Seven Hundred and Sixtieth IX Small Test

Ahead was a camp, which seemed a bit abrupt in the vast expanse of whiteness. …novel. …novel

Probably because they felt that they had no opponents on the grassland, so a bonfire was lit at the sentry post at the gate of the camp. Two Mongolian people were chatting and laughing by the bonfire, looking very relaxed.

Fang Xing put down the binoculars and waved his hand lightly.

Fang Wu and Xiaodao were wearing white cloaks, creeping away quietly from behind.

Xiaodao was very excited. He didn't kill many people in Nuer Gandusi last time, and was compared by Fang Wu, so today he vowed to overtake and come back.

Creeping in the snow still made noise, so at a distance of fifty steps, Fang Wu in front raised his hand, the knife stopped hastily, and then he took off the bow and crossbow from his back.

In the sight of the binoculars, Fang Xing saw the two Mengyuan men fall down, and said in a low voice, "Get ready!"

This time it was not the cavalry who took the lead.

The unarmored infantry formed a queue and slowly approached the camp.

Fang Xing was at the front, holding a shotgun in his hand, walked to the gate of the camp, waved back, and Lao Qi Xin led people over.

The gate of the camp was opened, although the sound was very small, but in this silent night, it was like Hong Zhong Dalu.

Fang Xing's eyes widened, and he shouted: "Assault!"

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With an exclamation, the whole camp boiled up.

"Send a signal to let the scouts Baihu seize the horses!"

At least one-third of Fang Xing's goals tonight are horses.

Marching on the vast prairie was too difficult. Without horses, Fang Xing didn't dare to go deep, otherwise he would be a living target and would be dragged to death by the opponent.

"Rush in!"

The small flag officers shouted and rushed into the camp with their teams according to the prior arrangement.

Fang Xing walked slowly in this messy camp under the escort of Xin Laoqi, as if he was wandering on the streets of Jinling City.

A group of sergeants rushed to the edge of the tent, followed the order of the little flag officer, and fired a volley of guns,

Knocks out disheveled enemies to the ground.

"Grenade!"

A grenade was ignited and thrown in, and it exploded, followed by a scream from inside.

"Made! Be careful, don't rush in!"

The tent was set on fire, and amidst the flames, the cavalry also came in from the slanting stabs.

In the flames, a big man with naked upper body was shouting in the middle.

"Uncle, that man is calling people to gather."

Hearing the interpreter's words, Yang Fuhong, who didn't dare to rush in, said anxiously: "Uncle, we must disperse them, otherwise"

Xin Laoqi glared at him, Fang Xing said flatly: "If you dare to speak out, if you dare to stand there, he is dead!"

Yang Fuhong stomped his feet and said, "Uncle, this"

According to Yang Fuhong's experience, if the opponent's assembled people cannot be dispersed in time, not only will there be many casualties in this battle, the key is that they cannot be wiped out!

At that time, Yang Fuhong, who was recommended by Wang Huan to be a guide, was a little reluctant at first, but now that he saw that he had the chance to win, he wanted to make some military achievements.

But seeing that his military achievements were not complete, Yang Fuhong finally became impatient.

Fang Xing watched several soldiers kneeling on one knee, pointing their guns at that side, and said, "Ask someone to surrender."

Fuck you!

While watching the enemy troops approaching that person, Yang Fuhong calculated how much military merit he could gain.

At this moment, after several gunshots, Yang Fuhong saw the man's body shake and then fell to the ground.

Fuck!

"Kneel down and don't kill!"

As the man fell, the last hope of the enemy was dashed, and the sound of the musket volley was deafening,

"Grenade!"

A group of Ming troops suppressed a dozen enemies behind the tent, and scattered arrows shot from the opposite side. After the hundred household officials shouted, more than a dozen grenades were thrown over.

"Boom!"

Yang Fuhong watched in astonishment as dozens of soldiers bent over and rushed over. Arrows and lead bullets intersected.

