Chapter 353 Night Attack on the Military Camp

Departure. "

Standing on the temporary high platform, Mr. Wen Yang, who was in high spirits, pointed his long sword and issued an order for the whole army to set off.

At this time, there was still about an hour before dawn. He had no intention of launching a night attack in the middle of the night, because the 20,000 soldiers under his command could not see at night. They did not dare to march with torches at night, so they could only march in the dark an hour in advance.

It's not that the army really marched in the dark, torches were still used, but only one or two torches were lit at intervals. The soldiers marched with one foot high and one foot low in the weak light, and the speed was very slow.

But Mr. Wen Yang also He calculated that even if the marching speed was slow, he could reach the camp of the First Independent Division of the National Defense Army in an hour before the sky was bright, and then launch an attack and defeat the First Independent Division in one fell swoop.

His wishful thinking was working, but he didn't know that the intelligence had been leaked long ago. Hong Niangzi had already dug a big pit waiting for him to fall into the trap, and a battalion of troops was ambushed in the woods near the temporary camp, ready to destroy his lair.

The camp was full of various military supplies, which were donated by some merchants. However, half of them went into the pockets of the Donglin Party leaders, a small part went into Mr. Wen Yang's pocket, and the rest went into the pockets of the Donglin Party leaders. It will be used as military pay. Mr. Wen Yang will reward them according to their merits after the battle.

Mr. Wen Yang's 20,000 troops marched for half an hour on the relatively flat official road, then turned into the bumpy village road and marched towards the camp of Hongniangzi's Independent First Division. During the period, some soldiers sprained their feet because it was dark, so they had to sit in the woods by the roadside and wait for the end of the war before returning to the team.

The camp of the Independent First Division of the National Defense Army is located on Xiaopan Mountain. There is only one road up the mountain. After the soldiers of the Independent First Division repaired it, the mountain road is wide but winding.

When Mr. Wen Yang led his troops to the foot of Xiaopan Mountain, it was still half a pillar of land before dawn. The time of incense is actually the time when people sleep the deepest.

Mr. Wen Yang led his troops up the mountain. The scouts who opened the way in front kept coming back to report that the barracks were silent. The soldiers on guard might be lazy and went to sleep somewhere. There was no ghost to be seen.

Mr. Wen Yang was overjoyed. He led his troops to the front of the barracks, asked people to open the gate, and then pointed his long sword and issued an attack order.

The densely packed soldiers roared and killed, waving swords and other weapons to kill into the barracks.

The dense gunfire like firecrackers suddenly sounded, and the soldiers who were charging in the front screamed and fell down.

"Charge, keep charging, and you will win if you kill your way in! "

The sudden intensive gunfire startled everyone, including Mr. Wen Yang. They instinctively stopped and looked back at the direction of the general flag, waiting for Mr. Wen Yang's order.

Mr. Wen Yang knew that he had fallen into a trap, but he still had a glimmer of hope in his heart. As long as the army rushed into the barracks and fought with the Independent First Division, the muskets would lose their use and could only be used as fire sticks.

However, he had never been on the battlefield. Even though he had heard that the Royal First Regiment used the three-stage shooting tactic when sniping Li Zicheng's army's crazy attack, he didn't care at all. Could the three-stage shooting withstand the crazy attack of his 20,000 troops like a tide?

Another thing is that he overestimated the combat effectiveness of his private soldiers. The 20,000 soldiers were farmers who had just put down their farm tools and went to the battlefield with swords and other weapons. Their combat effectiveness was the worst of the worst.

Independent The volleys of the First Division were continuous, and under the dense rain of bullets, groups of private soldiers screamed and fell down, and the ground was full of corpses with various causes of death. The wounded private soldiers who were not dead lay in a pool of blood and struggled and screamed.

If Zhu Youjian had not required a large amount of free labor and asked Hongniangzi to capture more prisoners, the soldiers of the First Independent Division would have greeted them with grenades and bombarded them crazily with dozens of large and small caliber artillery.

The private soldiers who went to the battlefield for the first time saw their former companions and friends falling down in groups, and the corpses with various causes of death piled up on the flat ground, and the blood dyed the flat ground red. They were already scared and ran back in a hive.

"Don't retreat, hold on, kill in, kill..." Mr. Wen Yang waved the iron sword in his hand and roared, but the dense gunfire and shrill screams like firecrackers completely covered his voice.

"Sir, we have been tricked, run away quickly. "

The guards around him saw that the situation was not good, so they quickly put him on the warhorse and ran desperately down the mountain. If they didn't run away, they would be knocked down by the fleeing soldiers who were scrambling to escape, and trampled into meat patties, leaving no trace of their bodies.

"Oh, I didn't expect that the first battle I commanded would be like this..." Mr. Wen Yang knew that the situation was hopeless, so he could only sigh and run down the mountain.