Chen Kan and Zhou Shi sang together here, and instantly received countless eye rolls.
After the camp was set up, Chen Kan and Zhou Shi also stopped communicating with each other tacitly.
The camp site was chosen by Fang Xu. There was a small piece of flat land between two high and raised hills. Behind the camp was the Enen River, and in front was a path that was only more than ten meters wide.
The two hills happened to block the view from Kent Mountain to this side, and the chance of being discovered by enemy scouts was much smaller.
However, according to the news returned by the Ming army's scouts, the camp at the foot of Kent Mountain was silent, and there seemed to be no intention of sending out scouts to explore the surrounding area.
They were probably determined that the Ming army would not be able to reach here.
This provided Chen Kan with a lot of convenience.
Of course, if Chen Kan were Ben Shiyali, he would never believe that a small Ming army with only 2,000 people dared to come close to the range of a hundred miles from Kent Mountain, and not only did it come close, but it was also under his own nose Set up camp underneath.
As the saying goes, the most dangerous place is the safest. In this wave, Fang Xu’s main focus is darkness under the lamp.
It was getting late, and Chen Kan was sitting by the Enen River, struggling with a piece of dried meat in his hand with an expression of bitterness and hatred on his face.
He had to admit that the Enen River was particularly beautiful under the sunset, just like a green jade belt dotted on the gradually yellowing grassland.
It is a pity that such a beautiful river is not in the Ming Dynasty.
Looking at the gentle river in front of him, Chen Kan's heart couldn't help but fly back to Beijing.
I don’t know what the big-eyed cute girl is doing now, whether she misses him, whether the three little guys have fallen behind in their studies, or whether their cement business has expanded throughout the Ming Dynasty.
And that Zhang Guan, he should have realized by now that he was cheated. I wonder if he went to the Hou Mansion to curse.
After thinking about Beijing, I think about Nanjing.
For a moment, Chen Kan had a lot of thoughts. Before he knew it, it had been more than a year since he left Nanjing. He didn't know if the battle between Zhu Gaoxu and Zhu Gaosui had come to an end. Who among them had the upper hand?
And whether Annan, which was finally recovered, was included in the territory of the Ming Dynasty.
There is also the Wucheng Bingma Division, which should now have become one of the two sharpest blades in Zhu Di's hand.
Ji Gang of Jinyiwei and Chen Ying, censor of Zuodu, these two colluded with each other. During their absence in Nanjing, they had harmed many loyal ministers, right?
Familiar names appeared in Chen Kan's mind one by one.
Li Jinglong, Fang Xiaoru, Chen Qia, Jian Yi, Song Li...
Familiar faces were brought out from the depths of Chen Kan's memory. Somehow, at this moment, he suddenly missed Fang Xiaoru very much.
I don't know if Fang Xiaoru can withstand Chen Ying and Ji Gang's underhanded tactics. It's better not to be stabbed by them.
Thinking about the distant past, Chen Kan unknowingly chewed up the dried meat in his hand.
As the sun set, Chen Kan stood up, patted his butt, returned to the tent and fell asleep with his head covered.
He still had things to do tonight, so it was prudent to get more sleep before there was time.
It was late at night, and except for a few Ming soldiers who were still on guard, the rest had fallen asleep.
The vigilant soldiers, all holding hourglasses in their hands, seemed to be waiting for something.
"Gu Gu Gu~"
In the silent night sky, there was a sudden sound of night owls. If anyone was awake at this moment, they would definitely find that these sounds that sounded like night owls were not night owls, but several Ming army soldiers holding hourglasses.
At this moment, the hourglass in their hands has run out.
Hearing the cooing sound coming from outside the camp, Chen Kan suddenly woke up from his dream, and then started to put on his armor.
After burning a stick of incense, a small team of about a hundred people quietly left the camp and headed straight towards Kent Mountain. The leader was Chen Kan.
This time, the reason why Chen Kan did not lead a large force forward was because he was afraid of making too much noise and alerting the Kent Mountain Khan tent.
At midnight, Chen Kan had already led his team of a hundred people to approach a playground thirty miles away from Kent Mountain Camp.
Thirty miles, such a close distance, if the Tatars find out, they will die without any body parts.
After all, according to the information sent back by the scouts, there were 30,000 troops stationed in Kent Mountain.
Chen Kan was riding a horse, holding a wooden stick in his mouth, his palms sweating from nervousness.
This is on the outskirts of Kent Mountain Camp, and we can already see Tatar troops patrolling the camp with torches.
"Master Marquis, we can't go any further, otherwise our whereabouts will be exposed."
Fang Xu took off the wooden stick from his mouth and said in a voice that only two people could hear.
Chen Kan gritted his teeth, then shook his head and said: "Thirty miles is still too far. Once the fire starts, it is very likely that they will escape and get closer to ten miles!"
Fang Xu wanted to persuade him again, but Chen Kan had already pushed aside the grass and slowly moved towards the Kent Mountain camp.
