Tang Yin heard the sound of artillery fire in the central army tent.

Then the sound of horse hooves came, and in the end there were already a series of mixed sounds. Tang Yin felt a little nervous and kept muttering:

"The Tatars chose to start a war in the dark, and their troops were several times higher than me, and they had the advantage of speed. How easy was it to successfully defend? Does Secretary Chen want to leave me a way out and return to the pass to report the news alive?"

Just as Tang Yin was nervous and thinking about whether to leave the camp to cross the river before the end of the war, Zhu Hong walked in with a young man and quickly attracted Tang Yin's gaze.

"Mr. Tang, my elders ordered the younger ones to come and guide you across the river!" Zhu Hong said.

The people who followed Zhu Hong also respectfully bowed to Tang Yin. Tang Yin glanced at the man, and he didn't look like a martial artist, as if he were all scholars and staff members in the army.

"Where is Lord Shen now?" Tang Yin asked.

Zhu Hong replied: "My adult [] is commanding the war on the front line. Just now the war has begun. The adult cannot come back to see the teacher off... But the adult has given the order. As soon as the war is over, he escorted Mr. Tang across the river."

Tang Yin looked at the young man and asked, "Who is he?"

The visitor saluted respectfully but said nothing, which made Tang Yin feel something was wrong.

But he still came out with Zhu Hong and the man. When he arrived outside the tent, the sound of horse hooves became more and more obvious, as if even the ground was trembling, accompanied by the sound of cannons and the overwhelming shouts of killing by the Tatars. However, Tang Yin carefully identified it and confirmed that the Tatars had not yet entered the camp.

"Mr. Shen is commanding on the front line."

Zhu Hong looked at the fireworks rising in the northern sky and said, "Mr. Tang doesn't have to worry at all. With the lord here, the final victory of this battle must belong to us!"

Tang Yin would not have the same confidence as Zhu Hong. He walked towards the river bank with a skepticism. Zhu Hong brought Chen Xi's handwriting. Tang Yin and the young man successfully arrived at the river bank. At this time, a sheepskin raft was ready, enough to carry everyone across the river.

Zhu Hong arranged several guards to come over and said to Tang Yin: "These people will protect Mr. Tang and the Young Master in close proximity. After crossing the river, there will naturally be someone to welcome him... Please be careful. The villain cannot protect Mr. Tang and the Young Master back to Yulin Cangcheng!"

Tang Yin frowned and thought to himself: "Just send me across the river like this? There is someone on the other side to pick me up? Are the Tatars on the other side of the river all vegetarians?"

Zhu Hong gave a few more words to the people next to him, which roughly meant to wait until the war was about to end. However, Zhu Hong did not stay on the river bank and hurried to the front line, as if he wanted to rush to protect the safety of Chenxi.

Tang Yin asked the guard next to him: "What does he mean? When will he cross the river?"

The guard replied: "Mr. Tang, have you not heard what General Zhu said clearly? When the war is over, the Tatars will focus on the battlefield at that time, and the defense strength of the other shore will be greatly weakened. If you cross the river now, you may be treated by the Tatars' crossbows. If the water is not good, you may have to sink to the bottom of the river!"

Tang Yin waved his hand and signaled the guard to retreat aside. He looked at the young man who was about to cross the river with him and asked, "Can you please inform me of your name? Even if you don't tell the name, at least you will explain your intention? Why did Shangshu Chen take you with you while he was arranged to go to Yulin Guard?"

The young man seemed very confused, shook his head and did not say a word to Tang Yin, which made Tang Yin even more confused.

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At the same time, the Tatar cavalry was less than one mile away from the Ming army's front line and began to accelerate the charge.

Fireworks kept rising in the air, illuminating the earth, and reminding the Ming army how far the Tatars were from the camp... With the charge speed of the Tatars cavalry, it was only a few times before and after, which had high requirements for the skills of the Ming Dynasty gunners and musketeers.

More hairpins must be completed in the shortest time to knock down as many Tatar cavalry as possible and prevent the Tatars from rushing to the first line of defense to the greatest extent.

Even though the Ming soldiers were well-trained and even established their confidence in the previous battle, they still seemed a little uncomfortable to complete the war in such a dark environment. After all, what they are defending at the moment is not a fortress, but just a fortification composed of a trench and a sand bag. Once the Tatars reach the front line, they can easily rush into the trenches without much effort. The officers and soldiers on the front line have no confidence to intercept the Tatar cavalry.

