On the evening of June 27, the 14th year of Chongzhen in the Ming Dynasty, Xu Changqing and his men quietly left the island and began to move south along the coastline.

Xu Changqing also relaxed a lot after confirming the strategic goal of eating small fish.

Although big fish is delicious and can make people eat it happily, the risks are also too great, and you may just reach your teeth.

Although the small fish has little meat, it is also meat after all. Moreover, if you can accumulate too much, it may not be inferior to the big fish.

Although Xu Changqing was carrying a lot of supplies and had some inventory on Shark Island, the consumption power he used to fight was definitely not comparable to that of usual.

However, according to the Ming Dynasty's merit reward system, even if you can only get a first-level real slave head in three or five days, it is almost enough for Xu Changqing to operate normally and spend.

It is right for people to have ambitions, but more often it must be realistic, just as the old saying goes: "A martyr is one step ahead, and a prophet is half a step ahead!"

If you can't even survive, are you talking about this ideal? What is the structure of a man or a fool?

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At the beginning of the afternoon, Xu Changqing and others had been here for half an hour on the coastline north of Ningyuan, which was about forty miles north of Ningyuan.

At this time, six or seven miles southwest of this coastline, there is a Tartar camp.

This Tartar camp should be built on a small hillside with a slightly higher fire. From Xu Changqing and others' perspective, it can be seen very clearly.

According to the habits of the Tartars, this should be a three or five-person Tartar Ranger team.

However, the location of this Tartar camp is a bit far away, and the moon is sparse tonight, and the visibility is very good. Even if Xu Changqing has a lot of people and has been resting and preparing for a long time, it is still difficult to do it.

After waiting for a while, it was late at midnight, around 1:00 a.m. It was almost time for the Tartars who were on shifts and on duty at night, and then Xu Changqing waved his hand and signaled everyone to land.

Even if it was a sneak attack, the Tartars were brave after all, especially for such a real combat squad, Xu Changqing still made careful plans and preparations. This time, there were eight "Presidents" and more than one hundred people who went to fight.

Except for Uncle Hong and Uncle Guang who stayed behind the fleet, Zhao Zengjin, Ergou, Wang Anshan, Mao Qun, Zhang Long, Zhang Hu, Zhao Qiliang, Wang Hongyang, and Zhang Dagong, all the most elite forces in the entire team were dispatched.

After many days of training and the running-in of these days, the boys are already very experienced in playing at night.

Xu Changqing had no privilege at this time. He came to the coast and rolled in the black mud familiarly, then hugged his waist and touched forward.

The men around them all followed Xu Changqing quickly with one move.

At this time, Xu Changqing and the others were in the north of the Tartar camp, traveling from north to south.

This seems to be just an inconspicuous detail, but it is also very important.

After all, Ningyuan City is in the south, and the main force of the Ming army is in the south. People's instinctive guidance, the Tartars on duty will definitely pay more attention to the south.

Because behind them is their sphere of influence.

The reason why I chose to do it here is because I crossed the coastline here and the grass grew very vigorously in the wilderness, many of which were half a person tall, so it would not be too serious to cover people's figures.

Half an hour later, Xu Changqing and others had already touched the bottom of the hill.

Even if there was no strong weeds to cover up here, there were only some grasses, and everyone could only crawl like dogs or crawl forward, but no one of the more than one who went out to fight made a sound, let alone shouting that they were tired.

Everyone has only one goal, kill the Tartars and make contributions!

However, although things went smoothly and the men were very successful, Xu Changqing soon discovered new problems when he got close to this hill.

This hill is a bit 'squeaky'!

From a distance, the terrain is not high and the mountain is very slow, but it is only when I am really close.

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It was discovered that the hill was growing, especially the side facing Xu Changqing and the others at this time, it was divided into two stacks, forming two very steep cliffs. The cliff above was more than ten meters lower than the one below, and the one below was also seven or eight meters lower.

The middle is covered by trees and grass, and it is impossible to see it in the distance.

Although it is not impossible to climb in this state, you will definitely be discovered by the Tartars above.

After thinking for a while, Xu Changqing waved his hands to the "President" who were surrounding him. The few of them understood instantly and quickly surrounded Xu Changqing.

Xu Changqing whispered: "Zengjin, Ergou, you two and Huzi take people from the left and force them to go up the mountain slowly. Remember, if you can not be exposed, don't expose them! Once exposed, you must send a warning signal to other brothers!"

"yes!"

The three of them quickly took the people away.

Xu Changqing greeted Zhang Long and Zhao Qiliang again, and Wang Hongyang started from the right, and they left quickly.

Wang Anshan, Mao Qun, Zhang Dagong and others who stayed behind were anxious. Although they didn't dare to speak, they hurriedly signaled to Xu Changqing with their eyes, and they also wanted to join the war.

Xu Changqing suddenly smiled and whispered: "You guys, stay here and wait. After waiting, you may get a lot of rewards!"

"this……"

Although the few people were extremely unhappy and speechless, how could they dare to refute after Xu Changqing spoke? She could only wait here for An Sheng.

Soon, Xu Changqing also took his followers to encircle the right side.

Although there are only thirteen or fourteen war horses on the mountain, there will never be more than ten!

But the team is taking action for the first time, and no matter how eager Xu Changqing is, he will never let them play. He must still coordinate the overall situation.

When Xu Changqing led his men to the right, Zhao Zengjin, Ergou, Zhang Long and other six people in front had already started climbing the mountain.

As expected, the front of this hill is very smooth, and the Tartars' war horses can also be easily climbed.

