should be frightened and flee directly.

But no matter how the 'Heavenly Blessed' army shouted, in the dark night, you could hear the sound of neat rows of gunfire, or the deafening sound of artillery. Whenever such a sound is heard, one of the troops outflanked by the 'Heavenly Blessing' army must retreat. After a while of the gunfire, the whole battlefield became silent, except for the whirring wind and the crackling of torches.

"What's going on? Keep attacking! Gao Hongzhong felt that the morale of his subordinates was not bad, and the cannon fodder after brainwashing was still stunned. Especially after the shaman priest is stimulated, he will fall into a state of fanaticism, not afraid of life and death. He was a few hundred meters behind the line, which was already considered to be a first-line visit, but the effect of this battle still seemed to be insufficient.

It took two quarters of an hour like this, and Gao Hongzhong sent more than a dozen personal soldiers to the front to give orders. The news brought back by the soldiers was that a certain guerrilla swore to fight bravely and never retreat. But the oath was made several times, and the front line not only did not advance, but in some places retreated.

Gao Hong angrily shouted and scolded behind him, but he refused to let him continue to move forward. After asking his own soldiers, he even understood what was going on - Gao Hongzhong stayed five or six hundred meters away from the enemy to supervise the battle, and his generals stayed three or four hundred meters away to supervise the battle, and he could drive the cannon fodder to more than 100 meters in front of the enemy's gun.

Moving on? Sorry, I can't do that.

Some of the cannon fodder who had been brainwashed too thoroughly were brave, and then they were swept away by chain bullets and canned shotguns fired by heavy artillery, and the rest were all looking for a place to tremble a hundred meters away. No matter how good the spirit of the cannon fodder is, they haven't eaten much all day, and many people really don't have the strength.

In these years, the Dutch, who served as instructors for Jiannu, were still figuring out how to establish battlefield logistics. The Dutch, who came to East Asia by boat, had to endure the terrible and inferior food. They can help Nurhachi train soldiers on how to line up and shoot, how to use heavy artillery, but they can't teach battlefield support together. Because they don't know how to do it themselves.

As for the Ming army itself, it was even worse. The status of the Ming military households is extremely low, and poor food is the norm. No one ever thought about how to fill a soldier's belly. Many generals even have a popular concept that soldiers can't be overfed in normal times, and they are not willing to die when they are fed. Only before the war will the soldiers be given good food, drink and salary, so that they will think about fighting.

This kind of thinking continued until the Republic of China, and the legacy was endless.

No matter how Gao Hongzhong supervises the battle in the rear tonight, how he scolds, and how he urges, the cannon fodder in front just doesn't move. It didn't help for him to shout hoarsely, and even the generals themselves refused to go to the forefront. Once the cannon fodder is out of the sight of the generals, the troops' active combat capability will drop suddenly.

After sitting quietly for half an hour on this cold and windy day, Gao Hongzhong was pondering how to deal with it. He wanted to gather the generals in command and force them to be on the front line. But those slippery heads swore when they set off that they would be the first, but now they ignore the order when they hear it, and instead say that the battle on the front line is fierce and they can't get out.

It's fierce, and there is no sound of fighting on the front. Quiet ......

Wait, it's not quiet.

There was a shout in the wind, and it sounded like dozens or hundreds of people were shouting in unison. Gao Hongzhong listened with his ears pricked up, he thought that the Zhou thieves on the opposite side were going to persuade him to surrender, but the voice that came was ......, "Brothers of the 'Tianyou' army, the weather is really cold enough today, have you had dinner?" ”

Haematemesis!

Gao Hongzhong almost fell off horseback, he himself wore a fur coat, ate smoked jerky, and even boiled water to make tea on the battlefield. But he also knew that the 'Heavenly Blessed' army had reached a bad morous time, and nearly half of the cannon fodder had not eaten - the reason why he had not eaten was because he had been hit by a rocket during the day, which made half of the camp noisy.

Even if there are still some cannon fodder to eat, the 'Tianyou' army that can be converted from the Ming army will not be able to provide enough food. The cold weather makes people consume a lot of calories, not to mention cannon fodder, even Gao Hongzhong, who was wrapped in a jacket, felt cold. He heard the shouts coming from the wind, and immediately jumped to his feet and scolded: "Thief Zhou, shameless! He used such despicable tricks to shake the hearts of our army. ”

"Quick, quick, send the shaman priest to mass. Surely the tricks of the Zhou thief cannot be allowed to succeed. If the siege failed to make Gao Hong's head on fire, the shouting before this battle made him break out in a cold sweat. He had to take the risk of going to the front to supervise the thoughts of the cannon fodder.