"Shit!"

The messenger kept sending commands, and the grassroots commander shouted loudly. At this time, whether it was a musketeer or a gunner, he just completed his own tasks mechanically, opened fire in the area set during the day, without aiming at it at all, and didn't even know whether the enemy entered the shè schedule.

"Pai Pa"

"Boom boom"

Gunshots and explosions came one after another, turning the front of the position into a sea of ​​fire.

The more than ten bonfires were swept by the air waves, and Mars were splashing everywhere, reflecting the dense bodies of dead people and war horses on the ground, as if they were in Shura hell.

However, the Tatar cavalry rushed forward without fear of life and death, and the sound of horse hooves became closer, which made the pressure on the musketeers in the trenches increase, and it seemed that they felt the god of death coming.

"Continue to send shè, why are you standing there?" The grassroots commanders were furious and even whipped people with horses.

However, even though the Ming army's muskets and cannons were very fast, the sound of the Tatars' horse hooves was still approaching, and there was no sign of stagnation.

On the high platform behind, Shen Xi was still looking at the front of the position with a telescope, but he could only roughly judge the situation by the fireworks exploded in the sky and the light generated by the explosion of artillery shells.

At this time, Hu Songyue's voice came from the bottom of the high platform: "Sir, the situation is not good. The fire in front of the position has basically been destroyed by our artillery fire and the Tatar cavalry. At present, only a shadow is seen in front of us... There are not many mines in front of our position, and the trapped horse pit has basically been filled. Now we can only blindly attack, and it feels impossible to stop it!"

The Tatar cavalry approached, and the bullets fired by the muskets formed a dense firepower net. The sprinting horses fell down one by one, making painful neighs. Then new cavalry rushed up, and the enemy continued to hit the beach like rising waves. One wave higher than the other, and there would always be a time when the Ming army could not hold on.

The war horses galloped, stepped on landmines from time to time, or the horse's hooves were trapped in horse pits, and there were scenes of people rushing over and overturning the horses everywhere. As long as the Tartars did not die, they would stubbornly get up and rush up to lift the horses to facilitate the subsequent cavalry to continue charging.

The Tartars seemed to be endless. At this time, the muskets and shès gradually became dropping the bucket. The cannons may have a killing area, but there is a process of changing bullets in the middle, and the suppression force is insufficient, which will not hinder the Tatars' subsequent cavalry.

"Continue to send shè!"

Chen Xi never thought of leaving the platform, and everything is still within controllable range.

Soon, a group of Tatars cavalry crossed the horse and rushed to the first position. Within the bright and bright range, the shaky sabres of the Tatars could be seen.

As time passed, the first line of defense of the Ming army became shaky.

At this time, Wang Lingzhi, who stood behind Shen Xi and had no chance to go to the battlefield, was a little itchy and said anxiously: "Senior brother, can you let me try it?"

"Can't help it?"

Chen Xi looked at the battle scene a few hundred meters away in front of him and shook his head, "Before the Tatars were fully out of their nest, even if our army had suffered some losses, they must be patient, otherwise it would be a waste of all their efforts! Order the officers and soldiers of the third trench to enter the second trench, and as long as the enemy emerged from the sandbag wall, they would immediately attack; the officers and soldiers who were resting in the camp in the rear would split into two thousand people into the third trench and stand by!"

If Wang Lingzhi did not go in person, there would naturally be a messenger to do it. Like Chen Xi, he continued to stand on the platform and watch everything that happened in front of him.

There were already many shields in front of Chen Xi to prevent them from being caught in the dark night.

At this time, the first line of defense of the Ming army was no longer as intact as during the first war during the day. The Tartars war horses hit head-on against the wall made of sand and soil bags, and the force was heavy and directly knocked the wall tilted. However, the force and reaction force were mutual. The war horse fell down and threw the Tartars on the horse's back.

These Tartar riders were dizzy and got up from the ground, trying to look at what was going on in front of the pile of sand and soil bags. As soon as they were looking through their heads, they were greeted by bullets from the second-line position.

Some Tartars accelerated in advance to let the war horses fly into the air. Who knew that after the horse crossed the sand bag, they could not find their place and fell directly into the trench. Before the Tartar rider could come back to his senses, they had been shot to death by the ** gun.

