Three Ming soldiers approached step by step.
The Jurchen soldier drooped his upper eyelids, desperate and unwilling. When he fell from the horse just now, his wooden bow had been broken, his right arm was hit by a flintlock bullet again, and he was already unable to hold a knife.
He drew a knife with his left hand, guarding his chest, and cursed in his mouth: "Thief Ming Army knows about sneak attack..."
What he was talking about, Ming Jun didn't understand at all. In fact, whether he could understand or not, the result is the same.
"Don't talk to him, hurry up!" A voice came from the ground.
"Bang, bang, bang."
Three flintlock bullets penetrated into the body from the front chest, and three blood arrows reflected off the front chest.
The Jurchen soldier slanted, and the Ming army soldier quickly rose up in his eyes, the autumn wind blew, and with a "slap", he fell on his back, and the fingers of his left hand holding the knife quivered slightly.
On the slope, withered grass turned, a large wooden plank was lifted, revealing a huge cave below, and eight soldiers dressed in gray cloth climbed out of the cave.
The squad leader made a gesture: "Quickly, drag Jian slave's body into the cave, cut off the first level, and clean the battlefield."
None of the other soldiers spoke. They threw the bodies of six Jurchen soldiers into the cave in two groups, cut off their heads, wrapped them in kraft paper, and hung them on horsebacks.
Some people filled the soil with a spade hidden in the cave, and some began to clean the blood stains on the ground.
The six Jurchen horses, including the wounded horse, were taken away by the Ming army.
The blood stains were swept clean, the cave was also covered by floating soil, and the slope was quiet again, as if the battle had never happened before.
As the dusk approached, the gunfire of the Ming army gradually disappeared from Mangguertai's ears. Perhaps the Ming army went back to eat. Mangultai called a soldier: "How about the loss during the day?"
"Master Belle, we just calculated that we have sent eleven groups of chasing soldiers. So far, no soldier has returned. In addition, five sentries were shot and killed by the Ming army..."
"What about the Ming army? How many casualties did the Ming army have?"
Mangguertai originally expected the Ming army to lose several times or even dozens of times as much as theirs. Now it is not realistic to think about it. If the Ming army's casualties are similar to theirs, the face can be justified.
But Dajin Nation can't afford to consume it. The number of Han is dozens of times that of Jurchens, possibly more than a hundred times. If both sides suffer one-on-one casualties, Jurchens will soon become extinct.
The soldier's answer made Mang Gurtai cry silently: "I don't know the casualties of the Ming army. We haven't seen the casualties of Ming army soldiers."
Mangguer sat back down on the bed, his eyes drifting away, and the night would soon come. I don't know how many of his soldiers will disappear into this boundless night.
But, what can we do at dawn? After dawn, the soldiers continued to suffer casualties. Could it be that Yue Tuo's inlaid red flag fell bit by bit like this
In the camp of the Ming army, several officers dressed in grey cloth were eating hot soup and rice at the same table.
Yuan Chonghuan swallowed a large piece of pork belly with refined fat and fat. "Your Majesty's hornet tactics and pocket tactics really work."
"Commander, Your Majesty is thousands of miles away, how can he be so clear about the situation on the front line-he is more accurate than us frontline officers." Du Wenhuan just swallowed a mouthful of white rice.
"Who knows?" Yuan Chonghuan also took a sip of white rice. "Maybe your Majesty has studied the terrain of Liaodong, maybe your Majesty has studied the cavalry who built slaves. There are so many things in your Majesty that people can't see through--- ----The majesty of the sky is unpredictable, so don't think too much about it, and talk about the harvest today
Du Wenhuan smiled: "What's not good today, only the first rank of more than 70 slaves has been cut."
Yuan Chonghuan picked a tender cabbage from the vegetable bowl on the table and put it into his mouth: "In just three days, the loss of building a slave has been close to two thousand, right? Hai Dongqing said, Mang Gu Ertai only has six armors and nine thousand soldiers. Can they afford it?"
Du Wenhuan lowered his head and grabbed a large piece of meat, threw it into his mouth, and when he chewed, the oil dripped out of his mouth, "Yes, if you continue to consume it like this, within two months, the Zhenglan flag will be exhausted--- ----Jurchen Eight Banners can only be changed to Jurchen Six Banners, haha, haha..."
Yuan Chonghuan nodded, "Sooner or later Mang Gurtai loses without pants--how about the loss of the Fourth Division?"
"Not many. Today, every death and injury were shot by Jian Slave's bow and arrow." There was no undead in the war, and Du Wenhuan didn't care about this loss.
"The fourth division is almost done, and soon it will be the turn of the fifth and sixth divisions. Mangguertai came to Guangning from a long distance, and there is no reason not to attack the city. This time, the first division serves as a preparation The team, Wen Huan is still satisfied?" Yuan Chonghuan did not forget to kick him off.
"Hey, they are all subordinates of the commander. It is the commander's job to send troops. Subordinates only have to obey." Du Wenhuan blushed, buried his head in his rice bowl, his big mouth, and the small half bowl of rice was put into his mouth. .
Yuan Chonghuan ignored his embarrassment, but turned to several officers who had not spoken: "Several division commanders, you also talk about what Mang Gurtai will do next? Will he send a large group of cavalry again to pursue A soldier who stings them like a hornet at any time? Why hasn't he attacked the city? When will he attack the city?"
