Nanming Engineer

Chapter 177 Night Attack
"Junmen, I'm all for you. Don't talk about anything else. How many military exploits you have made for the court and how many gifts you have received. If you didn't fight a good battle, you were sent here In the camp, why?"

"That's right, Junmen. Diaoyu City is a very dangerous place. Back then, even the Mongols couldn't get through it. How could we take it down in one day with just our few people? It's clearly difficult for the strong."

"The most abominable thing is that gang of villains. Today we lost a lot of sons and daughters. It seems that the Shizhu barbarians will be exhausted. If you work harder, you may be able to capture them tomorrow. Master Zeng will be able to take advantage of those gangs with a military order." Grandson, is this fucking fair?"

The confidantes ate a few glasses of wine and complained in one go. They were originally soldiers, and they were not so particular, so they started talking with their tongues open. The more Yang Zhan thought about it, the more angry he became, and the more angry he became, the more he could not think smell.

Although I had issued a military order at the beginning, promising to capture Diaoyu City, if I failed to capture it within a day's time limit, I should be punished, but I did my best. After killing so many family members, I was really unwilling to be dispatched like this.

Yang Zhan felt more and more depressed, and poured wine into his stomach one cup after another. As the saying goes, when wine is in the heart, sorrow adds three points.The wine was low-quality wine, after drinking it, several people changed glasses and drank while cursing, drank up several wine jars, patted the table and asked the soldiers to find a few more jars of wine, and then had some meat. Drunken night drinking.

The noise continued until late at night, before it stopped in the big tent. They lay down in disorder in the tent, drooling and snoring like thunder, and fell asleep. Yang Zhan lay on the long table, snoring the loudest.

The masters and generals were drinking, and the soldiers below followed suit. They were all soldiers, who didn't know how to be lazy. After this day, they were so tired that they survived in the shadows of swords and swords. They fell into deep sleep in the tents one after another. Even the officers on duty, who were supposed to patrol the camp according to regulations, also found a place in the lee to sleep secretly. In this large military camp, who would dare to steal the camp without open eyes?

The night was deep, with dark clouds covering the moon. Except for the light of torches and lanterns scattered throughout the camp, everything was pitch black. The sentry standing at the gate of the camp hugged his long gun and yawned drowsily. fart chat.

The camp of tens of thousands of people fell into a deep sleep, and the fishing city on the mountain was also silent. Both the enemy and us were taking advantage of the darkness, licking their wounds, recovering their physical strength, and accumulating strength for the life-and-death battle in the future.

No one noticed that a frog croaked from the grass pile outside the wooden wall of the baggage camp. The frog croaked three times in a row, then stopped, and immediately there was a frog croaking in the shadow of the trees not far away. After a while, a figure sprang out from the woods and came to the grass.

This man was dressed in a black night suit and was tall and tall. Taking advantage of the faint starlight in the sky, he walked quickly among the grass in the dark, stopping and going, as if he was looking for something.

A figure stood up from the bushes, grabbed his hand, and dragged him into a pile of grass. The man in black dodged in, and whispered to the person pulling him: "My lord, you are here!"

The voice was calm yet innocent, it was Chen Xiang's signature voice, and the person pulling him showed half of his face in the haystack, looking in the direction of Yang Zhan's heavy camp, it was Wang Huan.

"How is it? Can the guards at Zeng Ying's camp find out more about it?" Wang Huan asked in a low voice.

Chen Xiang approached him, stretched out his hand and pointed out: "Yang Zhan failed to attack the city today, which made Zeng Ying furious, and sent him to the supply camp as a guard. This is something we didn't expect. We were supposed to guard here. It's a general, who exchanged defenses with Yang Zhan before dark."

With a bit of joy in his voice, he pointed to a big tent in the middle of the wooden wall and said, "I've been lying here for a long time, and I heard someone shouting for wine from the big tent, and I saw Yang Zhan and a few The generals came in with a crowd, but they never came out, probably because they died of drunkenness in the tent."

