Chen Kan and Zhou Shi sang and harmonized here, and instantly gained countless white eyes.

The camp was set up, and Chen Kan and Zhou Shi also tacitly stopped communicating.

This time the location of the camp was chosen by Fang Xu, there is a small piece of flat land between the two high and raised hills, behind the camp is the Onen River, and in front is a path only ten meters wide.

The two hills, which just block the view of Kent Hill to this side, are much less likely to be spotted by enemy scouts.

However, according to the news from the Ming army scouts, the camp tent under Kent Mountain was silent, and it seemed that there was no intention of sending scouts to explore the surrounding area.

It is estimated that the Ming army will not be able to fight here.

This has provided a lot of convenience for Chen Kan.

Of course, if Chen Kan was Ben Shiari, he would never have believed that a small Ming army of only 2,000 men would dare to approach the range of a hundred miles of Kent Mountain, and not only did he get closer, but he also set up a large camp under his nose.

As the saying goes, the most dangerous place is the safest, and in this wave, Fang Xu's main focus is a dark light.

It was getting late, and Chen Kan was sitting by the Onen River, struggling with a piece of dried meat in his hand with a bitter and hateful expression.

He had to admit that the Onen River at sunset was particularly beautiful, like a turquoise jade belt dotted on the gradually yellowing grassland.

It's a pity that such a beautiful river is not in the territory of Daming.

Looking at the gentle river in front of him, Chen Kan's heart couldn't help but fly back to Beijing.

I don't know what the big-eyed cute girl is doing now, whether she misses him, whether the three little guys have fallen behind in their studies, and whether their cement business has been done all over the Ming Dynasty.

There is also that Zhang Guan, now he should have reacted that he was cheated, I don't know if he ran to the Hou Mansion to scold the street.

After thinking about Beijing, I want Nanjing.

For a while, Chen Kan's thoughts were full of thoughts, and unconsciously, it had been more than a year since he left Nanjing, and he didn't know if the battle between Zhu Gaochu and Zhu Gaosui had come to an end, and who of the two of them had the upper hand?

There is also Annam, which was finally recovered, and whether it has been included in the territory of the Ming Dynasty.

There is also the Five Cities Terracotta Division, which should have become one of the two sharpest blades in Zhu Di's hands by now.

Ji Gang of Jinyiwei, Chen Ying, the imperial history of Zuodu, these two embarrassed guys, during the time when they were not in Nanjing, they killed a lot of loyal ministers, right?

One by one, familiar names came to Chen Kan's mind.

Li Jinglong, Fang Xiaoru, Chen Qia, Jian Yi, Song Li......

The familiar faces were turned out of the depths of Chen Kan's memory, and somehow, at this moment, he suddenly missed Fang Xiaoru very much.

I don't know if Fang Xiaoru can withstand Chen Ying and Ji Gang's yin damage methods, don't be stabbed by the two of them.

Thinking of the distant past, Chen Kan unconsciously gnawed the dried meat in his hand.

When the sun set, Chen Kan stood up and patted his buttocks, and when he returned to the camp, he covered his head and fell asleep.

He still has something to do tonight, and it's serious to take advantage of the fact that there is not time to replenish his sleep.

It was late at night, except for a few Ming soldiers who were still on guard, the rest of the people had already fallen asleep.

And the vigilant soldiers, without exception, holding an hourglass, seemed to be waiting for something.

"Goo~"

In the silent night sky, there was a sudden sound of night owls, if someone didn't sleep at this moment, they would definitely find that these sounds like night owls were not night owls, but a few Ming soldiers holding hourglasses.

At this moment, the hourglass in their hands has been drained.

Hearing the cooing sound coming from outside the camp, Chen Kan suddenly woke up from his dream, and then began to wear armor.

After a stick of incense, a team of about 100 people quietly broke away from the camp and went straight in the direction of Kent Mountain, led by Chen Kan.

And this time, the reason why Chen Kan did not advance with a large army was that he was afraid that the noise would be too loud, which would arouse the vigilance of the Kent Mountain sweat tent.

On the third watch, Chen Kan had already approached a playground thirty miles away from the camp on Mount Kent with a team of 100 people.

Thirty miles, such a close distance, if the Tartars were to find out, they would surely die without a whole body.

After all, according to the information sent back by the scouts, there were 30,000 troops stationed in Kent Mountain.

Chen Kan was riding on a horse, biting a wooden stick in his mouth, so nervous that his palms were sweating.

It was on the outskirts of the camp on Mount Kent, and you could already see the Tartar army patrolling the camp with torches.

"Master Hou, we can't go any further, otherwise our whereabouts will be exposed."

Fang Xu took the wooden stick from his mouth and said in a voice that only the two of them could hear.

Chen Kan gritted his teeth, then shook his head and said: "Thirty miles is still too far, once the fire burns, it is very likely that they will be allowed to escape, and then approach the range of ten miles!" ”

Fang Xu wanted to persuade again, but Chen Kan had already cleared the grass and slowly advanced towards the camp in Kent Mountain.

