As soon as the surrounding area calmed down, there was a "bang" sound. The main entrance of a barracks was violently knocked open. Three Mongolian soldiers armed with machetes rushed out of the barracks.
"Ah... hey... ah... hey..." They murmured vaguely, and as they walked forward, they chopped the air with a machete, and pointed at the Ming army in the dark.
"What's wrong with the Mongolian?" The third son asked the old Liang beside him in a low voice.
"They can't support it anymore, the Mongols are crazy." Lao Liang stared at the three Mongols closely.
"Can't they support it? They stay in the warm barracks, and it's not cold." The third son was puzzled.
"Boy, you are not one of them. I don't understand their plight at the moment." Lao Liang thought the three sons were so cute. If he had a third hand, he would definitely touch the three sons' heads. "They are not cold, but they have no food There is no drink, no hope. Once it shows up, it will become the target of the flintlock. Even if it does not show up, it will become the target tomorrow."
The third son shrank his neck, only to realize his naivety.
The three Mongolian soldiers chopped the air as they walked, but the air was weak, and they soon felt weak. At this time, they saw the torch burning ahead.
The three cheered, dragged the scimitar behind them, and quickly rushed to the torch in front.
A Mongolian soldier rushed to the forefront. He was ready to chop. He was estimating that if he went down hard, he would be able to chop at least five torches.
"Bang, bang, bang..."
The flintlock bullets intertwined in front of the Mongols into a dense firepower net, ruthlessly penetrated into the Mongols' body.
The three Mongolian soldiers stagnated and stopped completely.
The Mongolian soldier in the front had the most shots. His chest was beaten into a hornet's nest. The blood flowed out from the bullet holes and converged on the outside of the leather armor.
He didn't have time to check his wound. At a distance of twenty steps from the torch, his body tilted and fell to the left.
It would also be contagious if he fell. The two Mongolian soldiers who followed him only glanced at the torch in front of him, and each fell into the cold wind in the middle of the night.
"Three fools!" The third son cursed.
"Three sons, the Mongols are crazy, so quickly fill up the ammunition to prevent them from breaking through." Lao Liang was loading the ammunition while looking nervously at the door of the Mongolian barracks.
There were no Mongols at the entrance of the barracks, and they did not break through for the time being.
I don't know when, there were rapid footsteps behind them.
Three sons tight: "Old Liang..."
Old Liang listened carefully: "It should be our people. They are here to replace us. We can go back to rest."
Sanzi turned his head and looked back, seeing nothing in the darkness.
But a familiar voice came from the darkness on the right: "Attention, everyone, it's time to change defenses. Take your own things and prepare to go back."
The third son laughed: "I can finally go back, this nasty gale..."
Old Liang was silent, he quickly packed his equipment, and there was some loss in his eyes: the Mongols were so brave, and there were only so few people who walked out of the barracks.
The time when Zi Chou is handed over is when people are most sleepy and tired.
In the Mongolian barracks, in a large barracks on the left side, several horses rang suddenly. The Ming soldiers who had just changed their defenses were heartened: How come there are horses in the middle of the night? What are the Mongolians going to do
The front door of the barracks opened suddenly, and Mongolian horses gushing out of the barracks like tides.
A hundred war horses were followed by Mongolian soldiers.
"The Mongols are going to break through."
The commander in front of the Ming army was the regiment commander Lin Xiao. Not long after he took over the defense, he encountered the Mongols breaking through. No one could see his face in the darkness, whether it was annoyance or excitement.
The Mongolian war horse is close to the range of the flintlock.
Lin Xiao stared at the Mongols' horses: The Mongols followed the horses. Is this going to use horses to attack the Ming army's position
Whether it is a man or a horse, the target of the flintlock is the one that enters the range of the flintlock.
Lin Xiao shouted in a low voice: "The first row of gunmen, shoot, target the horse."
"boom."
"boom."
"boom."
…
The flintlock fired, and the more than 20 war horses that rushed to the front fell down. The more than 10 war horses following them were also shot.
As long as the flintlock bullet is not hitting the vital part, the horse will not fall for a while, but the injured horse will not only scream up to the sky, but the pace will also be messy, some to the left, some to the right.
The horses further behind were blocked by these dead and wounded horses, and the speed of the impact was obviously slowed down.
The Mongols adjusted the formation of their horses, and then drove them behind them. They obviously used the horses as a shield.
"Continue shooting, the target is still the horse."
The gunmen completed a wave of shooting, and dozens of horses fell to the ground. As long as the horses that fell to the ground were not dead, they would mourn a few times, and it sounded particularly alarming in the night.
Seeing the heavy casualties of the horse, the Mongolian soldiers no longer hid behind the horse. The Mongols headed by the horse casually grabbed a horse and flew up.
The last more than 30 war horses carried the same number of Mongolian soldiers without slowing down at all. They rushed directly to the Ming army’s gun array.
"The Mongols are about to break through, continue shooting."
"boom."
"boom."
"boom."
…
It was the turn of the third row of gunmen to shoot. More than 30 Mongolian soldiers had all fallen off their horses. Either a man was shot and fell directly from the horse, or a horse was shot to set off the soldier, or the man and horse were shot together and fell together .
