It turns out that generous rewards are always effective in boosting morale.

According to Xu Shiyang's idea, the team should quickly clean the battlefield, then quickly return to Tunbao, and finally rest.

However, this was a bit difficult for his subordinates.

A team of 150 people quietly went forward with weapons and then launched a surprise attack on the enemy. It was definitely a miracle for the Xu family army today. If you force a higher level, for example, quickly clean the battlefield and withdraw from the dangerous area, you really think a little too much.

So, although Xu Shiyang was very worried that there were other Tartars nearby - even if there was half of the Mouke, everyone would be dead, he still had to hold on until dawn.

By these few hours before dawn, Xu Shiyang cooked the Tartars but distributed the food that had not been eaten yet because of the sneak attack to all the soldiers who participated in the war - each of them divided half a piece of mixed grain cake, a small piece of two taels of mutton and a bowl of mutton soup.

For the Tunbao militia, this was a meat that was hard to see throughout the year. Everyone naturally ate it and smiled, as if the fatigue brought by the battle was gone with the steaming food.

When distributing the food, all the militia cheered loudly at Xu Shiyang, not only because of the exquisite food, but also because of today's hard-won victory, the rich harvest on the battlefield, and the yearning for a safe life in the future.

At least, it turns out that the young castle lord in front of him would not hand over their wife and daughter to the Tartars like before, just for a moment of peace, right?

Xu Shiyang followed the appearance of the leader in his previous life, pinched his waist with one hand and waved his hand to respond to the cheers of his own castle people.

He smiled happily on his face, but in fact, Xu Shiyang wanted to beat someone up very much now.

But no.

As a local tyrant, he did have the right to kill the Tunbao people at will, but it is certainly not possible now, because everyone had just won a battle, and at this time he was too harsh on the soldiers, just to trigger a mutiny and would definitely seek trouble.

This is the case in this era. Not only are the people living in difficult situations, but even the descendants of local wealthy families like Xu Shiyang must be careful everywhere, otherwise they will lose their lives in a daze.

He only got his own trestle for 10 months, and had no money or food or prestige. With his little military knowledge in his previous life, he wanted to build a modern army was purely a dream.

Of course, Xu Shiyang did nothing, nothing.

His biggest capital now is the 20 half-old children who can use fire door guns (production capacity issues, only half of them have guns now).

Xu Shiyang has been the lord of the fort for only ten months, but it has been half a year since he trained these children selected from the refugees. He used the food he borrowed from his family to maintain this seed unit, hoping to teach them to become qualified sergeants in the near future with the help of their characteristics that have not been completely erased by life.

Now, this small team has begun to show results. In the night battle, these children waited until the Tartars rushed to their eyes before firing and achieving nearly perfect results. You should know that with the fire rate of the fire gate gun, once the Tartars couldn't fire, the "mutt" was not much better than the fire stick.

The children can withstand this psychological pressure, and then open the fire calmly and then join the charge of the hand-to-hand combat. It has to be said that Xu Shiyang's half-year expenditure and hard work have been rewarded at this moment.

What's more, the 150-man mob was able to sneak out of the fort 20 miles and actively attack the Tartars because these 20 15-6-year-old children led the team (also served as the military supervisor).

After the battle, the ordinary castlemen stripped the Tartars' bodies and were satisfied with plundering them. After they fell asleep exhausted, these children could still endure their fatigue and stood guard one after another under Xu Shiyang's order.

With Xu Shiyang's shallow understanding of the ancient army, he felt that these children were already considered the most powerful army of this era!

‘If I had 3,000 such warriors, when they grew up a little longer, trained for a while, and equipped with more suitable weapons, I wouldn’t have to be afraid of any enemies in this world!’

Looking at these children, Xu Shiyang thought proudly:

‘I have never liked naughty kids so much today!’

Because they brought Xu Shiyang the first victory.

At night, it finally calmed down again. Xu Shiyang leaned on piles of cloth, waiting exhausted for dawn.

Hu Lanshan approached him with a sad face, rubbed his hands, and smiled awkwardly and didn't know what to say.

When Xu Shiyang shot Wulu with an arrow, the old man Hu, who had rich escape, realized what was going on earlier than the drunk Tartars. He dragged his son to a dark position that could not be seen by the fire, and hid under the mule cart that transported the Tartars to the city redemption fee with agility that was very disproportionate to their age.

There, Old Man Hu and his son hugged their heads, staring at the figures running back and forth outside in horror, listening to the howling like beasts when fighting and screaming when they were dying, the nose was filled with the smell of blood...

All of this made Hu Lanshan fall into the Avici Hell. He even began to doubt whether he was dreaming. After all, there was a deep-rooted misunderstanding in his heart - the Han people could not defeat the Tartars.

There may be a chance to defend the city, and there will be no doubt death when fighting in the wild waves.

Even the official army of the Great Zhou Dynasty was like this, and Tun Ding, who was hiding in the fort and struggling to survive, was naturally even more vulnerable. This was simply self-evident. Xu Shiyang had no reason not to know this.

So, when lying under the mule cart, Old Man Hu always felt that he had seen the wrong look he had just glanced.

That should not be Xu Shiyang, those who rushed into the Jurchens' bow shop and shouted to fight hard, nor were they the honest farmers they were familiar with, but another group of vicious Tartars, or just a group of ghosts who came to seek their lives!

No matter which kind of attacker was, Old Man Hu felt that he was dead.

Perhaps, after a while, a twisted shadow will pull himself out of the bottom of the car, tear it, peel it alive?

Perhaps, the Tatars appeared in a moment, slashing an old man like himself who could not do heavy work...

Well, if it were a Tatar, at least it might be possible to leave his own son.

"Boy, listen, if it's a ghost, you run away quickly!" Old Man Hu whispered to his son: "If it's another group of Tartars, no matter what they do, don't resist. Our Hu family saves you alone..."

"Dad, how can there be ghosts?" Old Man Hu's son said tremblingly: "That's not the Tartars, I saw it, that's the castle lord!"

"We will be even more deadly if it is the lord of the fort!" Old Man Hu said with a sad face: "If the Jin soldiers killed him, they will definitely not let us go."

"What if the lord wins?"

"How is it possible? The Han people can never beat..."
Chapter completed!