"Oh, take it, it's for life!"

Back in the tent, Chen Kan threw a small pistol to Cheng Feng.

Cheng Feng stretched out his hand to take it, looked left and right at the items in his hand, and his face suddenly showed surprise.

"Master Hou, this... This is a fire gun, why is it so small? ”

Chen Kan said with some pain: "Whether you call him a firearm or a pistol, it's just a name anyway, this is a new product from the Ordnance Supervisor, and Ben Hou only has three in his hand, so it's cheap for you." ”

That's right, since the weapons supervisor researched the short gun, the technology update iteration has been getting faster and faster.

And the short gun that Chen Kan handed to Cheng Feng was not much different from the pistols of later generations, which was the latest new product researched by the Ordnance Supervisor during this time.

From the bird's gun, to the fire gun, to the short gun, and finally to this short gun, which is not too much different from a pistol, in just two years, the development of firearms in the Ming Dynasty has been changing with each passing day.

Although the technical support provided by Chen Kan is indispensable, it is enough to prove the creative ability of the craftsmen of the Ming Dynasty.

Hearing that Chen Kan only had three such pistols in his hand, Cheng Feng immediately smiled and put the pistol into his arms.

This time, the team marching into the steppe was not equipped with bows and arrows, but each had a long fire gun and a short fire gun.

Now, he's the exception.

With three firearms in hand, he was sure to crush the Tartar army stationed at the exit of the Sambula River in one fell swoop.

"Get out of here, I'll be angry when I see you."

Seeing his smiling appearance, Chen Kan couldn't help but be angry in his heart, and pointed to the gate of the camp and gave an order to evict the guests.

Cheng Feng was not annoyed, and rushed out of the big tent happily, he planned to show off his new toys in front of those guys.

Sending Cheng Feng away, Chen Kan also stuffed the remaining two pistols into his arms.

One of them will be handed over to Fang Xu tomorrow.

After nibbling on some dry food, Chen Kan slept with his clothes, since he decided to attack, it was naturally better to attack at night.

So at the third watch, Chen Kan got up from the bed.

When Chen Kan prepared everything, the soldiers were also ready to fight

Looking at the murderous aura on the faces of the soldiers, Chen Kan couldn't help but take a deep breath, and then began to give orders.

Needless to say, the candidate for the charge is naturally Cheng Feng, but the task of cutting off the scouts of the Tartar army made Chen Kan a little entangled.

He originally wanted to give this task to Fang Xu, but Fang Xu said that he didn't say anything, his reasons were also very sufficient, he was Chen Kan's personal soldier, how could there be a reason for his personal soldier to leave the main general to carry out the mission?

Then there was Zhou Shi, and Zhou Shi was also unwilling, because he felt that he could do it by sending a team to intercept and kill scouts, and he, the deputy general, naturally wanted to stay and command the army.

Chen Kan thought about it, and it seemed to make some sense.

Then it had to be postponed in turn, and in the end, this task fell on Cen Gu, the head of a thousand households.

After receiving the order, Cen Gu's eyes were a little resentful, he was here to kill the Tartars to make military achievements, but he was marginalized at the beginning.

Chen rubbed his eyebrows and said with relief: "After entering the grassland, there are many opportunities to kill the Tartars, besides, the scouts of the Tartar army are not also killing the Tartars, rest assured, the next time there is a main attack mission, Ben Hou will definitely let you take the lead." ”

Hearing Chen Kan say this, Cen Gu's face looked good.

Twenty people were allocated to Cen Gu to leave first, and Chen Kan and the rest of the soldiers sneaked towards the Tartars' camp in the dark of the moonlight.

Walking to the edge of the forest, the endless grassland shimmered silver in the moonlight.

The location of the camp of the 5,000-strong army of the Tartars was easy to identify, because they had built a bonfire in the middle of the camp, and the bonfire reflected half of the sky in fiery red, so Chen Kan found the camp of the Tartars without much effort.

After entering the grassland, without the dense forest as a cover, everyone's traces were completely exposed to the moonlight.

Chen Kan put the wooden stick on his chest into his mouth, and the other soldiers did the same.

The horse's hooves were wrapped in sackcloth, and a cage beak was put between the mouth and nose to ensure that the horse did not make a sound.

Everyone touched in the direction of the flames.

During this period, several fresh corpses were also found, and Cen Gu was a little ruthless, because he didn't even let go of the war horse.

A rider came in the distance, a scout who went to inquire about the news.

"Master Hou, the Tartar camp is three miles ahead, and the surrounding scouts have been cleaned up by General Cen."

The scout conveyed to Chen Kan in a very small voice that the scout had been cleared.

Cheng Feng and Chen Kan, who were walking in the front, glanced at each other, and then nodded tacitly.

Chen Kan is not a peerless general, but the chief general of the first army, so it is not his turn to charge.

Cheng Feng took off the long fire gun that was pinned immediately, and the dark barrel of the gun was a little strange illuminated by the moonlight.

Seeing Cheng Feng's movements, five hundred people were instantly separated from the follow-up team to follow him, and the rest of the people scattered to the left and right, except for a few personal guards who followed Chen Kan's side, all the soldiers took action.

