Without a watch, Wang Wu didn't know what time it was, whether it was before or after the wee hours of the morning.

But he knew it was all worth it.

Cizhu cage, right in front of you!

In the dense forest behind them, 196 warriors who dared to die sat quietly on the ground.

Very quiet, with occasional coughing.

Three more people were killed on the way.

One person stumbled and fell off a cliff, another fell into a bottomless pit, and one unfortunately slipped down a hill while reaching out to drag his teammates.

Together with Chen Wu, who sacrificed his life by climbing the cliff, on the way to Cizhulong, the Ming army paid a total of four lives.

Fortunately, the rest of the people finally saw the place for which they were going to fight.

In the distance, the fire raised by the Manchurian soldiers in the fortress pointed out the direction of the Ming army's attack.

The resting soldiers of the Ming army silently devoured dry food in the forest, and went down with cold water in gourds or skin bags.

The Ming army, which had filled their bellies, began to inspect their weapons and make final preparations for the upcoming fierce battle.

At this time, if a beam of light shines, you can see the Ming army in the forest who are wiping long knives and constantly adjusting bowstrings.

Wang Wu was also packing up his equipment, in addition to the cotton armor on his body, he had a big knife lengthened with a wooden handle.

What made Kang En on the side doubly strange was that the old man of the Ming army did not wipe the knife or reinforce the handle with something, but tore a white cloth from his body and tightly wrapped the handle with his right hand.

After getting up and slashing at the void several times, making sure that the long knife would never be taken off unless his hand was broken, Wang Wufang nodded in satisfaction.

"Fifth brother!"

Gou Yu and dumb Zhu San each brought two agile soldiers to Wang Wu in the dark.

The two of them will quietly touch the outside of the Cizhulong military fortress from two directions, find out the defensive measures of the Manchurian soldiers in the fortress, and provide sufficient information for the next attack.

"Be careful."

Wang Wu didn't say much, and leaned the long knife in his hand on his right shoulder.

After Gou Yu and Zhu San took the people away, Wang Wu asked Kang Enbei Ci about the situation of the bamboo cage defenders.

Kang Enbei said that Cizhulong is the station of Du Min, the deputy capital, so in addition to the more than 400 people in the seventh leader, there is also a team of Goshha directly under Du Min, about 30 people.

In addition, Goshha, who led Yebu and others, and Baitanga, who accompanied the army, together were between five and six hundred men.

The strength of the enemy is three to one.

Wang Wu didn't have any worries about this.

Because the Ming army took advantage of the surprise, and the late night blocked the Qing army's line of sight, and at the same time, the Ming army's attack movement was magnified several times or even dozens of times.

Therefore, as long as the Ming army can attack the stockade, even if there are thousands of Manchurian soldiers inside, they will be crushed by the sudden attack of the Ming army, and it will be difficult to form effective resistance in a short time.

What's more, Wang Wu's target is Du Min, the former enemy commander-in-chief of the Qing army, as long as Du Min, the "brain" of the Qing army, can be eliminated, no matter how many Manchurian soldiers there are, they will be in chaos because of the leaderless dragons.

Solve Du Min's task, Wang Wu took it on his own.

Gou Yu and Zhu San quickly came back, although the Manchurian soldiers in Cizhulong had multiple sentry posts, and the Manchurian soldiers on duty were also very dutiful, they still failed to find the Ming army that sneaked under their noses.

"There are more than ten Tartars guarding the gate, and there are three Tartars on each side of the gate, and there will be a patrol of Tartar soldiers passing through the gate in about half an hour..."

Gou Yu and Zhu San reported in detail the situation they had detected.

The dog is left, and Zhu San is gesturing.

If it weren't for Wang Wu staying with Zhu San for a long time, I'm afraid he wouldn't be able to figure out what Zhu San was talking about for a while.

After a brief discussion with Zhao Jinzhong, a simple battle plan was released.

