Du Wenhuan got out of bed in the Fifth Division Camp, which was only 300 steps away from the East City Gate, and the soldiers carried the lights for him.
"Have you seen the signal firework?"
"Military seat, our people have been watching, so far I haven't seen the signal from the Ranger."
"No?" Du Wenhuan thought for a while, "The ranger went east and ran for most of the night without sending a signal. That is, there is no shadow of the rear army who built slaves. There will always be problems with all four groups of rangers, right?"
Du Wenhuan is ready to do it.
"You go and give my order, first remove ten artillery from the east gate, and when the artillery is in place, we will immediately launch an attack."
"Yes, army seat." The soldiers immediately went out to convey Du Wenhuan's order.
The ten artillery pieces had been dismantled from the east gate and were waiting to be transported to the outside of the city. The artillery and transport soldiers received the order and immediately started to transport the artillery from the top of the city to the outside of the city.
While the artillery was being transported, the carriage and horseshoe made noises, but these sounds were still far away from the camp of Jiannu. Jiannu's rangers had been suppressed by the Ming army long ago, and Jiannu in the big tent was dreaming at this time. .
"Squeaky, squeaky." The carriage carrying artillery steadily moved forward on the plain east of Quang Ninh. Except for the tired horses, there was no obstacle along the way.
The other soldiers of the Fifth Division, including Du Wenhuan, also followed the artillery.
"Here." The soldier in charge of checking the terrain accurately found the mark.
The carriage stopped in front of the signs on the ground. The soldiers untied the ropes and let the horses leave first. Twenty soldiers lifted their artillery from all sides and unloaded them from the carriage.
The gunners began to fix a gun.
The front is pitch black, Jiannu’s big tent is invisible at all, and the gunners can only adjust the muzzle according to the long-measured distance.
"Army, the artillery adjustment is complete."
"Send a signal to let the nearby soldiers go away, so as not to injure their own people." Du Wenhuan stood in the night and looked ahead, but could see nothing in front of him, only sporadic gunshots could be heard.
"Hey..."
A blue firework went straight up into the sky far away from the artillery. The firework exploded in the sky, illuminating the sky nearby.
The sound of the flintlock in the distance stopped immediately, and the sound of the horseshoe's "Da Da" gradually disappeared.
"Infantrymen are ready. As soon as the sound of the artillery stopped, they immediately attacked Jiannu's big tent. Now the artillery began to fire." Du Wenhuan finished speaking and retreated to the rear. The sound of the artillery was too loud when he was standing near the artillery. , Unable to issue new orders in time.
The gunners began to load the shells, and then began to ignite.
It was midnight, and the gunners were unable to calibrate the artillery. The first firing round was mainly for test firing, and the guns were adjusted according to the falling point of the firing round.
The gunners ignited the fuse one by one, and the blooming shells took off one after the other. They drew a flame-red arc and flew neatly towards Mangultai's big tent.
Of the ten blooming bombs, four fell in the center of the big tent, and two foreign aid fell on the big tent, and the remaining four were far away from the big tent.
Just now, the bomb was flying out once. Every gunner knew where the bomb was dropped. They were adjusting the muzzle nervously. The gunner who didn't need to adjust the muzzle had already started loading the bomb.
Ten flower bombs fell to the ground, and the Jurchen soldiers who drank more mare kumiss would be awakened, but this was the first time they heard the sound of flower bombs. Although they felt wrong, they were not confused.
Mang Gurtai was also awakened by the blooming bullet. He crawled out of the quilt, "What sound is this? Why is it so close to the big tent?"
Before his words were over, the second wave of blooming bombs began to explode.
More and more large tents were ignited by the bombs, more and more soldiers were swallowed by the fire, and more and more soldiers were injured by the bombs.
The Jurchen soldiers began to be in chaos, and they already understood: the Ming army came and attacked, and there were artillery that frightened them.
Mang Gurtai came out of the big tent, and there was fire everywhere outside, shining the big tent like daylight.
The light of the fire showed the direction of the Ming army’s artillery fingers, and more bombs fell on the Jurchen’s tent, exploding, burning, and screaming.
Mangguertai was stunned, and the Ming army had been making a fuss. Why did it suddenly launch a large-scale sneak attack
A blooming bullet hit the stable just now. Not many horses died, but they escaped from the stable and ran around in the depths of the big tent. Some soldiers were injured by trampling on horseshoes.
The ten artillery soldiers of the Ming Army did not fire volleys, but took turns firing. In Mangguertai's ears, it was uninterrupted firing.
The soldiers of Mang Gurtai risked being swallowed by the flower bomb. They led their horses and found Mang Gurtai's side: "Master Belle, the Ming army has attacked on a large scale, hurry up!"
Mang Gurtai leaped on his horse, and on the horse's back, his heart settled a little: "How about the other brothers?"
The soldiers also mounted their horses: "Master Belle, there is a mess in the big tent. The soldiers can't find the horses or weapons at all."
"Don't panic, the Ming army is just a small group of sneak attacks." Mangguertai has not seen the soldiers of the Ming army until now.
"Master Belle, the sound of the artillery is too loud to hear, and the tent is on fire, and the soldiers can't calm down, Master Belle, go!"
"Go? Where to go? What about these soldiers?" Mangguertai really didn't know what to do. The artillery of the Ming army kept exploding, and he couldn't gather the soldiers at all.
"Boom... Long..."