According to what was discussed last night, Cheng Feng led five hundred people to charge head-on, first using firearms to solve the Tartars patrolling the periphery, and the rest of the people were divided into left and right wings to outflank.

When Cheng Feng's fire gun fired three volleys, it would bypass the camp gate, luring the Tartar army into pursuit, creating an opportunity for the left and right flanks to massacre.

Without shouting slogans or making any movement, the five hundred cavalry led by Cheng Feng began to charge in a wild goose formation.

"Knock knock~"

I have to admit that Chen Kan's luck this time is surprisingly good, he has already touched the place of three miles of the Tartar camp and has not been discovered by the Tartars.

The movement of the cavalry charge could not be concealed from the Tartar guards, but when they heard the footsteps, Cheng Feng was only two miles away from the Tartar camp.

Mongolian: "Enemy Attack~"

Heart-rending shouts resounded through the Tartar camp, and the patrolling Tartar soldiers suddenly rang the gong in their hands.

"Bang~"

The sound of the gong could be heard clearly even by Chen Kan, who was three miles away.

Chen Kan marched slowly, and there was a high and raised hill in front of him, and he planned to stand on the hill to see the war of this era with his own eyes.

It is also possible to judge the confrontation between hot weapons and cold weapons by the way.

The Tartar camp panicked in an instant, and the firelight instantly stained the sky red.

The cavalry under Cheng Feng's command kept the goose line in a flying formation, which had the advantage of not accidentally injuring the teammates in front of him when firing.

When the Tartar army finally woke up in a panic, the cavalry under Cheng Feng's command was less than a mile away from the main camp.

"Put!"

Finally, when the distance was close to three hundred meters, and Cheng Feng was able to take advantage of the moonlight and firelight to see the panicked expression on the Tartar's face, he rode on his horse and fired the first shot.

"Bang~Bang~Bang~"

Dense gunfire rang out, and the army that the Tartars had managed to gather was suddenly empty.

At least 100 people died under the guns of Cheng Feng and others.

Mongolian: "What's the situation?" ”

"They have firearms, hidden!"

A terrible cry sounded, and the remaining Mongols suddenly woke up from a dream.

Mongolian: "Archer, counterattack!" ”

I don't know which Tartar officer gave the order to counterattack, but at this time, the Tartar army had not even fully formed, so how could it be possible to organize an effective counterattack?

"Bang Bang Bang~"

There was another burst of gunfire, and the Tartars fell again in a large piece, and the cries and screams of slaughter rang out, and at last a few sparse arrows were shot from the battalion.

It's a pity that it's not accurate at all, and it's still a long way from the rain of arrows.

"Shoot!"

Seeing that the Tartar camp was getting closer and closer, Cheng Feng calmly commanded the troops to fire the third shot.

Then, as the team approached the camp, it split into two teams in an instant, one to the left and one to the right.

Now that the soldiers of the Ming army have such sharp weapons as firearms, they don't have to lead the cavalry to charge the battle with effort.

The two teams turned a corner on the left and right, and then turned back to form a wild goose formation, and then the second slaughter.

This time, the Tartars finally began to organize an effective counterattack, but unfortunately the range of the bow and arrow was not as good as that of the firearms, and it was still only a one-sided slaughter.

Mongolian: "There are only 500 of them, get on their horses and chase them, get close to them." ”

Finally, a Mongolian high-level found out the clue and prepared to organize cavalry to start the pursuit.

But the camp was already in chaos, and many of the Tartar soldiers who had lucky enough not to die under the fire were frightened.

In particular, the two sides have not yet engaged in a short encounter, and the other side has caused hundreds of casualties to their own side with just one charge.

This led to even greater panic in the camp.

The massacre was a completely one-sided massacre, and the Tartars didn't even touch the corners of the Ming army's clothes, but hundreds of people had already died under the fire.

Standing on top of the protruding hill, Chen Kan saw the whole picture by the moonlight and the firelight of the Tartar camp.

Seeing such a scene, Chen Kan couldn't help but think of my Qing Dynasty in later generations, and the people of the Qing Dynasty at that time were also so helpless in the face of the artillery fire of foreigners, right?

Fortunately, when he comes, Daming will no longer die in the Xiaoice River like in later generations, and Daming will have more advanced firearms than those foreigners.

The foreigners want to slaughter the Han people, so I will slaughter your ancestors first.

The grassland, however, is the first stop.

After retracting his thoughts, Chen Kan continued to set his sights on the battlefield.

After all, the Tartars organized cavalry to chase them out, but the lethality of their bows and arrows to the Ming army was really limited.

The bow and arrow fell on the armor of the Ming army, scratching at most a scratch, while the bullets of the Ming army, shot on the leather armor of the Tartar cavalry, were often able to penetrate the body.

The war scene in front of us is a good reflection of what is called dimensionality reduction strike.

Listening to the terrible shouts and screams at the bottom of the mountain, Chen Kan couldn't help but look in the east and west directions.

Because of these two directions, there are two cavalry outflanking, but these two armies belong to the Ming Dynasty.

The number of Tartar troops pursuing Cheng Feng was three times that of Cheng Feng and others, that is to say, if this group was killed, there would only be three thousand people left in the Tartar camp.

It seems that things are going more smoothly than I imagined.