Wang Huan grinned slightly at the corner of his mouth, and said with a soft smile: "Yang Zhan suffered a great loss and was disliked by Zeng Ying. He must be depressed. Sending patrol sergeants, there is no secret sentry, there are only a few open posts at the door, such laziness, it seems that Yang Zhan has no fighting spirit in his heart."

Behind him, a few more heads popped up, it was Zu Bian, Ma Wannian and others, and behind them, there were countless dark figures, fully armed and holding knives, bent over and squatting in the grass, Quietly without a sound.

Wang Huan straightened his face, and said in a deep voice: "It's just right, and it's more conducive to our actions. Later, according to the method agreed upon in the plan, I will lead people to rush to the baggage camp and set fire to it. You each identify your own targets and lurk Outside the camp, under the banner of Huoqi, they rushed out together. In the dark, Zeng Ying couldn't figure out how many troops there were, and he couldn't figure out who stole the camp. There would be chaos. As long as there was chaos in his army, he would be famous for a long time The old general has nothing to do but run for his life."

Several people around Zu laughed. These people were all rough people, and the "hehe" sounds they made under their breaths were terrifying. Wang Huan got goosebumps all over his body, shuddered, and asked in a vicious voice: "Do you understand everything? ?”

Everyone responded softly: "Understood!"

Wang Huan waved his hand, and everyone clasped their fists at him in the dark, turned their heads and walked away, taking their own white-robed soldiers along the edge of Zeng Yingda's campfire that could not be illuminated by it.

Wang Huan and Chen Xiang hid in the grass, silently and patiently waiting. The white-robed soldiers from Kuizhou behind him also did not make a sound, like a group of stone statues buried in the haystack, waiting silently.

About an hour later, the sound of clappers in Zeng Ying's army passed three rounds, and when even the dozen or so sentries at the gate of the camp were squatting on the ground and began to doze off, Wang Huan stood up and growled in a low voice: "Okay, Do it!"

He was holding a long wax pole spear, a sharp-edged waist knife hanging from his waist, a white scarf around his head, and a white robe over a rattan armor. In the dark night, countless white-robed soldiers straightened up at the same time, followed his footsteps, and ran towards the gate of the camp silently.

At the gate of the supply camp, several fires were burning, illuminating the area with a radius of dozens of paces. More than a dozen skirmishers were led by a general, sitting or lying down bored to pass the time. He wanted to sleep, but he couldn't fall asleep due to the heavy humidity in the ground, so he opened his eyes again cursingly, and looked forward casually.

Seeing this almost frightened his soul out, only to see a group of white ghosts rushing towards him in the dim light of the fire in front, the group of white ghosts seemed to be running towards him without touching the ground from a distance, Holding a long white stick in his hand, it looks like Bai Wuchang from the underworld.

"There's a ghost!" Mr. Qipo was so frightened that he stopped for three seconds. After a strange cry, he turned around and was about to run away. However, he heard a continuous sound of piercing the air behind him, and several crossbow arrows shot out from his chest, killing him alive. nailed to the ground.

Wang Huan's eyes were full of murderous intent, and he took the lead with a spear in his hand. He flew forward and stabbed the spear fiercely into the chest of a sentry who had just woken up from his sleep and was in a daze. He stopped and stabbed at the next sentry.

The white-robed soldiers behind him didn't make a sound, they just shot the mountain-destroying crossbow in their hands at anyone they saw, and stabbed them with their long spears, and the dozen or so sentinels at the gate who were killed by a single encounter rushed straight into the camp. middle.

The camp was quiet, and no one noticed that a group of uninvited guests had broken in. When Wang Huan and others rushed in, there was no one in the camp to fight. The snoring in the tents was still the same, only the crackling of the campfire.

Wang was overjoyed. The night attack had gone so smoothly so far. He took out a burning dry stick from a pile of campfires, threw it on the top of a tent, and roared: "Kill! Set fire!"

(End of this chapter)