But Gao Hongzhong can control the cannon fodder of the 'Tianyou' army, but he can't control the revolutionary soldiers who shouted in unison. The other side greeted for a while, 'Have you eaten', and then shouted: "Brothers of the 'Tianyou' army, we are all Han Chinese, why bother to work for the Tartars?" Your own people don't beat your own people. We've got food and drink here, so put down your swords and guns. We do not make it difficult for you. ”

The Han cannon fodder of the 'Tianyou' army is cold and hungry, and no matter how powerful the brainwashing effect is, it can't withstand this biting cold wind. When they heard the shouts from the other side, they immediately looked at each other, wondering what to do. Some people probed their brains into the defense line of the 'revolutionary army', while others looked at the generals who were supervising the battle in the direction behind them. There were also people who were hungry and walked out like they were open.

"Who dares to go? Who would dare to go? A guerrilla of the 'Heavenly Blessing' army was hurriedly patrolling, and when he saw that someone really dropped his sword, gun and weapon and walked out, he hurriedly pulled out his waist knife and was about to cut someone, "No one is allowed to leave, and whoever dares to go is a dead end." ”

The cannon fodder who were moved could only shrink back again, but the few who had already walked out refused to turn back. The guerrilla who blocked the guerrilla shouted wah-wah, and after chasing it out a few steps, he was about to correct the escaped cannon fodder on the spot. But as soon as he showed the knife, a continuous volley of guns rang out from a hundred meters away, and at least a dozen bullets were all beckoning at him. This protective spiritual power was not prevented at once, and the blood collapsed!

The guerrilla adults were beaten with blood splattered five steps, and they fell down with knives. Several of the soldiers who followed him were hit by stray bullets, and the others immediately ran away. The shrunken cannon fodder was now a whole spirit, as if they saw a chance to survive in a desperate situation, and their eyes widened collectively. Someone looked left and right and shouted: "The officials are staring at us." ”

Hulala, more than 20 good cannon fodder emerged from the hiding place, they were stiff and trembling, their noses and ears were red, and the skin of their hands and faces were all cracked. But as soon as they got up, they threw away their weapons and staggered over a distance of more than 100 meters to enter the defense line of the 'revolutionary army'.

"Raise your hands, and anyone with a knife or a gun will be killed."

"Don't crowd it, line up one by one."

"Come, come, take a sip of hot soup, drink a sip of hot soup."

Near a heavy cannon, seven or eight people from the cooking squad were boiling a pot of hot soup over the fire. Some of the pots were brought by the cooking squad themselves, and some were seized. The firewood was even more locally sourced, and the wood used by the 'Tianyou' army to build fortifications was burned. The water was found in the camp, and there was also water from the kettle carried by the soldiers of the 1st Brigade.

Under the arrangement of the soldiers of the 1st Brigade, several almost frozen cannon fodder of the 'Tianyou' army walked to the cauldron and smelled a salty smell, and they almost rushed forward to fall into the cauldron. Several soldiers forcibly grabbed them and poured each of them a bowl of hot soup.

"How can you still have hot soup to drink?" A cannon fodder cried while drinking, holding a wooden bowl and not letting go, "We are all going to freeze to death, you still have hot soup to drink?" We don't have such a good soup on weekdays! ”

The soup is solidified grease and salt, sealed in an oily paper bag and carried by the cooking class, and if necessary, water can be added and boiled to make a pot of hot soup. The weather was so cold that the people in the cooking squad could not cook hot meals, and the soldiers of the 1st Brigade could only eat the dry food they carried with them. But everyone is guaranteed to drink a bowl of hot soup to their stomachs, and their bodies will be much warmer.

The squad leader of the cooking class wore an apron and shouted with his waist inserted: "After drinking the soup, go back and bring people, you can bring a few brothers over, and we will make you officials." If you can pull more than 100 people, you are the company commander, and you will be able to mix up the general rank. ”

After drinking a stomach full of hot soup, the cannon fodder, who had just recovered their strength, saw a golden strip again, and hurriedly turned around and ran in the direction they came from. And behind the defense line of the First Brigade, Gao Da Niu was rubbing his hands and said to Zhou Qingfeng: "Dashuai, the tricks you come up with sometimes are really damaging." ”

Zhou Qingfeng turned his head and glanced at it, his eyebrows cold.

The tall bull immediately gave a thumbs up and said, "Handsome, tall, tall, really tall!" ”