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Chapter 479 Night Battle

Han Xuan nodded.

More than 200 people can lurk here, which is almost the same.It is only seventy or eighty steps away from the nearest Mongolian camp.This distance is barely enough to launch a surprise attack.

Several soldiers looked at him nervously and expectantly, and he was silent for a while.

In front of the soldiers, Han Xuan tried his best to keep calm and composed, but in fact, he knew better than anyone else that there was no way to do this raid.If the Mongols were allowed to sweep across the wilderness and defend the city, they would definitely lose, but at this moment, if they were a little careless in raising the army to attack at night, the whole army would be wiped out.

Han Xuan has faced such danger many times, but he has never had such a responsibility before.

In the night, the wind direction suddenly changed.The wind blowing from the southeast sea violently shook the Mongolian tents, and the scattered torches in the camps also shook violently.

When the wind direction changed, the noise and shouts of the Mongols seemed to suddenly rang a lot, and the footsteps of the sailors could not be heard in the direction of the Mongols.Han Xuan turned over, leaned his back against the slope, slid to the bottom, and said to the soldiers on the left and right: "Good luck... Come with me, let's get closer."

The raid of a small number of soldiers and horses has been the most common battle mode between the Golden Army and the Mongolian Army along the northern border trenches in the past ten years.

The Mongols have a vast territory and scattered tribes. It is not always possible to gather a large army to fight. It has always been a few tribes on the border that have been entangled with the Jin army for a long time.

On the side of the Jin army, as the garrison in Jiehao gradually declined, there were more and more officers on empty pay and old and weak soldiers who could not fight. Therefore, occasionally a few heroic generals were happy to use this small-scale battle to gain military exploits.Although they are no match for the main force of the Mongolian army, it is good to kill a group of old and weak women and children on the grassland to ask for credit.

Han Xuan is the descendant of the driving army of Wuyueying in Changzhou, that is, the slaves of the Liao people back then. According to the usual practice, he must be driven as a vanguard in every battle.Therefore, he has participated in many such raids. In terms of experience in this area alone, he is comparable to Monk Luo.

Generally speaking, night raids are not a good way to deal with Mongols.

Perhaps because of the water and soil of the grassland, or for other reasons, Mongolians generally have better eyesight at night than Central Plains people.The area behind Monan Mountain is flat and open. If soldiers approach on horseback, it is easy for the Mongols to spot them in advance. If they walk, they cannot match the speed of the Mongols riding far away.

However, for such a key military fort as Wuyue Camp, there are many soldiers who have guarded the local area for generations. They are familiar with the surrounding terrain, so they can look for flaws and opportunities to ambush.Han Xuan was a veteran of this way in Changzhou, and he is still the same in Gaizhou.

Before being promoted by Guo Ning, Han Xuan had been a top soldier for 20 years, spending half of his life in the military camp. This year, he was suddenly promoted to Liaohai Defense Envoy to take charge of one side's military administration.In Guo Ning's position, it is natural to weigh many parties, and I feel that Han Xuan's ability and loyalty are reassuring.

But in Han Xuan's own opinion, he is still the pawn of Northern Xinjiang back then, and he really doesn't feel that he has the ability to take charge of one side.So since he was stationed in Gaizhou, he has been diligent all the time, not to mention other official duties, but according to his own habit of being a pawn, he has made a solid survey of the surrounding terrain of Gaizhou.

This matter is not easy.In the past few months, he ran around when he had free time, lost his way in the mountains several times, and fell into the swamp several times, resulting in embarrassment.When it finally came to an end, his whole body was dark and thin.

Up to now, when it comes to the understanding of every mountain and every ravine, even people who have lived here for a long time cannot surpass him.There are only 24 large and small settlements around Jian'an County in Gaizhou. Even with his eyes closed, he can walk around a few times safely.

Such hard work pays off.

When his understanding of the terrain reached a familiar level, he knew how his own soldiers and horses would act, and even how the Mongolian army would set up camps when they came from afar.

Two hundred warriors, each with a bow and arrow, and a sword with a sword.In order to facilitate lurking, everyone does not wear armor, and their weapons are also wrapped in coarse cloth to avoid bumping noise or reflecting light to attract attention.They half bent their waists and filed behind Han Xuan, like a giant snake with its armor stretched, meandering between the grass and fields.

On both sides of the ravine, there are occasional sparse forests and shrubs, most of which are empty. As the crowd advances, there are rustling noises from time to time, which means that the little nocturnal beasts have been disturbed.