The plan was for Zhao Jinzhong to lead the archers to sneak within the range of bows and arrows outside the wall, and then take advantage of the unpreparedness of the Manchurian soldiers to suddenly attack, and after the Manchurian soldiers on the gate and the watchtower were eliminated, the follow-up men and horses of the Ming army were led by Wang Wu to break into the wall.

There is nothing fancy, the spell is a fast.

Orders for battle were passed down from mouth to mouth until every soldier knew them clearly.

Finally, looking at the subordinates who swore to fight against him, Wang Wu gave the last order: "After attacking it, one kills, and the other sets fire, do you understand!" ”

Concise.

"Understood!"

Everyone nodded in unison, their voices small but full of strength.

"Okay, life and death are all in peace!"

Wang Wu turned around and held the big knife that was leaning on his right shoulder in his hand, took a breath after sitting, and took the lead towards the burning bamboo cage.

..........

"Give me some spirit one by one, Lord Dutong will take us to capture the two puppet kings of the Han people tomorrow, if this can be captured alive..."

On duty tonight is the Xiao Riding School Wahuda, a distant nephew of the Auxiliary Minister Sonny, whose old surname is Hesheri.

Therefore, Vat Da often bragged to others about him, who was the auxiliary minister, Sammafa, but the problem was that Sammafa didn't know that there was such a nephew, otherwise why would he have to bring this nephew with him.

Those who are familiar with Wahuda also know that this kid likes to brag and likes to climb relatives with the auxiliary minister, but because Wahuda is generous and often pays for his colleagues to eat and drink, he is also very popular.

Ben Zuo led a family to marry a daughter-in-law or a daughter-in-law, and Wahda must have been the first to appear.

Just now, Wahuda received a notice from the above, saying that he might pull out the camp to capture the puppet king of the Han people tomorrow, if it succeeds, the above staff leaders and assistant leaders will have at least one future, and the following horsemen, including the armored people, will at least start half a future.

This made Wahuda very excited, three years ago he earned half a future in Yunnan, if he got another half a future, he would be able to get the title of Wupin Tuosha Lahafan, and even with this six-grade Xiao Riding School, he could be promoted to the leader of the fifth grade.

At that time, not only will there be a lot more, but if the green camp is released, it can be used again, so that when he is old, he can also mix with the capital division, garrison or something, and it will be stronger than the Xiao Riding School who has to personally lead people to stand guard and watch now.

It's a good thing, of course, we have to let the people in armor know that everyone is happy together, and tomorrow we will work hard to earn the future, and by the way, we will send the two Han bullshit princes to Jingshi Lingchi.

A group of armored men guarding the door listened to what Wahuda said, of course, they were all happy, and some even imagined that if he captured the two puppet kings alive, wouldn't he be able to immediately be promoted to the third level and be on an equal footing with Lord Zuoling.

This is a good thing, and Wahda thinks about it.

With a smile, he threw the Shaqi horse in the bag in his hand to his men in armor for use.

Shaqima is the favorite dessert snack of the Manchurians, that is, the noodles are fried and mixed with sugar, the taste is crispy and soft, sweet and delicious.

Whether at home or on an expedition, the Manchurian soldiers liked to carry some sand horses with them.

"Save it, hey, I said Bada, you're not afraid of choking... When you go back, you all bring a letter to your family, and ask your family to send some to come, so that you don't have to eat me one by one..."

Wadda said this, but he didn't stop his armor-clad men from snatching his Shaqima away, and was about to tell the gluttonous to keep an eye on the outside, when something came from his ears.

I couldn't help but turn my head to look at the left side of the gate with some doubts, and dozens of sharp arrows were being thrown down at high speed towards the position where he was standing.

With a "whoosh" sound, the armored man Bada with his mouth stuffed with a shaqi horse sprayed Vat Da's face with blood.

A sharp arrow emerges from Bada's mouth.

On the arrow, there is a half-piece of Shaqi horse that has not been dissolved by saliva.