Thousands of big trucks were parked quietly around, and there were still many civilians under the car. Several soldiers drove the civilians under the car and asked Gao Jie to come to the side of the cart. Gao Jie pulled out his long knife and stabbed it hard. The food rushed out of the cart. Gao Jie looked happy and came to several big trucks and stabbed it with a knife. The food inside was also flowing down.

Just as Gao Jie was about to check, a soldier suddenly screamed: "Master, look at the back."

Gao Jie quickly looked up and saw a faint fire dragon appearing in the distance, heading towards where they were. Gao Jie only thought about it for a moment and understood that it must be another Tartar army hidden behind the grain truck. The Tartars had no good intentions and wanted to lure their side into the trap. Unfortunately, the Tartars never dreamed that his grain transport team would be defeated so quickly that they would shoot themselves in the foot.

"Tell me the order to burn all the grain and grass immediately and pour it into the ditch. If you don't have time to pour the ditch, at least you must poke the grain bags open and let the grain spill on the ground."

“Abide by the order.

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When the fire dragon was seen, the family knew that there was not much time. Although they were not afraid of fighting another battle with the Tartars, it would be better to destroy all the food and grass before the Tartars arrived. All the Ming army took action. Some people pushed the carts together, some people pushed the carts to the river, and some people simply pierced the grain bags on the carts and let the grain fall into the puddles and mud.

The people hiding under the chariot were not idle either. The Ming army ordered to cooperate with the army's actions, but to pour the good grain into the river or throw it into the mud. Although the grain was not owned by them, these villagers were still slow and unhappy.

"Puff." A Ming army arrived at a carriage and found that the blade had been stabbed in completely. He pulled out the knife and looked at it, and was immediately overjoyed: "There is hay here."

These hays are food for horses. When the Ming army was in a state of great rain, the grain could not be burned or was wet by heavy rain. These hays were excellent places to ignite. The Ming army, who had originally wanted to push the grain into the river, immediately changed direction and concentrated the grain trucks.

Although there is a river outside the village. There is still a long distance to push the grain truck into the river. Naturally, it is not concentrated quickly. About one-fifth of the grain transport team carries hay. The grain bags are covered with floors outside the grain, which are originally flammable. With this batch of hay, as long as it is ignited, it may not be easy to extinguish even if it rains soon.

Finally, dozens of grain trucks have been concentrated. Each place is composed of hundreds of grain trucks. The hay is basically placed at the bottom. Gao Jie raised his hand and waved it hard and said, "Immediately."

"fire."

"fire."

Hundreds of torches reached onto the carriage at the same time. First, the grass was ignited. With a loud bang, the flames rose brightly. Soon, piles of grain trucks rose into the sky, reflecting the whole sky red.

"Quick. Accelerate." In just a short time, Prince Jing Jinzhuang's voice was already hoarse. He and his subordinates set up camp about ten miles away from the grain truck. The Ming army and the grenades were alarmed at them. Nikan was shocked and urgently ordered his subordinates to get up to rescue.

If it were normal for ten miles to arrive at the cavalry in a flash, the official road had been crushed by grain trucks, and as soon as they rode their horses, the horse's hooves were deeply trapped in the mud. Nikan could not do so, so he had to order everyone to abandon their horses and walk, but even if they abandon their horses, their speed was as slow as a snail.

However, although Nikan was anxious, he did not regret not joining forces with Ai Xing A. Instead, he felt excited. At most, he and his subordinates could arrive. With Ai Xing A's ability, there would be no problem with resisting for an hour, and then he could encircle the Ming army.

"Prince, look, what is that?" One Goshha shouted, with a faint fear in his voice.

Looking at the sky that turned red for miles, Nikan and his subordinates were stunned. Could it be that Ai Xinga was defeated so quickly? It was impossible, but what was the matter with this fire?

"Prince, Prince, someone has retreated in front of him." Two Goshhas came to Nikan with a full body of mud and reported.

The torch shone on the soldier with mud all over his body. Although he couldn't see the expression on the soldier's face, his eyes were clearly terrified. A bad feeling surged in Nikan's heart, and he grabbed the soldier's lichen collar: "What's going on, tell me quickly?"

"I lost, I lost, my army was defeated."

"What's the defeat? Where is Ai Xing? How are the food and grass?" Nikan asked anxiously.

"Food, food, food, Lord Ai Xing A, Lord Ai Xing A don't know." The soldier murmured.

Nikan let go of the soldier's hand and his face turned pale. With a "bang," he stabbed the soldier's stomach with a long knife and said angrily: "Escape at the end of the battle, the Qing Dynasty does not have such a fear of death, so it should be killed."

The fire became brighter and brighter, and the air was filled with the burning smell of rice, flour, black beans, etc., and waves of heat forced the nearby Ming army to escape, but all the Ming army had a smile on their faces.