"Commander, his subordinates believe that Mang Gurtai is likely to send a large group of cavalry again. He loses his troops day and night, is a clay figure, and sometimes gets angry, not to mention that he is a grumpy slave." Shen Shiqiang, the commander of the Fourth Division, asserted.
"Well, Shi Qiang's judgment is reasonable. We can't help but prevent it." Yuan Chonghuan nodded, "You continue to send a trio to harass Mang Gurtai day and night. Even if he sends a large group of cavalry to chase, it will be like an axe on the sesame- ------I can't make it strong."
"Commander, I found a problem." First division commander Liu Yusuo put down the dishes and chopsticks. He was full. "According to the return from the Ranger, when Mang Gurtai first arrived, there were no nine thousand soldiers. I didn’t believe it at the time, but now judging from the big account of building slaves, there should be no more than 5,000 people."
"Five thousand? How could it be five thousand? Isn't Hai Dongqing saying that he has nine thousand soldiers?" Yuan Chonghuan also put down his bowl and chopsticks, staring directly at Liu Yuzha.
"Commander, maybe this is just his former army." Liu Yusu was also uncertain.
"I understand, Mang Gurtai is waiting for his rear army," Yuan Chonghuan patted his forehead, "No wonder he has not attacked the city until now. It turns out that his troops are insufficient."
Yuan Chonghuan immediately thought, could he attack his rear army? Let Mang Gurtai never wait for his rear army, at most he can only wait for the message of the rear army.
But Manggurtai’s big tent stands at the intersection, and the area to the east of the big tent is the scope of activities for building slaves, and it is difficult to transport soldiers there.
Even if the soldiers were secretly transported over, this army had thousands of slave cavalry at both ends. If one of them could not be eliminated in time, the Ming army in the middle would be in danger of being annihilated. In the wild, the slave cavalry would still have Certain advantages.
Yuan Chonghuan slowly shook his head, and the attack on the rear army after the establishment of slaves was too dangerous, so he had to give up.
A hint of inspiration flashed in his mind: Since he can't sneak attack on Mangultai's rear army, can he sneak attack on his front army? If you can defeat his former army before the latter arrive...
Thinking of this, Yuan Chonghuan was so excited that he wanted to snicker. He slapped the dinner table: "After dinner, go to the Chinese military camp and immediately hold a military meeting."
The military meeting was a secret meeting, and it didn't last long.
At night, the skirmishers and rangers of the 4th Division increased the intensity and quantity of their activities, and the sound of flintlocks rang around Mangultai's big tent from time to time.
The air is filled with the smell of gunpowder, and even the various birds that are active at night hide far away.
"boom."
"Bang, bang."
From time to time, one or two gunshots broke the silence of the night.
If you listen carefully, there are still dreamlike weeping sounds faintly mixed in between, as if there is nothing.
The Jurchen soldiers hiding in the big tent began to nest together in twos and threes. While silently counting the gunshots outside the big tent, they told each other a joke. Although these jokes were all too old, the soldiers still listened very well. Tasty, at least the past "great achievements", can embolden yourself.
These Jurchen soldiers didn't sleep well last night. They gradually became familiar with the Ming army's gunshots and mastered the Ming army's habits. As long as they didn't make a big deal, the Ming army could not help them.
People are easy to get tired, especially in the dark night, especially the relaxation after a high degree of tension.
Outside the big tent, that was a matter for the rangers, and that was a matter for the sentries. Fortunately, they were not sentries, let alone rangers. They had time to make up for a good night's sleep.
From the southwest of Manggurtai Great Tent to the wide area between Guangning City, the Jurchen Ranger was wiped out.
There were also a large number of Ming army stragglers on the north and south sides of the big tent. They relied on the range advantage of the flintlock to continuously shoot and kill the Jurchen Rangers in the visual and auditory sense. However, this place is close to the Jurchen activity center, and they will not be unscrupulous. , As long as the Jurchen Cavalry leaves, they generally will not pursue too far.
Even on the east side of the big tent, there were Ming army riders, but here is the rear of the Jurchens, which is their center of activity. Ming army rangers rarely shoot at them. They are all riders hiding from the Jurchens. .
The Ming army's skirmishers and rangers gradually spread out in the southwest of the big tent. Without the Jurchens' rangers, they began to harass the Jurchen's sentries.
In fact, they didn't know where the sentry was hidden in the dark, shooting, just to throw stones and ask for directions.
The experienced Jurchen sentry often stayed motionless when the Ming army was skirmish. The Ming army really had nothing to do. The sentry who had just been replaced, shivered or subconsciously raised their arms under the deterrence of the flintlock. , Or move your thigh to the back of the tent, or even put a loud fart, it may usher in a burst of fire from the Ming army.
The night was too dark, and there were no lights in the Jurchen’s big tent. The Ming army’s skirmishers basically shot blindly. Except for the sound of gunfire to deter opponents, the effect was not much. There were thousands of Jurchen cavalry in the big tent, and they didn’t dare to rely on it. Too close.
It was not the goal of Ming army skirmishers to kill many young real soldiers.
Their goal tonight is to clear the Jurchen Rangers in the southwest of the Great Tent, and use sporadic gunshots to maintain the minimum harassment of the Great Tent of Mangultai.