As soon as the grenade exploded, the sergeants behind immediately covered it from both sides, looking as if they were familiar with it after rehearsing countless times.

"volley!"

The power of the flintlock rifle was undoubtedly revealed at this time. With the sound of the gun, more than a dozen enemies who wanted to escape fell down.

The few remaining enemies knelt on the ground under the deterrence of firepower, shouting in horror.

"Kneel down and don't kill!"

Unfamiliar Mongolian language resounded throughout the camp, Fang Xing turned around and glanced at Yang Fuhong who was wiping his saliva and said, "Lin Qun'an go gather the prisoners, Fang Wu go gather the horses and luggage, let's see how much we can gain."

Yang Fuhong stared blankly at Fang Xing walking towards those sergeants, his brows were full of relief.

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A kneeling prisoner suddenly jumped up when Fang Xing approached. The distance was too short, and he was about to hug Fang Xing.

"Boom!"

The sergeants around turned their guns, and Fang Xing had already ended the battle.

"Go to Nima!"

Fang Xing carried the shotgun on his shoulders, without even looking at the enemy who had been beaten into a sieve in the chest and abdomen, his eyes swept over the prisoners, and said lightly: "Kill ten people!"

Xin Laoqi shouted furiously: "Catch ten people and come out!"

Xiaodao led people into the pile of prisoners, smashed them with the butt of their guns, kicked them, and kicked out ten people.

Xin Laoqi commanded the people to line up and shouted: "Get ready to shoot!"

"Bang bang bang bang!"

As soon as the ten people got up and wanted to run, they were hit by dense lead bullets and their bodies trembled wildly.

"Who else?"

Xiaodao asked loudly in Mongolian language.

Quietly, all the captives bowed their heads.

Killing is always the best deterrent method, Fang Xing knows this very well.

Seeing that the scene was calmed down, Fang Xing said: "All gather, and those who resist will be killed without mercy!"

At this time, Fang Wu came over and reported, "Master, more than a hundred horses have been lost, and the rest are tied up."

"Yes, we can also become cavalry, hahahaha!"

As soon as Fang Xing's mood improved, Lin Qun'an dared to come over and ask a question: "Uncle, how to deal with these prisoners?"

Fang Xing put away his smile and said coldly, "Take it back and give it to Wang Huan. When the weather gets warmer, repair Xinghe Castle."

Free labor is not in vain!

Xinghe Fort is isolated outside the Great Wall, and the Xuan Mansion has been applying for expansion, but it has been repeatedly beaten back, and even Zhu Di does not support it.

For the captives sent by Fang Xing, the Xuan Mansion should not be stingy with the money and food, at least it can strengthen Xinghe Fort.

"Master, I found a lot of mutton. It seems that it is really the elite of Alutai."

On the grassland, the easiest way to judge whether the opponent is elite or not is to look at the supplies.

If there is no meat, it is probably a motley army or an unpopular army.

Fang Xing said indifferently: "So what about the elite? The arrogant soldiers must be defeated!"

The captives were tied into strings with ropes, so of course they couldn't enjoy the tents. As for how many people would freeze to death at night, Fang Xing didn't care at all.

Yang Fuhong followed Fang Xing in a daze all the time, and then he said as if awakened from a dream: "Uncle, do you want me to send someone back to report the letter?"

"No."

Fang Xing rubbed his stomach and said, "I'm hungry, let someone cook, let's eat some mutton too."

Yang Fuhong felt that he had been left out in the cold. If it was someone else, he would definitely go to the camp, but Fang Xing's slaughter today made him a little scared.

"Tonight, except for the brothers guarding the prisoners, everyone can drink!"

"Thank you uncle!"

Feeling this vigor, Yang Fuhong suddenly felt that his idea of ​​messing around with Bo was wrong.

If I can follow Xing Hebo, will it be

But Daming's generals are not so easy to deploy. When he went to express his loyalty to Fang Xing, Fang Xing said coldly: "There are no fat people in Jubao Mountain Guard." Baidu search "", read the latest and most complete novels!