"It's a sin." Some folks couldn't help but beat their chests and stamped their feet as they looked at the burning food. For these farmers who had been unable to eat for most of the time, the food was extremely sacred. It was still an unforgivable thing to burn so much food even if there was no grain of it belonging to them.

"Let's go!" Gao Jie waved his hand and led the Ming army to escape quickly into the darkness. Seeing many civilians staring at the burning food in the fire, some Ming soldiers couldn't help but remind: "If you don't leave, may you have to wait until the Tartars come to massacre you."

The civilians woke up as if they were dreaming and no longer cared about the food they were burning, so they hurriedly followed them. Many people were holding a livestock. The Qing army was defeated too quickly, and their war horses and mules and horses that pulled carts were basically there. The war horses were taken away by the Ming army, and the mules and cows were there, so they naturally fell into the hands of the civilians behind.

When Nikan arrived with his subordinates, except for the burning grain trucks in the entire camp, there were only Qing army corpses lying on the ground. Nikan's face was as ugly as it was.

"Chasing!" Nikan did not care about the burning grain trucks, nor did he care whether Ai Xing's death or life. He had only one thought in his mind, and he would catch up with the hateful Ming army no matter what, and to crush his bones and ashes to eliminate the hatred in his heart.

When they came, they were empty-handed. When they returned, they not only burned each other's food and grass, but also held a war horse in their hands. All the Ming soldiers were very happy, and even some wounded people couldn't help humming songs.

"Master, the Tartars are chasing me."

"Hmph, let the Tartars see the speed of the marching of our army." Gao Jie said indifferently: "Send an order to march quickly and get rid of the Tartars behind."

The Ming army's march speed suddenly accelerated, and the two sides started a rushing competition. Gao Jie was not afraid of exposure. Seeing the Qing army behind him wearing torches, he simply advanced on the torches himself. At the beginning, the closest distance between the two armies was less than one mile away, and gradually became longer and longer. No matter how Nikan urged him, he could not get closer. Two miles, three miles, four miles... Nikan watched the Ming army go away almost desperately.

In this era, only the Ming army would go through twenty kilometers every day to train. The Ming army was not as good as the Manchus who grew up on horseback. However, when it comes to walking, the Manchus could not catch up with the Ming army's scree no matter what. But Nikan would never admit his failure. The two teams were like two long dragons, one in front and the other in pursuit.

I know how long I had been rushing, and a muffled thunder sounded, and the rushing rain fell again. The torches of the two teams, one after another, were extinguished one after another, and the grain trucks in the distance still shot up into the sky. The falling rain water had no effect on them. Given the burning degree above the grain trucks, most of the raindrops might have melted in mid-air before they fell.

Two days later, in the Ming army camp, Wang Fu was looking at the rain outside the tent. When Gao Jie's mission was completed, a guard hurried over and reported: "Report, Master, Xingping Hou is back."

"Oh." Wang Fu was overjoyed: "Hurry, prepare a straw raincoat for me, and I will personally welcome you.

”

"yes."

Soon, Wang Fu put on his straw raincoat, walked down the tribe of dozens of guards, and walked towards the school ground in the middle of the camp. On the school ground, there was a neat team standing there, everyone was covered in mud, as if they were rolling in the mud for a few rounds, with a tired look on their faces, but their eyes were still flashing with excitement.

Seeing the emperor coming, Gao Jie came to the emperor, saluted and shouted: "Your Majesty, my subordinates have completed the task successfully. This time, he went to the expedition to burn more than 5,000 chariots of Tartars' food and grass, and killed more than 3,000 Tartars. However, the first prize could not be carried, so the accurate number could not be confirmed. Four thousand,551 war horses were seized. Five thousand,01 people were set off, and now he returned 4,350 people."

Although this short-term war of burning grain went smoothly, the Ming army still suffered considerable casualties, with a total of 651 people missing or dead.

From seeing these soldiers, Wang Fu had already guessed that Gao Jie had completed the task, but he did not expect that the results of the battle would be so brilliant. Not only did he burn more than 5,000 trucks of food and grass on the other side, he also seized more than 4,000 horses. Although only the war horses could actually count the points of the three contributions, he could not hide such achievements even if he wanted to hide them.

"In four days, you have been in the rain for at least four hundred miles, and another fierce battle was fought in the middle, winning a brilliant victory. You can be said to be an iron army that cannot be dragged down or defeated. I am proud of you. Now that I have officially awarded you the title of Iron Battalion, the team will be retained forever this time."

"Long live! Long live! Long live!" Everyone shouted loudly. Among the Ming army now, only Yulin Guards had their own independent battalion number. The emperor's reward suddenly came as everyone expected. Unexpectedly, they actually awarded the title of the newly formed army Iron and Steel Battalion. This honor can be said to be greater than anything else.

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Chapter completed!