The route was not straight, but an oblique curve. When everyone stopped again, Han Xuan could smell the stench of a large number of livestock gathering in the air, as well as the rhythmic sound of horses chewing hay.

Under the iron-gray sky, snow particles were still falling, and it was hard to see what was on the flat ground, but Han Xuan nodded to the left and right with satisfaction.

Here it is, yes.

This is a meadow reserved for raising horses during the construction of the fifth village with the word C earlier.At this moment, wooden poles and ropes were logically surrounded around the meadow, and a fence for horses was set up by a Mongolian family.

According to the system of the Mongolian army, each cavalry has its own horse, but when the army is in action, every thousand households have a so-called "Wulachi", that is, shepherds, who are responsible for taking care of the horses.Every time they camp, the horses of each thousand households form a group of four to five hundred horses, and are handed over to two Ulachi and their subordinates to take care of them.

Most of Wulachi held a chicken-heart iron scorpion as a whip and hammer, while the shepherds under him all held leather whips, and the horses looked at them in awe.

Every night when they camped, Wu Lachi collected horses from the centurion and ten-man commanders, and stood in front of the centurion's tent to count them.

At this moment, everyone was behind the livestock pen, farther away from the camp where the Mongols gathered and laughed.But this is just right, the horror of the Mongols is mostly on the horses, and starting with the horses is the key to victory.

Han Xuan tied an iron shield firmly to his left arm, clenched the long knife left and right, and shook the loosely wrapped cloth.Immediately, with a knife around, a few cronies tended:
"Xiao Zhuangwei, take 20 people into the forest on the slope on the left, and spread out as much as possible. When I enter the camp, light all the torches you have prepared, and then throw arson to your heart's content to build up momentum."

"As ordered."

"Wang Qingshan, you also take 20 people. Taking advantage of the disturbance here, sneak to the south of the stockade and spread out as much as possible. The ones in the stockade are the troops of the Mongolian general Zhebe. They don't move, and neither do you. If you move, you immediately light the pine torches and throw arson as much as you want to contain the enemy."

"Yes."

"The rest of the people follow me to cut camp. Apart from fighting, they also have to urge their horses to charge and set fire to them. I have learned those two lines of Khitan language beforehand, and I have firmly memorized them. When the time comes, everyone will shout and don't stop."

"As ordered!"

"For this killing, as long as the Mongolian army is disturbed, the Khitan people they are coercing will disperse without entanglement. After the fighting starts, everyone will retreat immediately. Wang Zai'er, you take ten people and go to the periphery first. Gather up the horses to respond, within two watch points, regardless of whether all the ministries are in order, return to Gaizhou to report."

"As ordered!"

Several partial generals led the order to go separately.

Estimated that they were in their respective positions, and the rest of the soldiers gathered in the shelter, lit the torches, and distributed them one by one.

When ready, Han Xuan shouted: "Follow me."

He turned over and used his strength, stepping on the uneven earth and rocks on the edge of the gully, and rushed upwards.

Now that the fight was about to take place, the soldiers were all excited, and finally the voices of promises became louder and louder, and the light of the torches was flickering, and there was no way to hide it.

When Han Xuan was about to climb onto the flat ground, a Mongolian Wu Lachi noticed something strange. He was standing by the side of the ravine to look around, holding the iron in one hand and pressing the fence of the horse pen with the other.

The moment the two people's eyes met, Han Xuan exhaled, swung the iron shield in his left hand, and smashed it on the swollen red face.

There was a muffled bang, and the Mongolian's teeth flew wildly, and half of his face was sunken.

The Mongolian suddenly suffered severe pain and opened his mouth to shout, but because the bones of his jaw were broken, he could only make a hoo hoo sound.Han Xuan stepped up to the flat ground, swung his knife across, and cut off his neck.

More soldiers rushed out from behind Han Xuan.Some people pushed down the fence with all their strength; some threw felt blankets dipped in kerosene on the horses, and immediately ignited them; kill.

More than a hundred people slashed and killed wildly, and broke into the barracks in a blink of an eye. Wherever they went, blood rained.

During the fight, everyone shouted in the half-baked Khitan language: "Khitan people don't kill Khitan people! Only kill black Tartars, not Khitan people!"

　To be honest, the broken jaw is mainly because of the goalkeeper of the Saudi team... Also, I want to watch the Brazil team's game, what should I do?Do you want to set the alarm clock?
　
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