Take the warehouse back to the end of the Ming Dynasty

Chapter 70
"Tongka, is what you said true?" A tartar wearing an iron armor and an iron helmet looked at a black-faced man beside him and asked in a low voice.

The big man said with a serious face: "My lord, if the little one tells half a lie, I would rather my lord cut him to death. The convoy in front has hundreds of carts full of goods. According to the little one, According to my estimate, the pull should be food.

The ruts on the ground are very deep, and it is estimated that each large cart pulls a lot.Although the villain didn't see it with his own eyes, those ruts and rice grains on the ground would not lie.

Furthermore, judging from the footprints left on the ground, there were not many escorts.For us, this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. "

The Tartar named Tongga originally brought a group of people around the Great Wall to see if he could find an opportunity to rush into the Great Wall's defense line and get some benefits.

But after several days of transfer, I didn't find a suitable opportunity.In desperation, he had no choice but to lead the people back the same way.

But when they were about to leave, they found a mighty team coming from the Great Wall and heading towards the grassland.

At that time, he didn't care about it, even if the car was full of gold, silver and jewelry, it was useless to them.Now, what they need is food.

But when he saw the deep ruts on the ground and the rice grains scattered beside the ruts, he understood that this was a convoy transporting grain.

All of a sudden, his mind came alive.

He didn't have time to follow the convoy, so he led the men and horses, rushed back directly, and reported the news in time.

Tongga's tribe is neither big nor small.

On this vast grassland is a medium-to-small tribe, an outlying tribe attached to the Horqin tribe.

Since last winter, the entire grassland has encountered a rare white disaster in a century. The cattle and sheep in the tribe have been dying, and a large number of herdsmen have also died.

All of a sudden, everyone in the entire tribe became nervous.

If there is no more food, it is estimated that the tribe will either be annexed by other tribes, or disappear on the vast grassland.

Therefore, after hearing Tongga's report, the leader of the tribe immediately sent his son to lead the only remaining combat power in the tribe, hoping to bring back some food.

People are selfish. If the leader of this tribe can pass the news directly to the Horqin tribe, then maybe with the help of Horqin, the success rate will be much higher.

Although the Horqin Department is very likely to swallow most of the food, there will always be a little left for them.

Now, as soon as they heard that there was food, they rushed to send troops alone.

If it was other Ming troops who escorted the food, they might have a high chance of success.

However, what they met was Zhao Wen.

The Tartar in iron armor smiled coldly, with a cruel smile on his face.

The moon is very bright tonight, and the shadow of people is very long under the moon's illumination.

The entire ground was filled with moonlight like hoarfrost.

The Tartar in iron armor put his right hand on the scimitar at his waist and slowly drew it out, with a bloodthirsty gleam flashing on his face.

"Dang!"

The scimitar was pulled out by him, he held the scimitar, pointed at the sky, and roared, "Kill!!!"

In an instant, ten thousand horses roared together, and each horse rushed towards the convoy like a tiger descending the mountain.

The whole ground began to vibrate slightly, and the sound of the horse's hoof beating on the ground was heard far away in the silent night.

A black torrent headed towards the convoy.

At this time, Zhao Wenzheng was sitting alone in the big tent.He looked at the purse that Li Xiaoying gave him, with an indescribable smile on his face.

"In the previous life, no woman could fall in love with me. She even said that I was a toad who wanted to eat swan meat, but now, how can I become a toad? This is obviously a very handsome white swan."

Zhao Wen kept flipping through the purse in his hand, his nose was so beautiful that the bubbles came out.

He picked up the teacup on the table and took a sip.

"I'll make a fortune if I stop this batch of grain after arriving at Jibeikou. However, with so many large carts, how should I transport them back? Let's not talk about the people pulling the carts, but such a huge A mighty convoy is also a little too conspicuous."

Zhao Wen stuffed his purse into his waist, stood up, and kept walking around in the big tent, thinking about how to transport the food back.

But after thinking for a long time, Zhao Wen didn't even come up with a solution.

He sighed, and said helplessly: "It's like a big bowl of meat suddenly appeared in front of a very hungry person, and when the person jumped on it, he found himself tied in place. It's uncomfortable, it's uncomfortable .” Zhao Wen sighed.

Just when Zhao Wen was feeling depressed, the flames of the candles on the table suddenly jumped violently.The rope hanging in mid-air from the top of the big tent also swung.

Immediately afterwards, a thunderous sound came from outside the big tent.

Zhao Wen secretly thought it was bad, and hastily roared: "No, the enemy attacked!"

Zhao Wen hastily pulled out the big black star from his waist, ran out of the big tent, and fired several shots into the sky.

"Enemy attack, enemy attack, enemy attack!"

The voices of Zhao Daniu and Song Hu kept ringing in the camp, and the whole camp instantly came alive.

The soldiers rushed out of the tent in an orderly manner, holding 56 and a half in their hands, and their faces were full of excitement.

For these soldiers, fighting a war is not a terrible thing.

The middle-aged man in charge of the team hurried over. "My lord, enemy attack, enemy attack!"

This person has lived in Liaodong for many years, so he is quite familiar with this kind of voice.

