Chapter 218 Iron Lock Hengjiang Ten Thousand Enemies

The sound of horses' hooves "answering" came from the other end of the path, and looking through the half-human grass, you could faintly see the knight's outfit that was very different from the green cloth shirt of the Fengzi camp, and behind the knight's bare head, the braids the thickness of chopsticks swayed from side to side with their undulating figures.

"Money rat tail"! The three people hiding in the grass, almost at the same moment, confirmed the guess in their hearts, Tartar, it is a Tartar, and only a Tartar can have such a costume.

In the grove about fifty meters behind them, a thin scout, holding a few reins in his hand, was looking nervously at the gray front, although he couldn't see anything, but he knew that as long as the gun rang out, it would be a life and death decision, and when the time came, the brothers in front ran back, and the horses hidden here would be used.

The three people in the grass looked nervously at the place five or six feet ahead, where there was a tripwire that they had just hastily arranged, if the weather was still good, such a tripwire would easily be found from a distance, but at this moment in the dark sky, the knight on the horse, unless he could predict the prophet, otherwise, there could only be one result, either the knight on the horse broke his tendons, or the horse was tripped and broke his leg during the sprint.

Getting closer and closer, Duobao felt that his palm holding the fire gun was sweaty, fortunately this was the newly equipped three-eyed fire gun, which had been loaded in advance, and omitted the step of igniting the fire rope to ignite the fire, and directly pulled the trigger to hit the flint to fire, otherwise, he really doubted that his trembling hands could complete the complicated set of steps between loading and firing.

He secretly glanced at Yin Sheng beside him, this ordinary leader who didn't have much seriousness, the evil smile on his face had long been replaced by a look of full attention, perhaps, he was also very nervous, but Duobao couldn't see it, he only felt that he could only be a small soldier, and Yin Sheng could be the leader, that made sense, you see, how calm people are.

The three horses got closer and closer, only to hear two soft "bangs", followed by the neighing of the earth-shattering horses, Duobao looked at the two knights in front, extremely agile and skimmed through the air, at the moment when the horses were about to fall to the ground, they rolled over, dodged the horses' pressure, and stood on the ground, and which knight behind him, although there was no tripping rope in front of him, the horses of his companions were blocking his way, and he was unfortunately not the two in front of him The vigorous skills, only heard him snort, Even the men and horses were planted in the ground.

Everything happened between the lightning and flint, and Duobao knew that he should fire immediately, at the two obviously confused Tartars, but his arms and body, at this moment, as if they did not belong to him, were stiff to death, and his thoughts and body reactions seemed to be completely disjointed.

"Fire!" Yin Sheng's voice sounded in his ears, a little ethereal, but he did not hesitate. The exercises on weekdays, the firing of the conditions formed by his body, were perfectly reflected at this time, his stiff hands, had a reaction, and pulled the trigger without hesitation, and then, he felt that his hand was stuffed into a fire hammer, he didn't think about it, and pulled the trigger again against the two standing figures in front of him.

In the evening woods, there was no wind at all, and there were a few unknown mosquitoes just now, which kept making noise, and after the neighing of horses and the sound of gunfire came from the front, these mosquitoes also quieted down at once, and in the forest, it was a deathly silence, as if even the air had condensed.

The skinny scout turned over on his horse, and then swallowed a mouthful of saliva, their leader, but told him very clearly, if he was against the Tartar, his life would not be theirs, but the news of meeting the Tartar here must be passed back. If he hears the gunshots, and his own people do not call him, he will immediately kill the remaining horses and return to the camp at once.

"Biaozi, bring the horse over, it's over!" A voice came from the grass, it was the voice of the leader! He was suddenly greatly relieved, and at this time he realized that his short shirt, I don't know when, was so wet that it could be wrung out of water.

He led the horse and walked over, and the situation in front of him made him feel a little disgusting, he had not seen the person who was killed by the firecracker, but he was beaten by the firecracker and almost turned into a ball of meat sauce, he was really the first time to see it.

Duobao was squatting on the side of the road, retching heavily, but apparently before he came over, he had already vomited the little stock he had eaten at noon, and what came out of his mouth at the moment was just some water!

Yin Sheng untied a water bladder from the horse and handed it to Duobao, "Drink some water, take it slowly!" There is a first time for everything, and it will be good next time! ”

"All dead?" The skinny scout asked stupidly.

"Well, one broke his neck, and the two were directly bombarded into slag by us, Duobao's rammer, and he thought he was in the musket camp, holding the three-eyed god gun, and released all the three guns in one go!"

Duobao's expression was much better at the moment, and when he heard Yin Sheng's words, he stood up a little surprised, scratching the back of his head, "What, I haven't been so close to Tartar yet?" ”

"Okay, okay, needless to say, it's all your own brothers, no one will laugh at you, work, cut off the head, we have to go back overnight, if you run fast, you can find a North Korean girl before dawn!"

The sky darkened, a few people were like ghosts, busy, not much time, the sound of the horse's hooves sounded again, and several people quickly disappeared into the night with the sound of the horse's hooves.