However, because there were too many Tartar cavalry, some of the sand and earth bag walls were broken through the continuous impact, but more of the Tatar cavalry in the charge were hit by stray bullets and fell to the ground. The piled corpses flattened the open space in front of the sand and earth bag walls. The bodies piled up higher and higher. The subsequent Tartar cavalry could already rush directly to the sand and earth bags. They waved spears or sabers in the rain of bullets, and condescendingly, Ming soldiers fell down.

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Time passes.

The cruel war is still going on, and everyone inside and outside the battlefield feels the cruelty of the war. Even Chen Xi has to hold his breath and concentrate. Although he has had a complete plan before, the development of the war cannot always develop as designed, and he needs to make changes on the spot.

"Senior brother, more and more Tartars are entering the front line of trenches!" Wang Lingzhi reminded.

Chen Xi naturally saw that there were no less than dozens of Tatars who had broken into the first trench of the Ming army through the gaps that had been broken. The Ming officers and soldiers equipped with bayonets and the enemy's sabers, and the spears had already started head-on confrontation. However, unlike the individual combat capabilities of Ming soldiers in the past, after Chen Xi's strict training, the individual combat capabilities of Ming soldiers were greatly improved at this time, not only because the muskets in their hands were able to fight far and hand in hand, but also because they were confident and dared to use bayonets to knock the enemy down.

Chen Xi looked carefully for a few seconds and nodded, "Don't worry, you can still persist!"

The frontier positions of the Ming army lasted for several miles, and the sound of killing on the battlefield was earth-shaking. Although the impact of the Tatar cavalry was strong, they could not withstand the three-dimensional attacks from the deep positions and wings of the Ming army. Many Tartars were knocked down by dense bullets from the second line of defense as soon as they climbed up the sand bag.

There are very few Tartars who really die in hand-to-hand combat, and most of them are shot to death.

"Wulala..."

The shouts of shouts resounding throughout the earth continued, and the large Tatar troops were approaching the front line of trenches. At this time, the Ming army's positions were no longer enough to resist the charge of a large number of cavalry.

Chen Xi judged the situation and shouted: "Appointment to fight and retreat, and the front-line officers and soldiers directly retreated from the traffic trench to the third line to rest, and ordered the second-line officers and soldiers to open firepower without leaving any hope for the enemy!"

As the Chenxi army order was issued, the Ming army in the trenches began to retreat to the rear in an orderly manner.

As the musketeers in the trenches in the second line continued to attack, the Tatar cavalry still died in rows of sand and soil bags, and soon piled up a small hill. This successfully blocked the subsequent Tatar cavalry's offensive and won valuable time for the Ming army to retreat.

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When Chen Xi issued an order to give up the first front, the number of Tatar soldiers attacking the trench gradually increased.

Unfortunately, the trench is not a paradise, but is more similar to hell. It not only has sand piles as obstacles, but also has many fences and wooden frames. The Taurus cavalry entered it and were unable to move. They were killed by cold guns from both wings from time to time. Even if they wanted to pursue the Ming soldiers, they could not do it.

Chen Xi stood on the high platform behind the third trench and carefully checked the situation. When the Ming Dynasty officers and soldiers almost retreated from the traffic trench to the rear, he turned his head to Wang Lingzhi beside him and ordered: "See the right time and detonate the gunpowder buried in the traffic trench and the front line!"

"yes!"

Wang Lingzhi received the order, but how could he judge whether it was a good time? Chen Xi said this just to remind him to be prepared.

At the same time, in the rear of the Tatar cavalry, Turuborot, the eldest prince of the Dayan tribe, did not enter a mile from the Ming army's front line. Because he was in poor health and did not have the courage to die, he just waited for news from the front line in the rear and rode his horse back and forth.

"The big prince, the troops of Yile Qianhu have entered the Ming army camp!"

The messenger brought the situation on the front line to Tuluborot to know.

Tuluborot was stunned at first, then muttered to himself: "The Ming army gave up its frontier position so easily? This is not the style of Chen Xi!"

Obviously, Tuluborot did not believe that the troops he led could easily defeat the army led by Chen Xi, so he was skeptical of this information and wondered whether there were any traps in it.

The official next to him said, "Big Prince, let's rush forward quickly, otherwise we will be looked down upon by the national teacher!"

Tuluborot looked behind him and said, "I don't know where the national teacher's men are yet... Do you really think they will follow you? At most, they are here to pick up ready-made cheapness! Order the entire army to continue to launch a fierce attack!"
Chapter completed!