Under the leeward cliff, Mu Zaohua also threw the last few pieces of dry horse manure into the stone pit that was erected.

Unlike the men in the army or caravan with many people, Mu Zaohua walked alone through the ice and snow.

The only source of manure for heating and sustenance is the Mongolian horse that loyally accompanies her by her side.

In the small and simple felt tent, it was gradually filled with a little warmth that was better than nothing, and Mu Zaohua felt that the blood seemed to be flowing again around her frozen body.

She moved to the tent, lifted her wolfskin robe to protect herself from the wind, and poked her head out to look at the sky.

Above the sky, the stars are shining.

Desolation and brilliance constitute the same world.

When she was in the wasteland and was extremely lonely, Mu Zaohua looked at the stars like this and missed Wu Gongzi.

Half a year ago, under Xu San's arrangement, she came to the border between Ming and Mongolia.

She often heard her grieving mother tell her weeping children, "Your Abba who died in battle has become a star in the sky."

Mu Zaohua scoffed at this.

She never believed in ghosts and gods, so she didn't believe that people's souls would turn into stars and overlook the old world.

What's more, if Wu Gongzi's death is poeticized, the concentration of hatred will be diluted.

Mu Zaohua told herself countless times that Wu Gongzi's original flesh-and-blood face, which was sometimes stern and sometimes gentle towards her, had long since rotted in the ground and turned into dry bones. And this kind of evil deed of destroying the good was brought about by Jiannu.

The brilliant starry sky is just where her eyes go when she can't sleep at night.

If the sky is like a dome, any star in the meantime has nothing to do with Wu Gongzi.

Mu Zaohua's Mongolian horse walked over and lowered his head.

Mu Zaohua gently touched the bridge of the horse's nose, took out the last bit of salt from her arms, spread it in the palm of her hand, and let the horse lick it.

The horse, like a child satisfied with the candy, snorted and stood laxly outside the felt tent.

Mu Zaohua also took off her wolf skin jacket, wrapped herself tightly, and retracted it into the tent.

She was able to sleep well for a few hours.

She followed Mrs. Zheng's team all the way, and the last time she contacted Xu San in the middle of the night, the two exchanged information, and they both understood that the bank of the Luan River was the place where the war started.

Mu Zaohua firmly believes that Madame and General Ma can win, but after the battle of Mingli, the secret war that belongs to her will begin.

She needs to get a solid night's sleep.

……

Zheng Haizhu opened her eyes in the dark.

She sat up.

The two brocade guards leaning against the tent door immediately recovered from their resting posture to a state of readiness.

"Did Madame hear the movement?"

"Not yet, I just think, almost."

A brocade-clothed guard turned his head, and through the curtain, he saw the faint white belly of the fish in the east.

He said, "It's time to pass." ”

As soon as the words fell, the nail leaf sounded softly, and Ma Xianglin stopped outside the tent.

"They're here, it's really not one or two Niu Lu, look at the posture, that little Baylor is also there."

After this mellow short sentence of the male voice landed, the sound of the nail leaf accompanied by the sound of boots trampling the snow quickly disappeared.

The brocade guards immediately put on their full armor as fast as they could.

Zheng Haizhu also has armor now, but she can't go into battle, so the equipment she wears naturally doesn't have to be the same as Ma Xianglin.

In her warm robe, she is covered with chain mail to protect against light arrows thrown by the enemy from a distance.

As soon as they had finished dressing, they heard the shrill sound of gongs in the camp, and for a moment the silence of dawn was torn apart.

"The Jurchens have robbed the camp! The Jurchens have robbed the camp! ”

The Ming army was shouting in Chinese.

Soon, he added Mongolian dialect with a big tongue that was not in place, and when I heard it, it was Mangui's accent, and he was waking up the Mongolian guards.

Zheng Haizhu and his brocade-clothed guards rushed out of the tent, and many torches had been lit around them.

There was also a commotion in front of the two largest felt tents in the middle, and Hodra was hurriedly reporting in sharp Mongolian language to Unger, who did not seem to be up yet.

Soon, He Zhuo strode in front of Zheng Haizhu.

The woman in Yehebu found that this woman from the Ming Kingdom was very calm.

"It's the Jianzhou Jurchen."

"How do you know?"

"Just know if you fight, our two generals have already rushed out with the knights." After Zheng Haizhu finished speaking, he seemed to no longer want to waste time on conversation, and turned to the horse tethered to the tent.

He Zhuo was still staring at what was wrong, only to hear the chief of the guard of Unger shouting to her behind her: "Mama Kedun, caravans, look at those caravans of the Ming Kingdom!" ”

Realizing something, Holdra stepped on the horse, which his servants had led, and gently clipped the horse's belly, like a butterfly through a flower, and galloped deftly around the felt tent and the embered fire to the westernmost part of the camp.

Suddenly the eyes are bright.

He Zhuo was surprised to find that in addition to people and horses, there were more than a dozen carts on the snow, pushed by the merchants of the Ming Kingdom who had been resting next to them last night, and they were arranged quickly and orderly.