The quiet grassland is glittering with stars, and it is the fireflies that attract their mates.

Ten miles away, Chen Kan led a team of 100 people under his command for half an hour.

Fortunately, there was no danger, and the scattered Tartar scouts did not find any trace of them.

"Action!"

Chen Kan lowered his voice, took the lead in pulling out the long knife at his waist, and quickly began to mow the grass.

It's the end of July, and the wind isn't too strong, so before setting the fire, Chen Kan has to make a barrier first, otherwise if the fire starts, it is very likely that it will burn back along the hay.

If you really let the fire burn back, the 2,000 Ming soldiers will be finished.

As a connoisseur of arson, he knew very well that it would only be a blink of an eye for such a fire to spread.

He didn't want to die in the hands of the Tartars, but in the fire he had set up himself.

Seeing that Chen Kan started to do it, the others were not idle, and they started to mow the grass one after another.

Of course, no one dared to make too much of a move, after all, it was too close to the camp in Kent Hill.

More than 100 people are doing their work, and the speed is naturally not slow.

Chen Kan also doesn't need a long isolation zone, a few kilometers long and thirty or forty meters wide.

This bit of work must be done before dawn.

As for the cut grass, it was just used as fuel for the fire.

There was a sound of rustling, and in a short time a high wall of withered yellow hay rose out of thin air.

All this was covered by the darkness of the night, and the distant Tartar scouts did not notice it.

On the fifth watch, even the Tartar scouts patrolling around Mount Kent began to shrink their defenses.

The fifth watch day is the most weary time of the day.

Those who fall asleep will only sleep more deeply, while those who are not asleep will also be sleepy at this time.

This is the reason why Chen Kan must choose to do this at night, only at night, can they successfully clear a barrier without being detected by the Tartars.

Everything went smoothly, looking at the one-person-high haystack in front of him, Chen Kan filled a handful of grass on it, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and suddenly showed a satisfied smile on his face.

The sky is getting brighter and brighter, and the morning stars on the horizon are getting darker and darker.

At this time, it was time for the Tartar scouts to change shifts.

The Tartar scouts who had nourished enough energy were really not comparable to those tired Tartar scouts last night, and at a glance, they found that there was an extra wall of grass several kilometers long in the distance.

One of the Tartar scouts frowned slightly, and then muttered to himself, "It's not yet the season to store forage." ”

Mongolian: "Who, go and see which tribe has stockpiled the grass for that grass wall, and why didn't you report it before?" ”

A general-like Tartar pointed to the grass wall in the distance and gave a command, and suddenly several horsemen rushed towards the grass wall.

The grass wall was high enough to block the Tartar scout's line of sight, so that the Tartar scouts could not see the Ming army hiding behind the grass wall.

Li Rang saw through a gap and found several horsemen coming in this direction, and with a smirk took out the fire fold he was carrying from his arms.

The other soldiers had learned and learned, and they were blowing fire folds one after another, waiting for Chen Kan to give an order.

The scout of the Tartars was getting closer and closer, and Chen Kan waited until he could see the face of the person who came, and then climbed onto the war horse with a gloomy face.

Then he casually threw the fire fold in his hand on the grass wall.

The hay was lit at a moment, first a small cluster of flames rose, and as the rest of the soldiers threw the fire into the grass wall, almost in an instant, the grass wall became a wall of fire.

Today's weather is good, with clear skies and cloudless skies.

The clear blue sky is just a sight to behold.

However, all this will be destroyed by a fire.

The height of the wall of fire jumped more than ten meters high in an instant, and a breeze struck, and the vertical wall of fire fell instantly.

Chen Kan led the soldiers through the isolation zone and stood still in the direction where the southeast wind was blowing.

The sudden flames made the time and space in front of Chen Kan's eyes begin to distort.

A terrible and frightened scream came from behind the wall of fire, but it was like listening to the ears of the Ming army.

"It's out of the water, put out the fire~"

The mournful shouts instantly resounded through the grassland.

The fire spread faster than Chen Kan imagined, obviously it was just a breeze, but when he looked at it again, there was already a sea of fire in front of him.

The billowing smoke adds a touch of color to the clear blue sky.

Chen Kan watched coldly as the fire spread rapidly towards Kent Mountain, and there was no expression on his face.

It was a group of Ming soldiers who were clustered around Chen Kan, and the sound of cooing and swallowing saliva was endless.

It seems that he was frightened by the fire he set up himself.

The sound of the breeze whining sprinkled the flames over the grassland, and in the blink of an eye, the sea of fire had spread for miles.

At this time, the Tartar had no time to care why such a fire would suddenly open up in the grassland, and the scout who first noticed the fire galloped in the direction of Kent Mountain, and he had given up the idea of extinguishing the fire.

All that was left was the thought of how to escape from the flames.

It's a pity that no matter how fast he gallops on horseback, he can't ride the fire in the wind.

The fire behind him was getting closer and closer, and although he had already pushed the war horse under his crotch to the extreme, he still couldn't avoid the tragedy of being swallowed by the sea of fire.