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Chapter 117 Charge (Part [-])

Facing the infantry that was under my nose just now, it actually yawned heavily with the sound of "Ah~", as if it was about to fall asleep.

Zha Heng, the Tazi Niuluerzhen rich man who was watching the night, was inexplicably angry.

After raising the riding whip on his right hand, he was whipped heavily.

Even though the step armor is actually wearing a padded armor with iron on it, Fu Chaheng, who was furious, greeted his unprotected head and face.

In the blink of an eye, there were several obvious bloodstains on the opponent's face.

While beating his subordinates, Fu Chaheng also cursed: "What is the critical moment now, don't you know?
Quickly cheer me up and shoot out a rocket every once in a while; if Nikan sneaks over, even if Nikan didn't kill you, I will cut off your head afterwards. "

In the tone of voice, this Tazi's Niulu Ezhen had a very harsh tone.

Talk!If it is in the entire army of Tartars, it is counted in this aspect of high mental tension.

If the third-class viscount Baiyintu is ranked first, then this Fu Chaheng can be ranked second even if he is not tied for first place.

The reason is simple, the two of them suffered the most in Suifengdun.

The former Baiyintu suffered such heavy casualties under the leadership of the plunder, and after returning, he probably didn't have much good fruit to eat in Huangtai and there.

Future prospects and designations will be considerably affected.

For the latter, just thinking that after going back this time, almost half of the people in Niu Lu will have funerals at home, his head hurts badly.

For a while, I didn't know how to face those family members who died in battle.

The problem is that they never thought about why such a situation occurred?If they stayed at home well, would such a thing happen if they didn't enter the customs and rob?
All tragedies are self-inflicted and deserve no sympathy.

And after feeling the crazy harassment for almost half the night tonight, Fuchaheng, a tartar, was feeling extremely tense.

The adjective jittery can be perfectly applied to him.

Now the trees around the camp, as long as they shake a little bit, this guy will be shaken all over.

Under such tremendous psychological pressure, he happened to see that one of his subordinates who was dozing off; the emotion that was suppressed to the extreme broke out quite uncontrollably.

Wielding the whip, he gave the opponent a severe blow.

After being beaten, the unlucky vest looked at his lord, as irritable as a wild boar in heat, and dared not say anything.

He hurriedly took a rocket made of cotton wrapped with a bit of kerosene at the arrow position, and lit it on the torch.

He lazily drew the bowstring, and shot it out into the dark night outside the camp.

He had done this kind of action several times before, and the purpose of doing this was nothing more than to be able to spot those Nikan who appeared secretly in time in the night when the campfire could not shine.

It's just that in most of the night, after shooting a lot of arrows in succession, they got nothing.

With this Tartar infantry, he was already strongly convinced that those Nikans would never come.

For this reason, the tartar who had just received a beating felt very aggrieved at this moment, and cursed secretly:

"Fu Chaheng, you trash, coward, from the forest..."

The scolding in the Tartar's heart stopped only halfway through the scolding.

That was when he burned the dim light on the cotton ball on the rocket. After cutting through the night outside the camp in the air, he saw this scene in horror:
A head-high wooden wall was slowly approaching their camp.

Undoubtedly, it was because he had thought that he would never show up, and took advantage of the Nikans who had already fled before dawn, but unexpectedly killed them in such a short time before dawn.

And there is not much distance from the camp.

A second later, in the tartar camp, there were one or more shrill voices from almost several directions at the same time:

"No, Nikan is here..."

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In addition to the strong attack on the front of the Tartar camp, Hu Biao and the others also arranged 50 people in each of the other three directions, holding large wooden shields in their hands to make a feint attack.

If possible, they also need to use the DIY combustion cans they made in an emergency to set some large vehicles on fire.

In addition to creating more confusion on the Tartar side and restraining their troops, there is another purpose, which is to provide more light sources for the soldiers and civilians who suffer from night blindness.

So, in the dark night.

The Tartars guarding the car formation in four directions in the camp could see a large wooden shield like a wooden wall moving towards them for a moment.

There are traces of opponents everywhere, and it is simply impossible to distinguish the main attack direction of Hu Biao and others.

Or in other words, they now see that everywhere is the main direction of attack; they think that they are at least surrounded by several times the enemy, and they are launching an attack.

Amidst the panic among the Tartars, the voices of Bai Yintu and Fu Chaheng were full of panic and panic.

But it sounded in time, giving the other Tartars a backbone:

"Enemy attack, everyone prepares for battle immediately, approaching the nearest car formation defense line, pay attention to strictly guard the car formation, and never rush out to fight with the Nikans.

Also, keep an eye on those Nikan people, and kill all those who make trouble~"

Under such panic-filled orders, many of them fell asleep wearing armor, but the Tartars, who were already extremely tired, could only get up hastily.

Holding the weapon at hand, some of them rushed out of the tent in a trance.

In a short time, there is no doubt that the reaction force will be much slower.

But how should I put it, "Nikan is here to kill" this kind of thing, it seems that "wolf is coming" has been said too much.

Or some Tartars were really exhausted after a whole night of tossing; amid such noisy voices, quite a few Tartars remained motionless, still snoring loudly, and continued to sleep stand up.

Seeing this, the colleagues around them had no choice but to push them hard again.

For a while, it was a waste of more time.

Good guy!Anyway, under the sudden attack, the Tatars in the entire camp reacted a little messy.

It seems that Hu Biao's previous harassment tactics have achieved quite good results.

What needs to be explained is that at such a time, the captured people did not take advantage of this opportunity to mobilize, as the Tartars feared.

With those Nikans outside, there was a cooperation from the inside to the outside.

The real reason is because brother Fengrui, who is lurking among them, said that the best time has not yet come, and everyone must continue to stay well.

As for when is the time?Just wait for his order with peace of mind.

So at this moment, although they haven't activated yet, when they squat down with their heads in their arms, it's definitely not because of any fear.

Rather, I am worried that the Tartars will find out that because of the intense excitement in their hearts, that kind of light that is full of hope and then shines...

When I heard bursts of quite intense but incomprehensible Manchu in the camp of the Tartars; Hu Biao didn't know it, which meant that their whereabouts had been discovered.

Next, they need to rush over quickly and in an orderly manner.

With such a thought in mind, Hu Biao yelled out: "Everyone pay attention, get ready to run, one, two, one; one, two, one~"

After the order to 'get ready' was issued, everyone who had received the order early on started to run.

At the same time, they followed Hu Biao's chant and chanted "one, two, one" together, and the steps under their feet also matched the rhythm of the chant.

For a moment, the footsteps resounding in front of the Tartar position became uniform and full of pressure.

The reason why Hu Biao and the others did this was that there was no other way.

According to the various experiences summed up in the last night attack, if you let everyone run away; because everyone's speed is different, the formation will be messed up for you in a blink of an eye.

Under such circumstances, even after rushing past, there is no way to open the tartar defense as soon as possible.

On the contrary, because of the scattered formation, more casualties were caused by the rain of arrows.

So in desperation, we can only adopt such a method that looks ridiculous. Even during the day, everyone took time to practice all morning.

The subject of practice is how to control the length and frequency of your steps in this "one two one" chant.

Although they have practiced, they often run a maximum of 200 meters, and the formation will still be chaotic.

But compared to rushing up in a swarm, the result will still be much better.

Thus, in the eyes of all the Tartars, a scene of a wooden wall that is still neat for the time being is rapidly approaching amidst a burst of loud and uniform chant.

(End of this chapter)