After hearing this, Zhang Fu's face was filled with excitement.

He was keenly aware that the place of Yanghekou could not be more right.

There must be good goods in it.

Before the arrival of the Flying Ball Camp, even if Zhang Fu knew that Yanghekou was the weakness of Wara, he could only sigh and couldn't spare his hand.

Whether it is Bauhinia Pass, Juyong Pass, Xuanfu, or Datong, it is impossible to dispatch tens of thousands of soldiers and horses to attack Yanghekou.

The arrival of the Flying Ball Camp fueled Zhang Fu's hopes.

Tonight's reconnaissance has further confirmed the operability of this battle.

Until dawn, Zhang Fu had already determined the plan with Yuan Bin.

Two days later, in the early morning, he attacked Yanghekou and taught the Warat people how to behave.

Late that night, the weather was surprisingly cold and dark.

Zhang Fu personally saw off the surprise attack.

Under the same sky, the firelight flickered, and hundreds of balloons slowly rose into the air, flying towards the north in an orderly manner.

Zhang Fu, who has been a martial artist for 60 years, has seen such a formation for the first time in his life.

Zhang Fu stood in place, staring blankly at the distance of the Flying Ball Camp.

Nearly a hundred flying balls, silently, like ghosts, marched towards the goal.

According to the plan, when the flying ball camp arrives at Yanghekou, it should be before dawn.

Because at this time, everyone is asleep, and it is the most defenseless time of the day.

The city wall of Yanghekou is only more than one zhang, and the east and west two sub-forts are composed, and there are more than 6,000 garrisons here.

But with the destruction of the Ming army when they left, the people who can live in it now are only two or three thousand.

As for the rest, they could not live in the fort and could only camp in the wilderness.

The Warat camped the horses, which was simply fenced off to prevent the horses from getting lost or attacked by wild beasts.

Other than that, there is almost no protection.

They didn't believe that the Ming army would dare to come out.

Those Ming troops will only be unable to shrink in the passes.

In the grassland desert, they are invincible.

Under this mentality, the vast majority of people are relieved to sleep.

Even the people on duty at night just casually walked around the neighborhood.

Tonight, it was extremely cold and biting, and I was afraid that it was going to snow.

Even if you wear a leather jacket, you still can't stop the cold.

They stomped their feet, found a bonfire, and roasted it, and their bodies were much warmer.

As soon as people are warm, they get sleepy, and the weather is getting cold, so they simply sleep directly by the fire.

Qunel is a member of tonight's vigil.

He is only thirteen years old, probably the youngest in the army.

He Abu died at the hands of the Ming people at the beginning of this year.

It's not for other reasons, at the beginning of the year, there was no food at home.

Abu and several tribal men sneaked into the pass and robbed a family.

As a result, as soon as he got out of the customs, he was caught up by the Akito.

This kind of thing happens almost every day on the grassland, they secretly enter the pass to rob the Ming people's grain and salt, and the Ming people will also chase out the pass to find these small tribes, and then stage the same thing......

When the news came back, Eji fainted on the spot.

As a result, he became a man in the family.

The first thing Eji did was to move away from the Ming and clansmen.

A home without a man is a sheep on the prairie.

When the Taishi was recruiting troops in various tribes, the thirteen-year-old Quner was also chosen.

When he left the house, Eji couldn't cry, slaughtered a sheep in the family, guarded him, and let him eat a beautiful meal at the end.

Amid the tearful gaze of Eji and the envious eyes of his younger siblings, Qunel ate his last meal at home.

Hurner was full of illusions and hopes for this southern expedition.

He heard that there were a lot of good things in the Ming Dynasty in the south.

He wanted to grab rice and tea, which the family hadn't eaten for a long time.

He still has to grab an iron pot, and the iron pot at home is also leaked, and it is estimated that it will not be able to be used now.

There were also women and slaves, so that someone would be able to graze their own cattle and someone would be able to take care of Eji.

Of course, you can have a woman.

It would be great if I could cut off the heads of a few Ming people with my own hands.

It's just that he was a little disappointed that he hadn't seen a single Ming army until now.

Because of his young age, he was sent to the second line, following the army to do logistics, and later, he went to guard Yanghekou.

He was a little unconvinced, the Warats grew up on horseback when they were young, they were born to ride horses, and when they were older, they could herd horses.

By the age of ten, he can already draw a bow and shoot rabbits.

He felt that he could completely fight three or four Ming people by himself.

Tonight it was his turn to keep vigil, and Hurner, bored, lay on the ground, looked at the sky, and counted the stars in the sky.

There are many stars in the sky.

When he was young, his favorite thing was counting the stars in Eji's arms.

It's just that looking at the sky today, there are twinkling stars, a little too much......

The Flying Ball Battalion had already arrived in the sky above Yanghe, a little earlier than the estimated time.

Yuan Bin patiently waited for all the flying balls to be in place.

Qunel also discovered that those shining were not stars.

His eyes widened in horror.

So, what is that?

As the flying ball continues to descend in altitude, under extremely low visibility, the flying ball gradually reveals its face.

Countless huge flying balls appeared overhead.

Hurner was so stupid that he just watched in such a daze, that he even forgot to shout and inform others.

Yuan Bin saw that everything was ready, and he only owed the east wind.

A flare soars into the sky.

This is a signal to attack.

One by one, the gunpowder packets and incendiary bottles were thrown out of the basket and fell straight down.

Bang......

There was a loud roar one after another, like fried beans.

Some people went to see the Immortal Heaven while they were still asleep.

Before the action, Yuan Bin made a plan.

Throw the gunpowder bags in the fort as much as possible, and as for the Molotov cocktails or something, forget about the tents and say hello.

It turns out that this is a good way to do more with less and save effort.

Molotov cocktails splashed with flames and oil from falling on the ground, turning the camp into a sea of fire in a very short time.

The burning oil got on the tent and on the hay, and it was immediately ignited with rapid speed, burning a raging fire that devoured everything.

The Warats were in a state of great confusion in an instant.

Qunel looked at an unlucky man not far away, who was smashed straight by the falling gunpowder bag beside him, and was instantly swallowed by a huge explosion and torn to pieces.

Just now he was a person, and now, there are only a few pieces of minced meat left.

He felt a warmth on his face.

He wiped his face, the smell of blood spreading through his nostrils.

Hurner looked blankly and saw that there were several burning men running wildly, and they suddenly fell down as they ran.

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