Chapter 995: B-shaped volume, meteors and fire showers, a feast

The night gradually calmed down, and the entire wilderness gradually became cooler. The whirling autumn wind caused the grass leaves to dance in the darkness. With the help of swaying torches, rows of simple and rough Juma stakes could be seen outside the camp. They were erected one after another to form an irregular protective line.

As the main force of the five Inner Khalkha tribes arrived outside Qian'an City, Feng Ziying spent the entire day observing the four cities carefully.

The number exceeds 50,000, which is indeed frightening. If the five Inner Khalkha tribes concentrate their forces to attack at all costs, Qian'an will not be able to defend it.

 It is just a conclusion reached by Feng Ziying, Hou Chengzu and Zuo Liangyu after discussion.

Ten times the number of defenders, and the walls of Qian'an City were short. Although the moat was fed by water from the Luan River, filling up the moat was not a problem with abundant animal power.

Since the afternoon, the Mongolian soldiers have begun to fill in the moats on both sides of the east and north sides in an orderly manner. Dozens of wooden-wrapped loading trucks are rapidly approaching under the push and pull of armored packhorses and soldiers, relying on huge wooden shields. The moat began to fill up. In just two hours, after hundreds of casualties were incurred, several moats on both sides were quickly filled up.

The Mongolian soldiers' decisiveness and fearlessness of death were beyond Feng Ziying's expectations. He realized that he had underestimated the enemy's determination.

The Mongols can afford the loss of hundreds or even thousands of troops. Since they are going south to fight the autumn wind, if they can't bear even this loss, there is no need to come.

If this progress is followed, the Mongolian army will be able to officially launch a full-scale attack in two days at the latest. By then, the outcome will really be determined by head-on attrition tactics.

In that case, our side has no chance of winning. Thousands of gunmen will only be exhausted by the opponent's arrows and artillery attacks. Maybe the opponent will also pay a heavy price, but it is meaningless to our side, and it may even They have to pay a heavy price in the destruction of the entire Qian'an city.

Feng Ziying knew that she couldn't survive like this anymore and had to take risks.

He had considered a lot before this, but after much calculation, he also knew that in the end the outcome would be determined by the consumption of strength between the two armies. But before that, he had yet to figure out how to consume the other side to the maximum extent or demoralize the other side. I have thought about it a lot.

The enemy is strong and we are weak, but our own advantage is that we fight at home and are familiar with the people. We must make full use of these advantages.

More than ten boats hidden in the reeds were quietly released.

This is only a few miles away from Qian'an City. The enemy's scouts have passed along the river bank several times, but they have not been able to detect the dozen or so specially hidden ships hidden in the reeds.

The ugly moment has passed, and the boat moves downward under the silent and rhythmic oars of the boatmen, at a very fast speed but in an orderly manner.

Feng Ziying, who was standing on the top of the northwest city wall, was pacing back and forth uneasily. From here, she could see the flickering lights of the campsite a few miles away. The Mongols were very careful, not only dividing the camping area into several areas, but also separating them from each other. The subordinates kept a certain distance, and at the same time set up the Juma stakes at all costs to prevent Dazhou from using the night to rob the camp.

 Feng Ziying did not think that stealing a camp at night was a good idea.

 The Mongols came from afar, and when they had an absolute advantage, they would definitely rather use strength to overcome skill, and would rather work harder in all aspects than take risks.

 So if you want to catch the Mongols off guard, you must use a unique move.

"Busiya Mara, are Delgrad and the others ready?" Feng Ziying turned around and asked.

“Don’t worry, sir, as long as your side can move as scheduled, then our side will definitely move as scheduled.” Bushiyamala replied solemnly.

 …

More than ten boats were moving slowly on the Luanhe River.

When the water rises in autumn, the Luanhe River becomes much wider, and it is very dangerous for more than ten boats to sail in the dark. However, these selected boatmen have been making a living on the Luanhe River for a long time, and they have been doing this for a month. preparation.

"That's almost it." The speaker was Song Zian, the official of Qian'an County Military House. He was born and raised on the banks of the Luan River. He knew the situation on both sides of the Luan River very well. With the flashing of lanterns on the boat, the speed of the boat increased. Dip.

 All the boats began to slow down under the vigorous paddling of the boatmen, and even began to adjust the direction of the bows and move closer to the shore.

At first, the sentinels on the shore did not notice the changes on the river. At this time, the ugly time had passed, and it was also the time when people are most likely to fall asleep. Until several boats approached the edge of the river beach and crashed on the platform. The noise aroused the vigilance of the Mongolian sentry on the platform.

