For modern people, there is nothing strange about the night, except that it is a little darker.

But in a world where the level of productivity is roughly equivalent to the level of the Renaissance, it's a different story.

Due to the lack of nutrition of ordinary people, many people will suffer from night blindness, and their eyesight is so weak at night that they can hardly form combat effectiveness.

Even if they eat well and do not suffer from night blindness, it is difficult to distinguish the direction from friend and foe in the dark, and the army with insufficient training and poor officer quality will often fry the pot in night battles, and even if it is just marching at night, it is easy to scatter many people.

Luo Ming didn't dare to pack tickets for the night battles of his soldiers, after all, he hadn't trained a few times, and if something happened, it would be troublesome.

But they had at least mastered one simple skill – and that was marching in the dark.

Of course, although Luo Ming gave these soldiers a lot of radishes to supplement vitamins, so that their vision at night could be improved to a certain extent, but in order to be more safe, he also used some opportunistic methods during the march.

In the outer circle of the large army, there was a row of wheelbarrows and carriages, connected by hemp ropes, like a huge sheepfold, on the outermost side to ensure that no one would get lost.

In the troops, each soldier will hold a string, the strings are connected to each other, you pull me, I pull you, and finally converge to the superior officer.

Although this method is a bit stupid and looks like a kindergarten teacher with a child, it will never be a messy mess.

As for whether it will deviate from the direction, there is no need to worry at this - Luo Ming not only sent a few horseback scouts to the front to make road signs in advance when it was dawn, so there is no need to worry about following the road signs, but there are also a total of four compasses in the whole army.

That's right, it's the compass, it wasn't invented by Luo Ming, according to Aya, the compass has been invented for more than a hundred and twenty years, and before that, there were also mages and priests who were able to cast spells to orient themselves.

In short, after a three-and-a-half-hour march (with a stop for half an hour) from the time of the official departure at half-past three o'clock in the evening until seven o'clock in the morning, the army finally reached a distance of only two hundred meters from the tribe.

Ordinary soldiers could also see a few tents in the distance, as well as a sheepfold and some horses.

If you get closer, no matter how much you tiptoe, you should be discovered.

Therefore, the soldiers also untied the strings and removed the wooden strips from their mouths - this was to prevent them from subconsciously speaking out, and they were called "titles" in ancient Chinese military books.

Then, after putting on their paper armor, taking their weapons, and regrouping their ranks, they walked briskly in the direction of the tribe.

Gradually, the brisk walk turned into a trot, and the sound of one hundred and twenty footsteps overlapped almost neatly, so that the earth seemed to shake slightly.

At the same time, Luo Ming rode his horse alone and rushed into the tribe from the other direction.

Only the sound of horses' hooves approached, and in the eyes of the nomads, it was probably not a big deal, so they did not become vigilant in the first place.

At this point, people are also in a half-asleep state, and it may be a bit difficult to react suddenly - after all, they are just a nomadic tribe of amateur guest bandits.

In short, this bought Luo Ming a certain amount of time.

With a wave of his left hand, he threw out many small clumps of Cangyan, landed on the tent, and began to burn.

At the same time, he raised his bow and arrows and began to shoot at the horses tied to the tent doors.

He has only practiced riding and archery for a few days in his life, and it is completely a ticket nature, and if he is a little farther away, he will not be able to shoot anything. However, if you shoot a target the size of a horse at a very close distance, it is not easy to miss the target.

Before the herdsmen could react and take up their weapons and rush out, twelve horses had been hit by arrows, six of them fell to the ground on the spot, and some of the rest were only flesh wounds, but some could fall in a few minutes.

Although horses are indeed a very valuable asset, and if he could, Luo Ming would like to bring all of them back to Schönbrunn without harming them, but the reality does not allow him to be so naïve.

The herdsmen rode up and down their horses, and they were two completely different combat qualities - the former was a light cavalry, and the latter was just an armed mob.

Seeing that some herdsmen were grabbing their weapons and rushing towards them with a roar, or to wake up others, Luo Ming knew that he could not go any longer, so he shot the last arrow, put his bow in his mouth, drew his sword, cut down the two herdsmen, and immediately rode away from the tribe.

He himself was not afraid of being besieged, and even if these were not herdsmen but well-trained warriors, he was confident that he would be able to hold out for a little - but his horse was not good, and if he was hit by a few arrows, he might be seriously injured or even fall if he was stabbed twice or three times.

To be reasonable, war horses and ordinary horses pulling carts are not the same price at all, Luo Ming is willing to kill the ordinary horses of those nomads, but he still cherishes his mount.

Even if it is destined to be battle-hardened as a war horse, and may die one day, it is really not worth dying here.

And Luo Ming left here with another consideration, that is, to prevent himself from entering the killing range of artillery.

The horses pulled the wagons and approached as fast as they could reach a distance of fifty meters from the tribe, followed by the soldiers and the carts.

The artillerymen quickly lifted the Tiger Squat Cannon from the wagon and the gun carriage, set it up, the shells and gunpowder were pre-loaded, and after lighting the fuse, a large number of scorching lead bullets immediately gushed out with a thunderous sound.

Like raindrops, the shotguns smashed into the tribe, and while most of them didn't actually hit anything, they couldn't hold it up. In total, more than 200 lead pellets were fired from the two guns fired in the first round, and five men and three horses fell.

Some of the herdsmen either ran or rode on horseback, and rushed towards the artillery, so the second and third rounds of two groups of two guns began to fire, and they were stunned at once, and the unlucky ghosts who were lucky enough not to die directly ran into Luo Ming's infantry charge and were carried away by a wave.

Luo Ming brought a full eight tiger squat cannons this time, enough for them to drink a pot.

Most of the herdsmen, after discovering the surprise attack of the Luo Ming army and seeing the power of the artillery, dismissed the idea of an immediate counterattack, and prepared to regroup not far away.

But their horses were not enough for everyone to ride, and some of them were killed and injured by Luo Ming, and only some of them were able to ride away, which became a problem.