He Zhuo, who had opened his eyes in the Xuanzhen Governance Office and Zhangjiakou, in the twilight of the morning, identified the things loaded on the cart - the big pipe that the Ming people called artillery.

However, there were some things that looked like cotton bags on the car, and Hojo didn't know what they were doing.

Zheng Haizhu's firearms factory "stole teachers" from the Guangdong employees of the Franky people early in the morning, and after several years of research and development, the equipment technology has matured, which can greatly improve the firing efficiency of artillery.

Zheng Haizhu drove forward, looking at the artillery truck and the artillery in groups of four or five.

After firmly predicting that Zhu Changluo would not kill Ma Xianglin, Zheng Haizhu ordered his nephew Zheng Shoukuan to go north to anchor in Tianjin by the sea route that sent Mao Wenlong to Liaodong, and transported a few four-pounder guns and more than ten Chongming artillerymen to Shanhaiguan, handed over to Ma Xianglin's lieutenant, and merged into the Sichuan army, waiting to be used in the battle against Tartars.

Houjin Liangqi "grabbed the west" and Lin Dan Khan's "reward" collided together, and then after Zheng Haizhu and Xu San's strategy, Ma Xianglin, who punished Bian Xuanzhen, finally brought back his soldiers on the snowfield outside the plug.

The sky is much brighter again, and the people on this snow can not only hear the sound of horses' hooves in the distance, but also see that the black team by the Luan River is becoming clearer and clearer.

Ma Xianglin held the binoculars and communicated with the man on the mount next to him in short language.

The man was a Liao citizen who was recruited to Chongming by Zheng Haizhu and became a member of the battalion, and his wife and children also died under the knife of the Tartar, and he had a bitter hatred with Hou Jin.

But at this time, the Chongming soldier who commanded the artillery group could not see the slightest emotion, he just received the message from Ma Xianglin silently, but with a high degree of concentration in his thinking.

His eyes were always on the several gun carriages, making sure that they had been first reloaded by the gunners.

Zheng Haizhu also rode to the other side of Ma Xianglin, and when she heard that "the Tartar has advanced five hundred steps", she suddenly felt her heart rush to the throat between her collarbones like a red sun jumping out of the sea level.

This distance meant that even if the Tartar cavalry did not charge at the speed of a charge, they would quickly come within the range of three hundred paces of artillery, while these ambitious robbers might not be able to see with their eyes in the dim light that the Mongol camp had been planted with weapons that could send them to the sky.

The artillery team leader, who had been silent as a quiet night pool, finally gave a loud order: "Poke open the medicine bag and light the fire." ”

With the intimate contact between the ignition rod and the fire door, "呲...... ......" several times, and the tails of several four-pounder guns lit up with dazzling sparks almost simultaneously.

The gunpowder burned rapidly in the back of the copper barrel, and in an instant, a loud "bang" sound shook the field, and even more terrifying flames and white smoke came out of the muzzle, and the cannon body moved several steps with the wooden wheeled car underneath because of the strong recoil, and the iron bullets sprayed out of the barrel like the devil's mouth whistled straight towards the incoming intake.

In a few breaths, on the bank of the Luan River ahead, there were screams of people and the neighing of horses.

"Hit, hit!"

Behind Hordrone, Unger, who had finally woken up from his hangover, was supported by two guards, and although he was unsteady, it did not prevent him from letting out a roar that saw the good play.

However, with the exception of this Mongol nobleman, who took pride in begging for money, everyone else was as quiet as a wolf while hunting.

A real soldier will not show the stupidity of jumping up and down and shouting on the battlefield where there is a tense confrontation and a life-and-death line.

He Zhuo didn't have time to embarrass for Unger, so he heard the starter next to General Mingguo, and shouted again: "Replace it with a scattered bullet." ”

In the first bullet of the Houjin army, many knights and horses were blown up to a blur of flesh and blood, but the shells were fired instantaneously, and the Houjin cavalry who were in ambush were completely unaware of the ambush, and pressed over with a loose queue, and there were still many knights who approached the range of scattered bullets of 100 paces according to inertia.

On the side of the Ming army, several rippers had just pulled out the wool brush, and the loader was holding a loose ammunition pack and stuffing it into the chamber.

"Boom...... Boom ......", and a few loud bangs.

Dozens of lead bullets spaced out by wooden discs in the package turned into dense and deadly showers with a powerful boost, mercilessly smashing the men and horses in front.

The wailing was even more poignant than the previous round, because the impact area of the scattered bullets was larger.

He Zhuo's mouth opened wide, and he couldn't tell whether his chest was full of fear or excitement at the moment.

She didn't even realize that she had already controlled the reins of the horse and rubbed close to Zheng Haizhu.

She only heard that in the face of such a hellish scene of Shura, the woman of the Ming Kingdom calmly asked her officer: "One more round of scattered bullets is almost the same, right?" How many cows did the sentry say? ”

The tone was as calm as if he were asking, "Do you want some black tea?" ”

Then, the general, who also had a cold voice, replied, "Four Oxen, a thousand people." Rest assured, you can eat. Azhu, look at the mountain. ”

(End of chapter)