As soon as he heard the thunderous sound, he immediately knew that it was an enemy cavalry attack.

He looked at Zhao Wen in panic, and jumped on the ground at a loss.

These grains are extremely important to him, if he loses a batch in his own hands, then Huang Taiji will kill him.

For a while, the middle-aged man was anxious.

Zhao Wen glanced at him coldly, and said: "I know this is an enemy attack, so I need you to explain it? Now you go and comfort your people, don't let them move around, if they are afraid , and if it hits the army formation, then I will not show mercy."

The middle-aged man was startled by Zhao Wen's murderous tone, and he rushed out to appease his men.

Now, I can only rely on Zhao Wen, hoping that he can protect his group of people.

If you can't protect it, it will be miserable.

"My lord, the sound came from the north. From the sound of horseshoes, it is estimated to be about five miles away from us."

Song Hu rushed over in a hurry and said solemnly.

Zhao Wen nodded, and then shouted to the team that had already assembled without any panic: "Meet the enemy at a hundred paces north of the camp, hurry, hurry, hurry!"

As soon as Zhao Wen's voice fell, the whole team immediately took action.

They were methodical, and under the leadership of Zhao Daniu and Song Hu, they ran towards the outside with neat steps.

At this moment, the advantages of Zhao Wenken's blood capital training are reflected.

If it was another Ming army, and encountered this kind of situation in the middle of the night, nine out of ten there would be camp roars.And Zhao Wen's team, not only did not panic, but moved in an orderly manner.

That alone left many armies behind.

In just a few breaths, the team stood in an orderly manner at the place Zhao Wen said.

"Everyone, check the muskets and reload them!"

Song Hu looked at the Tartars approaching quickly in the distance, and the cold light shining in their hands, and hurriedly shouted to the soldiers.

"Fire!"

Looking at the Tartars approaching under the moonlight, Zhao Wen shouted directly.

At this time, the Tartars were less than one mile away from the army formation.

The effective range of 56 and a half is 300 meters, and one mile is equivalent to 500 meters.So firing at this time is not the best choice.

However, even if it is not within the effective range, it is within the maximum range.

For firearms, it doesn't mean that the weapon has no power if it is not within a limited range.

But if it is not within the effective range, the accuracy of the weapon will be much worse.

Zhao Wen also understood that it was not the best choice to fire now, but he had no choice.If it was daytime, he would definitely put these Tartars within range.Unfortunately, it is night.

What Zhao Wen has to do is to protect his soldiers first.

Each of these soldiers is a treasure to Zhao Wen.Can't hurt a single one.

The Tartars who rushed to the front looked at the Ming army who appeared in front, with a mocking look in their eyes.

"Just relying on these few cats and dogs to block the descendants of Changshengtian? It is simply beyond your control! Eagles on the grassland, swing the scimitar in your hand, chop off the heads of the enemies, enslave their wives and children, kill them! ah!!!"

The armored Tartar who rushed to the front waved the scimitar in his hand, and slapped the horse's butt fiercely.

The war horse was in pain, neighing in shock, and speeded up a bit.

Just when he was imagining how to chop off the heads of this group of Ming soldiers, a large group of flames suddenly appeared in front of him, followed by the sound of frying copper beans.

A sharp whistling sound rushed towards them.

"Bang bang bang!"

In an instant, the momentum of the charge stopped.The Tartars rushing forward seemed to hit an invisible wall.

"Puff, puff!"

The sound of bullets passing through the chest kept ringing, and in an instant, more than a dozen people were bleeding from their chests, fell to the ground, and were trampled into flesh by the cavalry behind them.

A bullet grazed the head of the Tartar wearing an iron helmet, and directly knocked his helmet away.

With a chill in his head, he hastily leaned down on the horse's back, staring at the constantly burning fire in front of him in horror.

Zhao Wen looked at the Tartars who kept falling to the ground, with a sneer on the corner of his mouth.

"Free fire, empty out all the bullets in the 56 and a half."

As soon as Zhao Wen's words fell, the sound of gunfire in the team immediately increased a bit.

Countless metal bullets headed forward with the roar of death.

"Not good, the weapon is flaming, the range is extremely long, and people's lives are taken thousands of miles away. This is the team of the Demon God, this is the team of the Demon God."

Tongga instantly remembered the terrifying rumor that was circulating on the grassland.

He hastily pulled the horse's rein, sweating all over his body, and shouted to the armored man next to him, "My lord, retreat quickly, retreat quickly, these are the demon god's team, we can't rush through, we can't rush through."

"Devil God? What a bullshit demon god, I don't believe in it at all. These grains are very important to us. If we don't have these grains, our tribe will disappear on the entire grassland sooner or later. I don't believe in any demon gods. I want food , I want food!"

The armored tartar fell into madness, howling hysterically.

Without this batch of food, his tribe would disappear on the highly competitive grassland sooner or later.

"Children of Changshengtian, go for me, go, go, go!"

The armored man brandished the scimitar in his hand, his eyes were scarlet, his body was full of hostility, and he roared forward.

　My brain hurts today, and I personally feel that my writing is not very good.If there are any deficiencies, I hope to point them out, thank you!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)