The deceased was dead, and the wounded Mongolian soldiers were crawling and rolling on the ground, and they screamed sternly. The night was quite grim.
The soldiers of the Ming Army did not have time to listen to these voices.
Soldiers who have just fired are quickly loading ammunition. Soldiers who don’t need to load ammunition directly ignore these wounded soldiers. They keep a close eye on the Mongolian soldiers behind. The Mongolian soldiers are still out of the flintlock range, and the gunmen are holding them. They can't help it.
The Mongolian soldiers had no horses. They were grouped together and temporarily stopped advancing. A torch not far away shone on their side faces, their faces were bright or dark, and they looked more and more gloomy.
They no longer had the courage to break through. Dozens of Mongolian soldiers stood there for a while in the aftermath of the torch. They did not look at the dead, horses and wounded soldiers on the ground, and went back to the barracks with their heads down.
Only then did the gunmen of the Ming army shift their sights to the wounded soldiers on the ground. The wounded soldiers who could stand up shaking would be given a shot. There were no soldiers standing, and the muzzle adjusted to the ground. Mongolia was able to crawl and even move. Soldiers will also be given a shot, which is considered to be practicing marksmanship.
The sporadic gunfire finally stopped completely, and the outside of the barracks fell silent again.
At dawn, several Mongolian soldiers’ barracks opened suddenly.
"Squeak, squeak..."
This time, the Mongols did not sneak out, they swaggered out from the main entrance.
Lin Xiao couldn't figure it out: "What are the Mongolians going to do? They don't have any horses, can they still fly away?"
A Mongolian soldier walking in the front had a white cloth wrapped around his right hand, perhaps a shirt. As he walked, he desperately waved the white cloth of his right hand to the Ming army.
"Tuanzuo, what are the Mongols doing? Can a piece of white cloth replace their lives?"
Lin Xiao understood a little: "The Mongols may have to surrender."
The Mongolian soldiers on the opposite side seemed to have heard Lin Xiao's words. They untied the curved bows and quiver behind them one by one, weighed them in their hands for a while, and finally threw them to the ground, and untied the scimitars from their waists, together with the scabbard. , Threw it together.
Dozens of people’s bows and arrows and machetes were piled on the ground into a hill.
Lin Xiao really wanted to ask them whether they wanted to surrender or what rituals the Mongols had before they died.
However, I asked all the soldiers of the Ming army, none of them knew Mongolian, and the Mongols on the opposite side didn't seem to speak Chinese either.
"Everyone closely monitors, don't shoot lightly."
The Mongolian soldiers had their heads drooped, their eyes were hollow, and they no longer had contempt for the Han people. They raised their hands one by one and walked towards the torch in front of the Ming army.
Lin Xiao named four soldiers: "Go up and tie them and see how they react."
Four soldiers in pairs, holding ropes slowly greeted the Mongolian soldiers. Seeing the Mongolian soldiers didn't want to do anything, they became bolder.
Wiping their shoulders and folding their arms together, the two Mongolian soldiers remained motionless, allowing the Ming army soldiers to tie them firmly.
"Go up a few more people and tie them all up." Lin Xiao was already convinced that the Mongols had really surrendered.
A few more Ming soldiers, holding ropes, went up to meet the Mongols.
The Mongolian soldiers cooperated very well, raising their hands and arms, and the Ming army soldiers bound them one by one.
Lin Xiao counted the thirty-eight Mongolian soldiers. He didn’t know if there were Mongols still hidden in the barracks. Perhaps these Mongols surrendered and the Ming army withdrew. There were still one or two important leaders hidden in the barracks. Maybe the Ming army will flee after leaving.
Now the sky was faintly bright, the light in the barracks was not good, and nothing could be seen clearly, Lin Xiao had to look at the 38 Mongolian soldiers first, and then waited for dawn.
After the dawn, the Ming army thoroughly searched all the barracks and found no one hiding in the barracks. Facts have proved that the Mongols do not have as many guts as Lin Xiao.
Lin Xiao personally escorted the Mongolian soldiers and returned to Shen Shiqiang.
Shen Shiqiang had just gotten up and was washing his face on the chopping board under the service of the soldiers.
"Master!" Lin Xiao asked others to wait outside, and he entered Shen Shiqiang's hall alone.
"Before it's time to change defense, Lin Tuanzuo came so early, there must be some good news?" Shen Shiqiang wiped the warm water from his face while giving up his seat to Lin Xiao.
"Master, the Mongols have surrendered."
"Oh? It's been a long time since I heard the message of the Mongols surrendering. Let's talk about how the Mongols surrendered." Shen Shiqiang dropped the towel, picked up the hot tea, and sat down on the main seat opposite Lin Xiao.
"Master, the Mongols' horses have been destroyed by us, and they have no way to escape." Lin Xiao Jiang said in detail last night.
"Okay! The Mongols have surrendered, and Guangning has finally returned to Daming in its entirety." Shen Shiqiang's fingers tapped the table lightly, "Lin Xiao, go, let's report to the army seat together."