"What did you say!" Batu Munch grabbed the collar of the leader of the guards and said angrily: "The Ming army attacked the camp!" Where did the Ming army come from! ”

"No...... I don't know. The commander of the guards panicked: "Great Khan, the camp is already in chaos, completely chaotic, the Ming army steals the camp at night and throws those terrifying firearms around......"

Before he finished speaking, a black, round thing was thrown into the big tent, and the ball was still bubbling with fire.

"Great Khan be careful." The commander of the guards drank violently and threw Dayan Khan on the bed, and in an instant, a shocking explosion exploded, and the blazing heat wave instantly lifted the big tent away.

It is said that Zhu Houzhao entered the Mongolian army camp, and when he saw that his defense was lax to the point of outrageousness, where did he need any command, he gave the order directly!

Bombing! Free Fire!

Each warrior is covered in hand bullets, a small but powerful thing with gunpowder and sharp spikes that shoot out when they explode, perfect for striking dense enemies.

But tonight, there is only one target for the hand bullet, that is, the yurt, these Mongolian soldiers are in their sleep, and a hand bullet is thrown into it, and the effect can be imagined.

At first, the three Mongolian camps were full of Ming troops running and throwing bombs, and when the earth-shattering explosion almost burst the sky, the Mongolian camps were completely chaotic.

If there is harassment in a military camp in peacetime, it can be punished as mutiny, but at this time, then only one term can be summed up.

Camp Howling!

The biggest difference between mutiny and camp roaring is that the soldiers of the former are basically sober-minded, and the soldiers may be bewitched or mutiny for other purposes.

The latter is occupied by fear under surprise and believes that his life has been absolutely threatened, so the soldiers with slightly weaker psychological qualities will soon lose their minds due to fear and self-preservation.

People who lose their minds are insane, they will pick up the weapons around them with red eyes, and attack everyone around them without purpose, and the smell of blood is the catalyst for fear, and it spreads as fast as possible.

If you want to calm the camp roar, you can either wait for time, after all, time is the best healing agent, or bloody suppression.

Kill to kill!

However, the night attack of the Ming army led by Zhu Houzhao was too sudden, coupled with the movement of the handbomb when it exploded, it quickly hooked out the fear hidden in the depths of the hearts of the Mongolian soldiers who had participated in the Battle of Dushikou.

In the face of an unknown enemy in the dark night, the terrifying killing weapon was like a match thrown into a barrel of explosives, instantly igniting the three Mongolian battalions.

The Mongolian army went crazy, and the roar that swept through the three battalions spread rapidly like a shock wave, and those who were directly killed and disabled were counted, but they could see the scene in front of them intact, and listen to the screams of their compatriots in their ears, and pick up the knife the next moment!

In the dark night, the Mongolian camp was full of fire, the burning yurts were a sea of fire, and everywhere there were Mongolian soldiers with sabers and disheveled clothes.

Naturally, the 2,000 Ming army could not stay for a long time like this, and their hand ammunition had not yet been exhausted, and this time they were going to rain bullets in the three large camps.

For more than an hour, the sound of explosions in the Mongolian camp did not stop, and Zhu Houzhao had no bullets or muskets in his hands, only a long-handled machete on his back.

Zhu Houzhao thinks very plainly that as a fierce general, he should pick up a war knife and stain the battlefield with blood, although the musket is sharp, but it cannot burn the blood in the depths of his heart.

He wants to fight, fight selflessly, use the sword in his hand to harvest the enemy's life, and every head of the enemy is a badge to verify his military exploits!

Every swing of the sharp war knife will take a head flying, and after chopping dozens of blades, the blades are all chopped away, but Zhu Houzhao is still oblivious to slashing people, as if he didn't notice it, so no more heads fly, replaced by a tooth-aching sound of bones breaking.

This is the place where a good man is happy and squanders his blood, and only the battlefield is the final destination of the man!

It is said that the emperor is the glory that all men in the world dream of, but the throne is a fart for Zhu Houzhao.

Intrigue with that group of bird ministers all day long, endless performances, like to keep some pets, can be sprayed by a group of officials with shit stuffed in their mouths, and a little bit of dissatisfaction with them, those bird officials are bullshit advice day and night.

That's not the life of a man......

What now? The sky is high and the earth is wide, let him gallop, he can unscrupulously exert his martial arts to the fullest, instead of only attacking on a woman's belly as he did when he was an emperor.

Li Bai said well, life must be happy, don't make the golden bottle empty to the moon, a good man, trapped in the palace, what kind of pride and ambition will be wiped out......

There has never been a moment when Zhu Houzhao was so satisfied, and at the same time, he was deeply proud of his resolute and resolute escape.

It's just that I'm bitter brother......

Batu Munch was stunned, and pushed away the commander of the personal guard who threw him down, only to see that there was a bloody hole behind it, and dozens of steel nails were embedded in the leather armor!

People are naturally already dead and can't die anymore, Batu Munch couldn't help but shudder, if it wasn't for the personal guard commander to sacrifice his life just now, he might be nailed into a sieve by these steel nails at this time.

But after all, it was the male lord who had waded back and forth countless times in the sea of corpses and blood, Dayan Khan's uneasiness disappeared in a flash, and his eyes drifted outside.

Chaos, one word is messy, chaotic to the point that it can no longer be described.

As the Great Khan, he naturally knew what this meant, and it was obvious that the current Mongol camp had been completely suppressed, and it was impossible to suppress it forcefully at this time.

Batumunk, who quickly made a judgment, didn't say a word, turned around and left.

This place has become a Jedi, and staying in it will only be a waste of life.

The Han people have a good saying, called to stay in the green mountains, not afraid of no firewood, and now it must be the Ming army that is wreaking havoc in the camp.

This group of Ming troops really dared to attack the Mongolian camp!

However, Batu Munch quickly analyzed the form, and the Ming army killed him by surprise, but so what?

There are only more than 2,000 left and right, and he expects more than 2,000 Ming troops to level his 40,000 soldiers and horses?

What a joke!

The only thing he needs to do now is to wait, wait for the dawn, as soon as the day dawns, the camp will end, without the camp roar, the fierce Mongol warriors will naturally gather, and it will not be too late to avenge this arrow.

Of course, how much battle damage the Mongol army will suffer from this night attack, Batu Munk can't care about it so much at this time, the only thing he needs to do now is to escape, first ensure his own safety, and then plan later!

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