The dark moon kills people on a night, and the wind blows high and sets people on fire.
There is fire and blood tonight.
Calculating mentally and unintentionally, using a long knife to dry gunpowder, when the thief appeared, the scale of victory had already tilted a little.
The Ying thief never expected that among the Han people there would be Feng Bai, whose eyesight was as abnormal as a human-shaped telescope.
What Jue Ran didn't expect was Han You, who was grinning widely and was shocked.
Perhaps in order to rush for time, the scale of the warships is not large. They are all fast ships, but there are many of them. There are thirty ships. It is unclear how many Japanese thieves are on board. This kind of warships are called ghost army by the Japanese thieves. If the warship is fully manned, it will have 1,200 people.
However, fighting across the sea requires a large amount of supplies. Even if there are 800 to 1,000 people in each ship, it will only be around 30,000.
If 30,000 people fight in a wide plain and fight against 7,000 cavalry, it will not be enough. It will be difficult for 30,000 people to fight against 3,000 cavalry.
It is precisely because of this that the Japanese thieves chose to attack the camp at night.
The camp stretches for half a mile, and is an irregular oval as a whole. It is divided into three areas. The three camps are connected together. If Gong Xingming did not warn in advance, it cannot be said that the whole army was uprooted and annihilated. The losses must have been heavy. Indispensable.
"Thirty thousand is exactly thirty thousand, which is about the same as expected."
Han You spoke forcefully, but felt a little disappointed in his heart.
Originally, he thought the ships were coming, more than a dozen, but the number was small. The warships were big, and Tie Chen could lead his men to blow up and sink a few ships. The price-performance ratio was relatively high, and if he was lucky, he could even grab two of them.
Don't think about it now. Reducing battle losses and casualties is the serious thing.
Han You's heartbeat is getting faster and faster, and his breathing is getting faster and faster. It's not nervousness before the battle, but a natural reaction after seeing a blood feud.
In the dark night, Japanese warships appeared one after another under the moonlight, quietly and slowly approaching the coast.
One by one, small boats were hoisted out of the sea. The night breeze was gentle, and the sound of the crashing waves covered up the sound of the small boats entering the water.
There were not many people around Han You. In addition to the three killing brothers, there were more than 20 old soldiers. The others were taken to other locations by his friends.
The distance was too far, and Han You could only barely see the outline of the warship. The small boat was as big as an ant, and it was hidden in the darkness after entering the sea.
Han You seemed to see pairs of blood-red eyes like hungry wolves in the sea, muttering softly to himself. Even Wang Hai, who was the nearest, couldn't hear what he was saying.
After muttering for a long time, Han You had a sinister smile on his face.
"This is a lucky race. Whenever an epoch-making weapon appears, they can't wait to taste it for themselves. They are really a bunch of little greedy people."
Almost at the same time as the word "good" was spoken, the first Japanese thief finally entered the camp. He was so short and wretched, just like a sneaky slut.
It's just that these seemingly despicable dogs are actually the cruelest evil spirits in the world!
There were already lit torches in the camp, but there were not many. The firelight had already illuminated the ferocious faces of the Japanese thieves, and one Japanese thieves entered the camp one after another.
Everyone's estimate was good, 28,000 people, 30 ships, and not much supplies. The leader was called Hei Kazuo, and he was also the first person to set foot in the camp.
Bing Yixiong has two identities. He is the owner of a privateer ship. He travels between East China Sea Three Roads and Yingdao all the time. He registered with the Ministry of War of the former dynasty sixteen years ago. Many people in East China Sea Three Roads have heard of this guy's name. Known for his cruelty and blood.
In addition to being the captain of sixteen privateer ships, Bing Yixiong also had an official position in Yingdao, Benshou, Ship Division Benshou, similar to the deputy general of a certain battalion in the Zhou Dynasty.
It's just that this soldier is not responsible for defending the territory. He is only responsible for playing the role of sea bandits and coming to the East China Sea to burn, kill and plunder. The euphemistic name is to train troops.
After Bing Yixiong entered the camp, the pungent smell of alcohol hit his face.
"Nani?"
Hyou Kazuo, whose upper body was bare and full of scars, sniffed his nose vigorously and smiled. His uneven teeth looked extremely penetrating.
Compared with the Han people, the physical appearance of the Yingdao people seems to be mutated. In addition to being short in stature and bow-legged, the teeth are also generally uneven.
It can be said that if Hyo Kazuo bites someone, he will be released for future generations, and it will take three episodes to enter science, and he will not know what creature bit him.
"こってりした Wine."
Hei Kazuo, who was standing in the shadow, waved his hand, and behind him, his subordinates crawled out from hell, lowering their bodies and rushing to various camps.
"人を捜す, sweat again."
Bing Yixiong pulled out a bamboo tube from his crotch, pulled out the stopper and poured out a piece of yellow paper. On it was Han You's portrait.
The sounds of "puff" and "puff" were inaudible, followed by the faint smell of blood.
Bing Yixiong's ferocious smile bloomed again, and the defense was much laxer than he thought.
He originally thought that the vanguard troops sent by the Zhou Dynasty were elites, but he did not expect that they were not even as good as the trash of the boat division originally stationed here.
Bing Yixiong continued to walk forward, and suddenly he saw a group of people, more than ten, wearing armor, running in the distance. They were obviously an army of the Zhou Dynasty, but these "armies" all wore helmets that covered their faces.
This scene made Bing Yixiong very puzzled. In the Great Zhou Dynasty, only the first-level captains and generals were qualified to wear it, or the Beiguan cavalry of the Great Zhou Dynasty.
These soldiers were like blind men, as if they were half drunk, waving their arms and running around, but the Japanese thieves hiding in the dark pierced their hearts with long knives or short knives.
An unlucky man ran in front of Hei Kazuo, and with a "Baga", blood spattered on his face.
He stuck out his coated tongue and licked the blood on his face. The eyebrowless Hyo Kazuo raised...his eyebrowless eyebrows.
Instinct made him feel that something was wrong, something was wrong, so he turned around and used his knife to cut a big hole in the military tent next to him.
"Kill him!"
With an order, the men beside him rushed in and chopped the "sleeping" soldiers until their flesh and blood flew everywhere.
Uneasiness and some inexplicable feeling clouded his heart. Hyou Kazuo eagerly wanted to know where this uneasiness came from, and waved the long knife in his hand again.
"Suddenly."
With this small cry, the Japanese thieves who almost surrounded all the guardrails outside the camp were like vicious dogs that were let go of the leash. Their disgusting faces opened their disgusting mouths and shouted disgusting words. The language began to flood the entire camp like a tide.
Bing Yixiong shouted "Sweat, sweat, sweat", fearing that his bloodthirsty and cruel men would kill Han You by mistake.
The smell of blood is getting stronger and stronger. Hei Kazuo who smells this smell is like a gangster who has just been released from prison after eight years and saw a bathhouse with a discount as soon as he got out of prison. He doesn't need to suppress the rage in his heart and holds up his long knife. He rushed into another camp.
Only this time, Hyou Kazuo noticed something was wrong after swinging the sword, because no blood flew out.
The knife struck his back. He couldn't be more familiar with the feeling of the knife penetrating into the flesh and splitting the bones. He couldn't be more obsessed with it, and he couldn't be more intoxicated with it.
But it should be accompanied by splashes of blood. If there is no blood, then there is only one possibility, that is, this corpse is originally a corpse.
"Strategic strategy!"
Instinctively and subconsciously, Hyou Kazuo shouted "Fell into a trap".
It's just that the last word "る" was covered up, covered up by a deafening thunder.