On the fourth day of the fifth month, the Manchu iron cavalry appeared near Pyongyang.

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Pyongyang City, in the mansion of the Marshal of the Wind Word Battalion.

Yu Feng looked at the information from the scouts in front of him, his brows furrowed slightly.

From the fourth day of the fifth month, the scouts sent out began to have more or less contact with the Tartar scouts, during which although there were casualties on both sides, the information from these encounters was very clear that Yu Feng sketched a map of the Tartars' forces, and basically, he could be sure that north of Pyongyang, except for a few villages and towns that were too remote and not occupied by the Tartars, these places basically fell into the hands of the Tartars.

And judging from the heads handed over by the victorious scouts, in addition to the real Tartars, there are also many Mongolian Tartars in the Tartar army this time, which is very different, because of the different living habits and environments, the origin of these heads can be seen at a glance.

Moreover, there are contacts from all sides, which proves that the strength of the Tartars this time is probably far beyond his imagination, and he does not dare to make any moves now except for some matters such as preparing for war, preparing equipment for defending the city, and recruiting people. Even the scout he took it back, now that he knew the general situation, it didn't make much sense to let the scout out out except to increase his own casualties in vain.

He hoped that the small Korean court in Seoul could give him a little support, even if it was to gather a little force and counterattack the place occupied by the Tartars, at least in this way, it would be able to attract some of the attention of the Tartars and relieve his own pressure, which could be regarded as supporting himself.

He also knows that this is already close to extravagant hope, at the moment, the North Korean army, which is retreating one after another, can stabilize its position even if it is good, when it comes to counterattack, it is undoubtedly too much to look up to them, the great man has said in "On Protracted War", the three stages of war are strategic defense, strategic stalemate, and strategic counteroffensive, at present, the North Korean army is not even strategic defense, if it is really calculated, it is also a strategic transfer, can you expect them to strategic counteroffensive? I don't know if they'll be able to hold out until then.

"Your Excellency, do you want to see me?" A voice broke the remaining wind's musings.

"Well, you're here!" Yu Feng raised his head, and in front of him was Chi Changqing, the titular supreme civil governor of Pyongyang.

"How much quilt have you prepared?" Yu Feng asked lightly.

Chi Changqing didn't know what this General Yu was going to do, these days, the orders he received could be described as strange, first Yu Feng asked him to concentrate the blacksmiths in the whole city, not to fight blades, to build iron chains, and each iron chain should not be less than ten zhang long, at least one hundred should be built. I don't know what to do with these things.

The chain has not been built yet, this lord began to ask him to collect quilts and straw again, fortunately, the weather is getting hotter now, the quilts are no longer needed, and it is not too difficult to collect, the question is, what do these things have to do with the upcoming Qing siege, is it that when the time comes, these fierce robbers will come over on horseback with knives and guns, and one person will give them a quilt and a bunch of straw to send them away?

"I've collected seven or eight warehouses, and there are some quilts and silk quilts, my lord, can you tell me what is the use of collecting these things!?" Although he had doubts, Chi Changqing still meticulously carried out Yu Feng's meaning, and now it is not a question of whether he can keep his power and wealth, but whether he can save his life, since it is related to defending the city, he will definitely not discount it at all.

Yu Feng shook his head with a smile, it wasn't that he didn't want to satisfy Chi Changqing's curiosity, but there were some things that would not be able to achieve the unexpected effect if they were leaked out early.

He clearly remembered that in the Battle of Ningyuan in the sixth year of the Apocalypse, these two weapons had been used in large quantities, of course, they also had a very nice name, one was called Iron Lock Hengjiang, and the other was called Ten Thousand Enemies.

Iron lock Hengjiang, that is, the red-hot iron chain, when the enemy is attacking the city, throw it under the city, this thing is more powerful than the traditional city defense tool what boiling oil, what night fragrance poisonous water, much stronger, those things, is just a point of killing, and this iron lock Hengjiang, has risen to the line of killing, now it's May, the soldiers will not wear too thick, most of them have changed into single clothes, wearing thin soldiers in the face of the burning red iron chain such a big killing weapon, it is simply wiped to death, next to death.

As for the quilt, it is naturally the material used to make ten thousand enemies, in the history of later generations, this is the ancestor of the Molotov cocktail, the quilt is spread with straw, and then wrapped in gunpowder in it, ignited and thrown under the city, the quilt stained with gunpowder began to burn violently, began to drift around, drifted to wherever it burned, as long as it is stained, it will fall into the sea of fire, even if it rolls on the spot, it has no effect, this is no longer a line kill, but a real face kill, killing everywhere. This kind of weapon may be useless in field warfare, but in the defense of the city, it is a first-class weapon.

It's a pity that this kind of tactic has been used by the Ming army during the Battle of Ningyuan, and I don't know if the Tartars still remember it freshly, but at this moment, Yu Feng hopes that the Tartars can heal their scars and forget the pain, perhaps, in a certain city in North Korea, seeing the defensive weapons they were once familiar with, they also have a bit of a cordial feeling.