Prodigal Son of the Ming Dynasty

  Chapter 542 Great Victory

   Along the narrow road, throwing all the way.

   These glass bottles, as many as you want, are all enough.

  The sky was full of fire, accompanied by thick smoke, and the tents of the Tatars were the easiest to burn. When they encountered an open flame, the cowhide felt and cloth strips would quickly spit out flames.

   This made the flying **** above feel uncomfortable.

  The smell is very choking.

As a result, all the flying **** had to be pulled up a little bit, and the thick smoke just dispersed when they reached the position of 150 steps. Although the sky was still filled with a pungent smell, but at this time, at least it felt better Not a lot.

  The balloon had to use the flywheel in the rattan basket to control the northward flight, and the density of the glass bottle was much smaller.

   But even so, the raging fire could no longer be contained.

  Under the balloon, the Tatar camp completely collapsed.

The Tatars had to give up their horses, watching in horror the fireworks that swept across, and the 'bombs' that were thrown down from the sky at any time. They were originally shoulder-to-shoulder partners, but now, in order to seek a chance of life, they had to pull out Swords, swords and soldiers meet.

  Yenda Khan sadly saw a bigger flame rising in the sky, which was the dry food and horse fodder hoarded by the Tatars.

  The piles of horse feed began to burn, and in almost all the stables, the frightened war horses began to flee in all directions.

   It's over...

  He looked at the burning men rushing out of the fire, the pain of being burned, anyone who saw it was enough to be terrified, and the cattle and horses became ownerless.

Yanda Khan was almost dragged by the guards all the way to the north. They hoped to find a few horses again and again, but these horses were all crazy. They couldn't control them no matter what. Come.

   There were defeated soldiers everywhere. Many awakened Tatars collapsed in an instant, drew out their long knives hysterically, and slashed indiscriminately.

   And the dark flying ball was still recovering, following their steps, moving forward slowly.

   "What is this?" Yanda Khan looked back at the flying ball that covered the stars and the moon, and murmured: "Southern...Southern..."

  Looking at the tragic situation around him, his heart felt like a knife, and his whole body was about to collapse.

  His face was contorted, ferocious and terrifying, and he stuck the long knife in his hand into the ground in great pain, raised his head and screamed: "I swear to repay this hatred!"

   "Khan..." The guards howled and shouted in panic, "Let's go, let's go."

   "Where are the sons, where are they?" Yanda Khan was still unwilling to leave, and wanted to take his sons away no matter what.

  The eldest son is dead, but there are still the second and third princes.

  The only youngest son stayed in the desert.

  The Tatars inherited the Mongolian system. If the older sons wanted to share some troops and set up their own households, they would follow their fathers in conquests, while the younger sons would be responsible for guarding the family.

   Now, his two sons are still in the camp engulfed by the fire.

Yanda Khan burst into tears, he was reluctant to leave, he wished to rescue his son immediately, but the fire engulfed the surroundings, he could only watch the fire engulfing everything in front of him, he roared and growled: " My son."

   "Great Khan!" The guards had to pull Yanda Khan and continue northward. Behind them, there were routs everywhere, and there were chaotic and fleeing war horses everywhere. The fire shot straight into the sky.

  I couldn't bear the flying ball full of smoke and dust, so I had to start to pull it up, keep pulling it up, and reach the upper air outlet.

Almost all the glass bottles have been thrown. Yang Biao took out the binoculars. The ground was lit up because of the fire. The camp in the binoculars has become a purgatory. Countless burnt black people are covered in fire. Those who are surrounded by the fire, those who want to rush out of the sea of ​​​​fire, and those who want to fight for a way to survive, and kill their companions with knives.

   Yang Biao chewed the beef jerky, and couldn't help but sigh with emotion: "It's really pitiful, why do you want to kill us, they come to kill us, we will kill them, what's the point of killing us to the end?"

   Shen Ao looked at the miserable scene below, thought about it seriously, and then answered Yang Biao: "Because for some people, plundering others is a shortcut to make themselves fed and clothed, so...they should all be killed."

Yang Biao thought for a while, then nodded and said: "That's right, my mother said, it seems like I know how to eat good food, and it is useless to be born. So I asked her, why do you have to give birth if it is useless to be born?" Guess what my mother said? My mother said that if she is not born, she will be bullied if she is small. My mother is really a reasonable person. Although she has never read any books, every sentence is It all makes sense, isn't it the same today? I was born to prevent us from being bullied, and if they want to rob us of Ming Dynasty, I will let them have a taste of it, Mr. Shen, do you want to eat beef jerky?"