There are dots of stars on the quiet grassland, which are fireflies attracting their mates.
Ten miles away, Chen Kan led his team of 100 people to touch for half an hour.
Fortunately, there was no danger, and the scattered Tatar scouts did not find any trace of them.
"action!"
Chen Kan lowered his voice, took the lead in pulling out the long knife from his waist, and quickly started cutting the grass.
It is the end of July and the wind is not too strong, so before setting the fire, Chen Kan has to create an isolation belt, otherwise once the fire breaks out, it is likely to backfire along the dry grass.
If the fire were to burn back, the two thousand soldiers of the Ming Army would be doomed.
As an expert in setting fires, he knew very well that it would only take a blink of an eye for such a fire to spread.
He didn't want to die in the hands of the Tatars, but in the fire he started himself.
Seeing Chen Kan starting to take action, the others started mowing the grass one after another.
Of course, no one dared to make too much noise. After all, this place was too close to the Kent Mountain Camp.
When more than a hundred people work, the speed will naturally not be slow.
Chen Kan doesn't need a long isolation zone, just a few kilometers long and thirty or forty meters wide.
This little work can definitely be completed before dawn.
As for the cut grass, it was just used as fuel for the fire.
There was a rustling sound, and not long after, a high wall made of withered hay rose out of thin air.
All this was covered by the night, and the Tatar scouts in the distance did not notice it.
At five o'clock in the morning, even the Tatar scouts patrolling around Kent Mountain gradually began to shrink their defense lines.
The fifth watch is the most tiring time of the day.
People who are asleep will only sleep more deeply, while people who are not asleep will also feel sleepy at this time.
This is why Chen Kan must choose to do this at night. Only at night can they successfully clear an isolation belt without being noticed by the Tatars.
Everything went smoothly. Looking at the haystack as tall as one person in front of him, Chen Kan filled it with a handful of grass and wiped the sweat from his forehead with a satisfied smile on his face.
The sky is getting brighter and brighter, and the morning star on the horizon is getting darker and darker.
At this time, it was time for the Tatar scouts to change shifts.
The energetic Tatar scouts were really not as good as the tired Tatar scouts last night. With just one glance, they discovered that a grass wall several kilometers long had appeared in the distance.
One of the Tatar scouts frowned slightly, and then said to himself: "It's not the season to store fodder yet."
Mongolian: "Who is that? Go and see which tribe reserves the fodder for that grass wall. Why was it not reported before?"
A Tatar who looked like a general pointed at the grass wall in the distance and gave an order, and immediately a number of horses rushed towards the grass wall.
The grass wall was high enough to block the sight of the Tatar scouts, so that the Tatar scouts could not see clearly the Ming army hiding behind the grass wall.
Li Rang looked through a gap and saw several horses heading in this direction. He smiled sinisterly and took out the fire seal he was carrying.
The other soldiers were well-educated and blew the fire tunes one after another, waiting for Chen Kan's order.
The Tatar scouts were getting closer and closer. Chen Kan waited until he could see the face of the visitor clearly, and then climbed onto his horse with a gloomy look on his face.
Then he casually threw the fire stick in his hand on the grass wall.
The hay caught fire instantly, first a small cluster of flames rose up, and as the remaining soldiers also threw the twigs into the grass wall, almost in an instant, the grass wall turned into a wall of fire.
The weather today is very good, the sky is clear and cloudless.
The clear blue sky is just a joy to look at.
But, all this will be destroyed by a fire.
The height of the fire wall suddenly jumped more than ten meters high. A gust of breeze hit and the vertical fire wall fell down instantly.
Chen Kan led the soldiers through the isolation zone and stood in the direction of the southeast wind.
The sudden flames caused the time and space in front of Chen Kan to distort.
A series of shrill and frightened screams came from behind the wall of fire, but to the ears of the Ming army, they were like the sounds of nature.
"The water is leaking, put out the fire quickly~"
The shrill shouts instantly echoed throughout the grassland.
The fire spread faster than Chen Kan imagined. It was obviously just a breeze, but when he looked around, there was already a sea of fire in front of him.
The billowing smoke added a bit of color to the blue sky.
Chen Kan watched coldly as the fire spread rapidly towards Kent Mountain, with no expression on his face.
On the contrary, a group of Ming soldiers gathered around Chen Kan, and the sound of swallowing saliva could not be heard.
It seemed that he was frightened by the fire he had started.
The whining sound of the breeze continued to spread the flames to the grassland. In the blink of an eye, the sea of fire had spread several miles away.
At this time, the Tatars had no time to care about why such a fire suddenly broke out in a good grassland. The scout who first discovered the fire rushed on horseback in the direction of Kent Mountain. He had given up the idea of putting out the fire.
All he could think about was how to escape from the fire.
Unfortunately, no matter how fast he ran on horseback, he couldn't move faster than the sea of fire riding on the wind.
The fire behind him was getting closer and closer. Even though he had pushed the horse under his crotch to the extreme, he still could not avoid the tragedy of being swallowed by the sea of fire.