Moreover, there are many grasses growing on the mountain in season. Although they are not tall, it is not a big problem for the children to hide.

Soon, No. 60 or 70, the figure of Heiba ​​was touched on the mountain, and gradually began to close, surrounding the Tartars in the small space on the top of the mountain.

Of course, Xu Changqing was not idle either, and at this time he had already touched the location halfway up the mountain.

Even if something uncontrollable accident really happens in this position, Xu Changqing's feather arrow can play a role in the first time, thereby reducing casualties.

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There was only a big tent on the mountain, and more than a dozen war horses were tied to a few small trees. Beside the blazing bonfire, a chubby Han army flag traitor was carefully roasting a rabbit.

Next to it, an old slave with wide shoulders and thick back, with extremely greasy braids, almost fifty years old and with a hideous scar on his face, leaning against a small tree beside the bonfire, closed his eyes and resting.

Although the night was already very deep at this time, the old slave seemed to be about to fall asleep, but he still had no armor on his body!

There is a layer of leather armor inside and a layer of cotton armor on the outside. Although it is not covered with iron armor, the iron armor protection is not removed at the core of the elbow guards, wrist guards, neck, etc.

If Xu Changqing had discovered the appearance of this old slave at the first time, he would definitely not do anything randomly. He would definitely have made careful plans before taking action.

But at this time, Zhao Zengjin, Ergou, Zhang Long, and Zhang Hu, who were the first to come here, were already brainwashed by Xu Changqing during the day. Now, when he saw the Tartars, especially the real slaves, there were so many people on his side, he instantly felt his blood incision, and he wished he could win this achievement like thunder and lightning!

Fortunately, Xu Changqing's practices over the years have finally been effective. They did not recklessly and rashly. Several of them always communicated with their eyes and knew each other. This was the rushing forward like a wolf or a tiger.

"kill!"

"Kill the Tartars!"

"Fuck your mother's dog Tartar, go to die!"

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In an instant, the number of people in sixty or seventy was like a group of hungry wolves, rushing towards the two Tartars on the night.

If it were ordinary people, this horrible and restless blood would probably scare people to death.

The traitor from the Han Army flag was also scared and was stunned on the spot, holding the roasted rabbit with some grease and yellowed grease in his hand, not knowing what to do.

But the sturdy old slave suddenly woke up like a napping tiger. The laziness disappeared in an instant. He picked up a mace beside him, shouted a few birds in the tent, and shouted loudly, then he swung directly towards Zhao Zengjin, Zhang Hu and others who were rushing forward.

The weapons of Zhao Zengjin, Zhang Hu and others, including the vast majority of the Ming army, were all standard swords of the Ming army. They were very uncomfortable with this sturdy and real mace, which was more than two meters long.

The mace was full of spikes and strong force. The ordinary Ming army's standard sword could not be forced at all. Although Zhao Zengjin and Zhang Hu were extremely angry, they could not face the sharpness of this true slave for a moment and could only retreat.

"Minggou, you are looking for death!!!"

Even though I am so old, I am really brave!

He swung a large area of ​​space with a mace. Facing the young Ming army of dozens of people, he not only did not have any fear, but his eyes showed a bloodthirsty sneer. It was as if these Ming army of dozens of people were just a group of pigs and sheep, which was not enough to pose a threat to him.

"call!"

"call!"

In the blink of an eye, Lao Zhennu had already swung three sticks, and pushed Zhao Zengjin, Zhang Hu and the others opened up a large space, roaring towards the sky like wild animals.

At this time, Zhang Long, Ergou, Zhao Qiliang and others rushed over on the other side. Zhang Long raised his hand and slaughtered the Han army flag traitor, and wanted to come up to help.

But at this time, Lao Zhennu's bravery bought enough time for the Tartars in the tent, and five Tartars rushed out of the tent in the blink of an eye.

Among them are two real slaves, two Mongolian dog legs and a Han army flag traitor.

One of these two real slaves was carrying a large iron hammer that was 70 or 80 kilograms, and the other was carrying a horse spear that was more than two meters long. The two Mongolians were both long swords like Guan Erye. Only the traitor of the Han army flag carried a single sword similar to the Ming army's standard sword, but it was much longer than the Ming army's standard sword.

The five people were not wearing armor, very messy, obviously not waking up, but even facing so many Ming soldiers, they were not at all. They shouted and rushed forward, relying on the old slave, and quickly connected together.

Poor, these men under Xu Changqing are just passionate and have some skills, but have they ever seen such a brave Tartar?

Especially these Tartar weapons far exceed the perception of many men and are very uncomfortable. You really can't use them even if you have the strength, so you can only be forced back by the Tartars, allowing them to form a unified combat power.

"ah!"

This uncontrollable evil result was revealed in a moment. Lao Zhennu was like a god of killing. The mace was the first to break the Ming army's defense. Not far away from Zhao Zengjin, a man could not dodge and was directly shot by the old Zhennu.

The mace flew directly over the back of his head, and with a dull bang, the terrifying blood had already overflowed like a spring.

Poor man here didn't even react at all, and he fell to the ground like a wood and died.

"Dog Tartar, I'm fighting with you!"

As soon as this man fell to the ground, not only Zhao Zengjin was going crazy, but Zhang Hu, Ergou, and all the Ming army men around him were about to rush towards this old slave like crazy.

However, Lao Zhennu showed a cold smile on the corner of his mouth. This is the result he wanted!

He suddenly shouted a few times in the bird's voice, and his feet were almost steadily stalked on the ground like an old tree root. Another stick was snatching the desperate Ming soldiers.
Chapter completed!