Nandi stretched out his hand, looked at the snowflakes falling on his palm, looked back at the sergeant on the side, and asked: "It's been half an hour since Zhewuduo's sentry knight sent any news, right?
The sergeant nodded and replied respectfully: "Half an hour has passed. I guess the snow is too heavy and it is difficult to travel on the road."
Nandi didn't say anything, turned around and walked into the tent.
Aruhan was feasting. He was a strong man with a big appetite. One person could eat as much as three people.
Nandi was a little worried, so he sat down and said, "Half an hour has passed and the Sentinels haven't sent anyone yet. Is there any accident?"
Aruhan's teeth tore off a piece of meat, and his thick cheeks kept beating: "What kind of accident could happen in this damn weather?"
Nandi picked up a big bone and looked at the cooked meat on it. He had no appetite: "Zhewuduo is a rigorous person and usually doesn't let the sentries be late."
Aruhan's Adam's apple twitched: "The Han people have a saying, yes, it's unfounded to worry about the sky. On such a snowy night, not to mention marching, even finding the right direction is difficult. There is heavy snow outside, and you can't see very far if you look up. Isn't it normal for the Sentinel Rider to get lost? There are not many road signs in this wasteland, so he must have gone the wrong way. Just wait, they will come back."
Nandi saw that Aruhan was so confident, and the situation outside was indeed what he said.
It was already hard to tell the direction under the snow.
"But I always feel a little uneasy."
Nandi felt a little unspeakably irritable, put down her bones, stood up and said, "I'm going to take care of you."
Aruhan looked at Nandi and dissuaded him: "No, it's normal to be late in such a weather. It's freezing and snowy. Brothers are all resting, and many people are asleep. Isn't it right for you to bring someone to meet you at this time?" Weary sergeant, how can we travel tomorrow?"
Nandi insisted: "I only need two night sergeants."
Aru saw that Nandi didn't listen to the advice at all, and waved his hand: "Then go, but you have to be careful. If you get lost, you may not be able to find it back."
Nandi ignored Aruhan, went out of the tent, ordered two sergeants, got on his horse, asked for directions, and then dived into the wind and snow.
The cold wind whimpered.
Heavy snow rolls empty.
After running for two miles, Nandile stopped his horse and looked ahead in the wind and snow. There seemed to be figures hidden in the wind and snow, constantly moving, as if looking for something.
Thinking it was Zhewuduo's lost sentry, Nandi shouted loudly: "We are here!"
Qu Neng was overjoyed.
Damn, I finally found it.
This snowy day is really not a good time to go on an expedition. Even if you are equipped with a compass, you still need to be careful. If you only know a rough direction, you may "pass by" the Wala army. While you are looking for traces, someone appears.
The information is correct.
Nandi wanted to cry. She was here to respond, not to be a prisoner. She didn't have a chance to run away. She even wanted to scream and was beaten until she gasped.
It’s over!
The army of the Western Xinjiang Dusi was dispatched, and Wala didn't take any precautions. Everyone was still sleeping!
Nandi was anxious, but there was nothing she could do.
The security bureau and the scouts fumbled around and finally determined the location and distance of the camp in Wala. With the intelligence from Nandi and the other three, Qu Neng did not hesitate and ordered the Tiger Crouching Artillery Sergeant to prepare.
The sergeant marched a mile and a half and stopped less than 300 steps closer to the Wala camp.
The sergeant cleared the snow in the snow, and then deployed the Tiger Crouching Cannon. In order to prevent the knocking sound from attracting Wala's attention, he covered it with cotton cloth when knocking. There was only a dull sound, which was blown away by the northwest wind after a few steps. .
Boxes of Tiger Crouching Cannon shells were opened and put in place.
Qu Neng divided the 15,000 cavalry into three groups. The left group was led by Chen Mao and Zhou Hu, the right group was led by Mahama Huozhe and Li Jun, and the middle group was led by Qu Neng and Zhao Tong.
After the army was ready, Qu Neng sat upright on his horse and solemnly ordered: "Do not leave a single shell behind, shoot them all out for me!"
The tiger crouching artillery sergeant took the order, the shell entered the chamber, and the fire broke out in the wind.
A spark lit the fuse, and the squeaking fuse penetrated into the medicine chamber. The Tiger Crouching Cannon roared violently, and the snow on the ground trembled violently.
This is a solid blind fire, a blind fire of unprecedented scale.
He couldn't see where the enemy was, and he didn't know how many enemies were killed by the fired gunpowder bullets. He just threw them out one after another with such luxury.
Mahamu was sleeping soundly in the tent.
The march in the past few days, with no results again and again, made Mahamu exhausted physically and mentally.
moment!
The thunder split open the night dream, and Mahamu suddenly woke up. The moment he sat up, his eyes were still confused. The violent explosion that followed finally made Mahamu understand that the Ming army had launched an attack!
As soon as he put on one shoe, a hole was suddenly ripped open in the tent. A broken piece of iron flew past Mahamu, then broke through the tent on one side and flew out.
There were loud shouts of killing in the distance. Mahamu ran out of the camp before he could put on his other shoe, shouting: "Fight!"
Dense explosions continued to sound, drowning out Mahamu's voice.
Taiping and Ba Tupolo ran out of the tent in panic. The two of them were similar to Mahamu. Taiping didn't even have time to button up his clothes, and Batu Polo even forgot to wear his hat.
"Get out quickly!"
Pull Tupolo up to Mahamu.
Mahamu pushed Tupolo away and said: "At this time, the only way to survive is to fight to the death. If we flee, the entire army will be ruined! Come on, prepare your horses for battle!"
Mahamu, who looked at Tupolo and wanted to fight, stepped forward and slapped him.
Snapped!
Under the applause, thunder shook.
Mahamu looked at Batu Polo in disbelief, covering his face and gritting his teeth.
He pointed Tupolo to the surrounding camps and shouted: "How about you tell me how to dispatch the troops in the army? Now the Ming army has stolen the camp and used firearms, which means they are nearby! Did you hear that? The shouts of killing shook the sky! Look at the soldiers around you, how many of them can fight, and how many of them still have the heart to fight?"
"No one knows how many divine machine guns the Ming Dynasty brought, and no one knows how many troops the Ming Dynasty brought! Now the army cannot be mobilized, military orders cannot be conveyed, and many sergeants have been killed in their sleep. We have lost! Retreat, only by retreat can we retain a glimmer of hope!"
Taiping was also shocked by Baotupolo's strength, but there was nothing he could do about following the situation in a hurry.
The Ming army suddenly came over, and the Wala army, which had no precautions or preparations, was completely defeated. If they wanted to make a comeback, they could only ensure that their leaders ran away.
"Evacuate quickly, we won't be able to leave if it's too late!"
Taiping shouted eagerly.
A gunpowder bomb hit the snowflakes in the air. It seemed that they saw Taiping, Mahamu and others quarreling, and were ready to fly over to join in the fun...