With the torches raised and the bonfire suddenly lit, more than a dozen ships lined up along the river bank. The distance between each ship was not large, and each ship was several feet away, but no soldiers were seen rushing down.

With the shrill sound of gongs, all the Mongolians camping along the riverbank platform became restless.

The campsite chosen by the Mongols was actually quite good. It was about three to fifty feet away from the river beach, and it was a platform nearly five feet higher than the river bank. They also carefully checked along the river bank and found that there were no structures. Possibility of dam flooding.

But the arrival of these more than ten ships is a bit strange. At most, they can only carry more than a thousand people, but that's the limit. But what's the point of stealing a camp like this?

Just when large numbers of Mongolians began to rush onto the platform and form formations, they finally saw a scene they had never expected.

The return cannon on each ship began to show its power. With skilled operation, the return cannon specially fixed on the ship, under the operation of the operator, ejected three or five porcelain bottles every time and threw them into the deep darkness. He headed straight towards the Mongolian camp dozens of feet away.

The crisp sound of "cracking" and "cracking" exploded on the ground. There was neither a roar nor a burst of fire, and no one flipped over. For a while, the formation of Mongolians on the shore were still Mongolians who had not yet come out of the camp. , all a little confused.

But they soon smelled a strong oily smell, and if they were Tumut Mongolians who had dealt with Yulin Town, they would immediately understand what these things were, but for those who were thousands of miles away, For the tribes of Khalkha, it is too unfamiliar.

They had never seen these things before, and they even subconsciously touched what these slimy and dirty things were.

It should be said that the Mongols had made preparations for fire prevention. They kept cutting down the vegetation around the camps to prevent enemy fire attacks. They even kept a certain distance between each camp, but they never understood it. The power of this fierce fire oil was unknown until their horses and men were splashed or stained with these things.

Just as the Mongols formed a formation and approached the shore, the last few rounds of firing from the ship finally began. The ignited stones and wooden **** were scattered and scattered, and the fireballs with flames passed through the air in beautiful and gorgeous arcs. , like a shower of meteors and fire, filling the air on the bank of the Luan River, and then falling into the endless darkness.

When they fell to the ground, they were like fire demons from the lava land of hell, instantly destroying everything on the ground. The hundreds of clay pots that had been thrown out earlier were filled with fierce fire oil that was already on the platform. The camp was scattered in all directions, ignited by this series of fire rain, and in just a few breaths, the entire platform was enveloped in a layer of orange-red flames.

After being stunned for a short time, the Mongols on the shore finally understood what these enemies from the Luan River had done. In a panic, they didn't know how to face this situation for a while.

The camp was dyed crazily almost instantly. The tents and horses were burning, and the war horses and pack horses that were ignited by the fire were running around like crazy. There was only one light in the entire Zarut camp. During tea time, he was completely in flames.

At this time, the river wind along the river bank added fuel to the flames, making the entire fire even more uncontrollable, and the people on the boat in the river could only stare at this scene blankly.

The firecrackers who had already aimed their guns were completely stunned by this scene, and even forgot to shoot at the chaotic Mongolian army on the platform.

"Sir?" The boss next to him couldn't help but asked Hou Chengzu, who had been standing speechless, to remind him that it was time to launch a round of shooting.

Hou Chengzu woke up from the shock and shook his head: "No need, it's all a waste. How many of these Mongolians can escape? Even if they escape, how many more will they have left?" Who has the morale to fight?"

"Then what are we doing now...?" Jiang always looked at the burning river bank, feeling the various burnt odors coming from the river bank and the constant heat, and was at a loss.

Hou Chengzu shook his head, "You can withdraw."

Originally, he was planning to shoot a few rounds at the Mongolian soldiers on the platform here to open the scoring, but Hou Chengzu suddenly lost interest. He remembered what Feng Ziying said to him. The biggest danger in the expedition was the lack of understanding of the geographical terrain. Familiarity and ignorance, and lack of understanding of the enemy, are often fatal factors in failure.

Reminiscent of the fact that Feng Ziying started to make various preparations in Qian'an a month in advance. The fleet hid in the reeds on the river bank, practiced sailing along the river several times, designed and tested the range of the return artillery set on the ship, and responded to the Mongols on the river bank. The choice of camping site can really be said to mean that one minute on stage and ten years off stage.

It can be said that no matter which one of the Mongolians they are, as long as they choose to set up camp in the most suitable campsite, then this meteor shower is destined to become an appetizer that they must enjoy.

More than a dozen boats in the river that had completed their missions were slowly descending. On the river bank, wolves were running around, crying and roaring, and it was a mess...

 (End of this chapter)