  Shen Ao shook his head, took out his dry food from the bag, and smiled faintly at Yang Biao.

   "The beef jerky is too hard, let's eat something else."

After attacking for half an hour, the flying team began to return. After the flying ball was pulled high, it slowly passed through the canyons surrounded by mountains. In this dark night, it was like a ghost. Gradually behind them, farther and farther away.

   After passing the Datong Pass, the balloons began to land. After the balloons were lowered, they immediately dropped their iron sights. Then, the exhausted people turned over and got out of the rattan basket.

  Yang Biao immediately started to let off fireworks, and the fireworks lit up the night sky one by one.

  The ground crew not far away came quickly following the fireworks, and the pilots who landed nearby also came to gather.

   This night.

   The two flying **** lost contact and did not return to the pass. Only God knows where they went and whether they will come back.

   But even if you can't come back and the fly ball is intercepted by the Tatars, it doesn't matter, because without fuel, the fly ball is meaningless.

  The Tatars can't even make an iron pot, let alone supply the fuel for this flying ball.

  The rest of the people all returned to the pass.

  Fifty-eight flying **** and nearly 7,000 kerosene bottles were all thrown clean.

  Everyone who came back from outside the customs had a red light on their face.

  Although it was their first battle, the previous tension had disappeared without a trace.

   This raid was almost tantamount to crushing. It was completely taking advantage of the unpreparedness of the Tatars, and the Tatars did not expect that they would be attacked by flying **** from the sky, so they set up dense camps with confidence.

   As for how many Tatars died, only God knows.

   After all, Yang Biao is very anxious about calculations. If the sailors from Ningbo Water Village are replaced, the approximate number may be calculated through the telescope.

   It was just dawn.

  The Datong soldiers and civilians who heard howling all night last night spent the night in anxiety.

  For many households, they were born and raised in Sri Lanka. Although many people began to move south, many people stayed.

  For the horror after the Tatars broke through, even those who have not experienced it have enough horror impressions. They are like ants, unable to abandon everything here, but have to prepare for the fate of being slaughtered.

The officers and soldiers were even more terrified. They wanted to repair the gap on the Datong Pass in vain, but they also understood that temporary repairs were meaningless. Once the Tatars attacked the next day, this fatal weakness would still become a threat. The source of their tragedy.

But…

Its daybreak.

  A large number of scouts began to leave the city.

   Immediately, a terrible news came back.

  The Tatar camp was on fire, killing countless people and horses.

  The captured Tatar captives confessed that that night... countless flying **** reached the sky above them.

  God bless Daming.

  Countless soldiers and civilians couldn't help cheering, and some people lit firecrackers with tears in their eyes.

  At this time, people thought of the flying team stationed ten miles away in the pass, the team with the signboard of Zhen Guofu.

  The commander-in-chief Jin Zizhong, the middle officer Wu Xie, and the local inspector censor gathered together.

  They waited anxiously for the news. On the one hand, they wanted to invite the flying team to enter the customs.

   On the one hand, the scouts have already started to go out of the city, search the camp left by the Tatars, and count the results of the battle.

  Everyone was silent, from yesterday's day and night, in a blink of an eye, their thoughts changed.

Finally, the results of the battle were counted: "Report, 13,000 corpses were found outside the pass, most of them were beyond recognition. In addition, many disabled were found. They didn't run far, and they were all intercepted and killed by rangers. , the approximate number, together, should be about fifteen thousand people."

   Fifteen thousand people...

   Jin Zi took a deep breath, and the hanging stone was finally put back in place.

  He knew all too well what fifteen thousand people meant.

  When the Ming Dynasty fought against the Tatars, the reports often reported beheading more than a hundred people, thirty people, seven people, or even a great victory.

  Of course, this does not mean that the combat effectiveness of the Ming army is very low.

It is because the Tatars are all cavalry, and the mobility of the cavalry is too strong. All the initiative on the battlefield is in their hands. Seeing that the situation is not good, they can easily escape on horseback, and the Ming army can't pursue them at all.

  Besides, because there was no battle of annihilation, naturally, even if they won the battle, they could only see the Tatars calmly packing up the corpses of their companions and going back to the desert.

   It is too difficult to get the head.

   Therefore, sometimes tens of thousands of Tatar cavalry may be defeated in one fell swoop, and the number of heads that may be reported is also very small.

But this time... one time, 15,000 heads, just outside the Datong Pass, no Tatars took away the corpses of their companions, all the Tatars escaped, all escaped completely, the Ming army You can go out of the city boldly and take off those heads like cutting wheat.

  (end of this chapter)