Banner Master Heyan was filled with confusion.
He stationed himself on the north side of the artillery leader in order to prevent the southerners from cutting off the artillery leader's retreat to the base camp.
But if he continues to wait like this, it's hard to say whether reinforcements will be received. By then, he is afraid that his retreat will be blocked by the Southerners.
"What on earth is he waiting for?"
Flag Master Heyan slapped his thigh in annoyance.
At the same time, Baoshan, who was directing the team to take turns in battle, narrowed his eyes slightly, looked at the current battle situation and gave an order suddenly.
"The second and third companies, you guys are coming too!"
Baoshan shouted lowly, and the messenger soldier beside him hurried over to deliver the message.
Baoshan never expected that this artillery assistant leader seemed so weak.
In just one round of fierce attack, although the brothers suffered a lot of losses, this offensive almost penetrated the opponent's three outer lines of defense.
And the other party did not show any heavy firepower! There is hope for this battle!
Zhao Ming was also watching the battle from behind, and was a little surprised when he heard the obviously sparse gunshots from the other side.
"There is no heavy firepower? This shouldn't be the case!" Zhang Kai on the side lowered his head and groped his chin, his face full of shock and disbelief.
Zhao Ming just laughed at this.
Only you can imagine the behavioral logic of the Outer Mongols, but they cannot do it.
"How dare they? An entire artillery battalion doesn't even have any decent heavy firepower. This..."
Zhang Kai felt that his brain was a little atrophied, and tonight's battle was so fucking outrageous that it was so outrageous.
He could only say, is this the military capability of the Outer Mongols?
The reaction efficiency was slow and there was no communication at all. How could an artillery battalion be so arrogant?
If there was still some communication possible under normal circumstances, it can only be said that Zhao Ming had the right time and place tonight.
As time passed, the artillery leader's resistance became weaker and weaker.
"Sir! Let's... let's surrender!"
A messenger soldier, covered in disgrace, was crying and kneeling in front of Bao Tangzuoling.
"Surrender? It's impossible to surrender! The Baerhu tribe and the Ba'a neighboring tribe will definitely come to rescue us! Don't be anxious! Don't be anxious! We still have a chance to make a comeback. As long as we wait for the two troops to take action and attack from both sides, the other side will definitely be attacked from both sides! We You can still win!”
Bao Tang Zuoling kept shaking his head, his eyes were bloodshot, and he was a little dazed.
He couldn't figure out why the two men didn't come to save him even though they were still there!
"Block them! Yes! Block them!"
He grabbed the messenger by the collar and kept roaring.
"But...but...many of the brothers outside have already surrendered...only the hundred personal guards left near the camp...My lord...are surrounded by enemies, surrender... ..Come down..."
The messenger soldier's face was full of despair, and his eyes were looking for help at the silent Adjutant Antuo.
Adjutant Antuo was also angry at this time. He was extremely angry, not at the people below for their inability to resist, but at Bao Tang, the idiot.
"Surrender! We have no cards to play!"
After a long silence, Adjutant Antuo said solemnly.
As soon as these words came out, Bao Tangzuo seemed to have had the last bit of his spine taken away from him, and he staggered and fell to the ground.
While outside, the Chabei Allied Forces were cursing while accepting the surrender.
When Zhang Kai and Zhao Ming arrived at the previous battle area, they were also shocked by the scene in front of them.
"I didn't expect that this group of cannon players are the most fierce and fearless of death. It's a pity that they have lost many brothers in vain."
Zhang Kai sighed. The tragedy of this battlefield reminded him of the bloody battlefields of the Central Plains.
Zhao Ming was also very shocked by this. He didn't expect that this group of cannon players would be the craziest.
Baoshan's offensive was indeed fierce at first, but as the intensity increased, the opponent's resistance became more and more crazy, and both sides became red-blooded on the battlefield.
Among the artillery leaders of a thousand people, fewer than 400 were still alive in the final count. Similarly, the Baoshan Division also suffered more than 200 casualties.
This is after the captured machine guns are set up to cover the charge, otherwise the casualties will only be greater.
"Master Zhao, there are two high-ranking officials from Outer Mongolia among these prisoners!"
Baoshan ran over and bowed with a smile on his face, cupping his fists.
"Oh! Bring it up!"
Zhao Ming still wanted to meet this high-ranking official from Outer Mongolia and ask him why he was so crazy that he was so desperate for his life.
After a while, Adjutant Antuo and Bao Tangzuoling, who looked astonished, were brought up.
"Name and position!" Zhao Ming said calmly.
But after a while, the other party didn't say a word. When he saw Baoshan on the side, he kicked him.
"I, Mr. Zhao, want to ask you a question! Why do you think you are mute at this time?"
Bang!
The hind leg crooked after receiving this kick, and both of them fell to their knees.
However, there was still some unwillingness on their faces.
But Adjutant Antuo's expression softened significantly. He gritted his teeth and finally sighed helplessly.
"Antuo, your position is one of the three adjutants of the Qiyan Banner of the Qiyan Department. This time you are here to supervise the war and supervision."
"And you!"
Hearing this, Zhao Ming nodded and looked at Bao Tang Zuoling.
The other party raised his neck with an expression that he would rather die than say anything. Seeing this, Adjutant Antuo sighed helplessly.
"His name is Bao Tang. He is the assistant leader of this artillery camp. He directly takes orders from the Qiyan Department. The entire artillery leader is also the exclusive property of the Qiyan Department."
After hearing this, Zhao Ming nodded with satisfaction and was a little surprised. This is really a high official!
After fighting against the Outer Mongolians one after another, he also understood who his main opponent was.
This time going south, among the 20,000 to 30,000 Outer Mongolian troops, nearly 10,000 from the Qiyan tribe alone participated in the battle.
The number of tribes in Outer Mongolia is the representative of power. Unexpectedly, these two people have a direct relationship with the Qiyan tribe.
"Can you tell me why you are so brave and not afraid of death? And the previous situation was obviously a dead end, why are you still trapped in the position?"
Zhao Ming asked the doubt in his heart, which was also the confusion of Zhang Kai Baoshan and the others at this moment.
Hearing this question, Bao Tang Zuoling and Adjutant An Tuo were also stunned for a while.
"Why are you asking this? Are you humiliating us?"
Bao Tangzuoling gritted his teeth and said his first words after being captured.
"Humiliation? How do you say it?" Zhao Ming raised his eyebrows.
"Isn't this a humiliation? As long as I hold on for a while, the Baerhu tribe and the Ba'a neighboring tribes will definitely rescue me.
pity! I'm not as skilled as others, so I couldn't hold on until they came to help! "
As he spoke, Bao Tangzuo turned his head away.
Hearing this, Zhao Ming was stunned, as was Zhang Kai and everyone on his side.
Is this a fool?
The reason why they spent so much effort to capture the land was not because these people were so brave and fearless of death, but because they were so stupid and naive that they thought there would be rescuers!
Seeing the changes in their expressions, Lieutenant-General Antuo sighed. He felt like he had figured out everything in an instant.