A blooming bomb exploded less than eight steps away from Manggurtai, and the soldier who was talking to him was blown to blood, and he couldn't even find his head.
Mangguertai was shocked: "When did the Ming army have this artillery?"
He sat on the horse blankly, watching the soldier's horse neighing in front of him, and then slowly fell down, the blood-red horse was on the ground, the horse was in pain, his two front legs couldn't help squatting on the ground, and he wanted to stand up. , But its hind legs were already weak, struggled in vain for a while, and finally fell to the ground, its neck stretched forward and its nostrils leaned on its curved front legs.
"Master Belle..."
Mang Gurtai did not agree. He turned his head and looked behind him. Almost all the big tents were on fire. The Jurchen soldiers ran around in the fire in vain. After being smoked by the fireworks, they gradually lost consciousness and could not find a way out.
The leather armors of some soldiers were already on fire, and Mangguertai seemed to smell the scorched horse meat.
A heat wave forced Mang Gurtai and his soldiers to retreat again and again, and the horses obviously felt the threat of the fire. They kept shaking their heads and flapping their tails.
Mang Gurtai drew his waist knife. He wanted to desperately, but the Ming army soldiers couldn't see any of them. Are they going to fight the blooming bullets and this scorching fire? He didn't speak, but he was bitten so loudly.
"Master Belle, let's go. It's too late if it's too late." The soldier pleaded. Although they can't see the Ming army now, they must be hiding somewhere. The more they can't see the Ming army, the more dangerous it is.
Mang Gurtai really couldn't bear to watch his soldiers being grilled into dried meat. He turned his face and turned his horse's head: "Tell my brothers, hurry up and get on the horse. Let's go back to Xipingbao."
"Hurry up and go back to Xipingbao." While shouting, the soldiers retreated eastward with Mang Gurtai.
The Jurchen soldiers who snatched the horses all followed the sound of Mangultai's horses and ran east.
The Jurchen soldiers who had not snatched the horse were still searching desperately, hoping that Changshengtian could send him a life-saving horse, but Changshengtian was not on duty today, and they sighed in disappointment.
Du Wenhuan saw from a distance that Mangguertai’s big tent was already a sea of flames. If there were soldiers in the big tent, they would have been roasted. He waved his hand: "Stop the shelling, the infantry will attack, clean up the mess, and be quick. "
The firing of the flower bomb finally stopped. The infantrymen of the 204th and 205th brigade concealed on both sides, seeing the artillery stop, immediately rushed to the big tent of Mangultai.
"boom."
"boom."
"boom."
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Dense bullets, to say killing people, are more effective than blooming bullets.
In the big tent, the screams of people and horses are endless. The soldiers don't care about them for the time being. The Jurchen soldiers who have escaped from the flames and have not found the horses are their targets.
Faced with sporadic Jurchen soldiers, the gunmen didn’t need to fire at all. At any time, there was always a bullet left for the Jurchen soldiers outside the big tent. Even the wounded soldiers who fell on the ground would be given a few shots until they were wounded. He stopped moving until he was thrown into the fire.
The infantrymen of the 204th brigade and the 205th brigade respectively searched north and south of the big tent, and they soon met on the east side of the big tent.
The soldiers did not make any celebrations, they continued to move forward, expanding the scope of their search.
The gunshots became sparser, and fewer and fewer Jurchen soldiers were encountered. The few smart Jurchen soldiers who escaped from the big tent, although they did not snatch the horses, were already hidden in the boundless night.
The soldiers of the 204th brigade and the 205th brigade met again on the west side of the big tent.
The burning big tent burned the surrounding sky red, and the flames rising up were taller than the city wall of Guangning City.
The infantrymen of the 204th and 205th brigade searched around again by the fire. There were no Jurchen soldiers outside the big tent. They either mounted their horses and followed Manggurtai, or they were killed by the Ming army. Thrown into the fire and cremated.
Even with the burning tent, I can't hear the screams anymore.
Du Wenhuan was still a little worried about Mangguertai's rear army, which was thousands of cavalry. Although the Ming Army's wanderers have not issued an alarm until now, it is the territory of the Jurchens. If all the wanderers are wiped out by the Jurchens, it is not impossible.
In the face of danger, he decided to accept it as soon as he saw it: "Bring the artillery and return to the city immediately."
The flames of Mangguertai's Great Tent were slowly extinguished when it was about to dawn.
Mang Gurtai, who was far away in Xipingbao, didn't care about his big tent at all. He was drinking mare cumin while constantly waving his whip: "This damned Ming army, why doesn't Changshengtian have eyes? "
Except for his own soldiers, no one dared to enter his barracks again.
Those who entered his barracks were regarded as Ming troops by him, and they all received his riding whips.
"Master Belle, there are five more soldiers returning." A soldier stepped in and knelt down in front of Mangultai's whip.
"I'm back? Okay." Mangguertai poured another gulp of horse milk wine into his mouth. "How many soldiers have returned?"
"Master Belle, plus the five soldiers just now, a total of 832 people came back."
"Only more than eight hundred? How many soldiers are there on the road?" Mangguertai stopped in the air with his right hand holding the wine bag, his eyes hollowed out.
The guards are about to cry. The once invincible Three Baylor is now like a little daughter-in-law who has been bullied. He can't bear to hurt Mang Gurtai any more, but still shook his head: "Master Baylor, it's dawn, it's time The soldiers who have returned have returned..."