The Qing army camp began to sound a crisp sound of gold, and the Eight Banners soldiers who rushed to the position were disappointed. The Eight Banners soldiers meant to retreat, but they rushed to the position. It was not so easy to retreat. Each Eight Banners soldiers were surrounded by four or five camp soldiers, and four or five scimitars and spears were slashing or stabbing at any time. No matter how brave they were, they could only be slaughtered under such a huge gap in strength.

A series of tragic screams came from the position to the foot of the mountain. Each scream made Nikan and the Eight Banners soldiers feel like they were stung by bees, stinging and helpless.

Nikan looked sternly, and saw these Manchu brothers falling down one by one, their faces were gloomy and terrifying. Now his subordinates had 3,000 soldiers. Although the remaining green camps had 20,000, they were all mobs and trash. On the other hand, Zhao Fu still had 10,000 Guanning Iron Cavalry, and the remaining 20,000 Han soldiers were all new recruits, and they were not much better than the Green Camp. Therefore, the control of the army had been unconsciously controlled by Zhao Fu, and Nikan had no capital to challenge the Guizhou army at all.

If you have any accounts to settle later, Nikan is reckless, but he is a person who knows the current affairs.

After Zhao Fu took over the power, he immediately ordered someone to pile up hay and tree roots. It was adjacent to the deep mountains, with a lot of hay and tree roots. In half an afternoon, a small hill had been piled up in front of the camp.

Nikan was so angry about Zhao Fu's behavior that this guy would rather let someone pile up hay than save him. However, Nikan did not dare to have an attack at this point, so he could only ask in a low voice.

"Admiral Zhao. What are the uses of these hay roots? Can these things be used to defeat the Ming army?"

Zhao Fu glanced at Nikan with a confident look on his face and said, "This admiral has his own tricks."

Nikan didn't ask anything, so he had to go back to his camp angrily

In the evening, Zhao Fu personally led a team of soldiers and horses to the camp with firewood on their backs. After a simple defense was established on the other side of the mountain, a large fire broke out on the spot. The fire was more than ten feet long. Hundreds of soldiers continued to add firewood from afar. The raging flames rushed several feet high under the sunset. Zhao Fu stood by the flames and kept urging the soldiers to add firewood. Seeing that the fire was almost the same, he waved his hand and shouted at the other team of soldiers carrying buckets: "Come on, bring water."

A hundred sailors carrying iron buckets were waiting on the side of the fire. Under Zhao Fu's command, they poured the water from the iron bucket into the fire with their hands. The fire encountered small water. Naturally, they would not be eliminated. In an instant, only a squeak was heard, and the originally rolling black smoke in the fire became thicker. The wind was eastward in the middle of the night, and the rolling black smoke drifted towards the Ming army position on the east side with the night wind.

Zhao Fu nodded with satisfaction. As a result, he would do it. He would just burn him for a night and fumigate the Ming army for a night. He didn't believe that these Ming soldiers would not collapse. He stretched and ordered the personal soldiers beside him: "You can look at the wind. I'll be more miserable tonight. The fire is now big enough. You can add some wet wood to it. There is no need to splash water."

"Zhe!" The personal soldiers agreed with excitement. Behind their land, the thick smoke rolling in the rolling smoke was like a tornado. As the wind moved, it kept emitting a pungent smell towards the Ming army's positions.

Zhao Fu also had a later move. In fact, when the Guanning Iron Cavalry had not yet surrendered to the Qing Dynasty, this kind of fatigue-type combat method was often used to fight against the Manchus. It was smoke and fire. As long as it could defeat the enemy, everything could be moved out. It was just that time had changed. At that time, the Guanning Army attacked the Manchus Eight Banners. Now it has become a slave to the Manchus. He is ordered to fight with their original landlord Ming Army.

Zhao Fu arranged defense around the fire. The Ming army could not stand the smoke. Most of them would come out to attack the fire. Therefore, safety here is also the top priority. After all the proper arrangements, Zhao Fu confidently rode his horse and dozens of personal soldiers back to the camp. The soldiers in the camp obviously had seen the thick smoke rolling in the distance. They all went out to the camp to watch in amazement. Nikan immediately understood that Zhao Fu used the land not to attack. Instead, disturb the enemy first and then attacked with his fatigue. He lowered his head and pondered for a moment. He had to admit that Zhao Fu was much smarter than him. At least he could reduce unnecessary losses. Thinking of this, Nikan became more complicated. He looked behind his hands and looked at the thick smoke floating towards the Ming army's position in the distance.

At this time, Zhao Fu had already arrived at Yingkou by horse, turned over and got off the horse, handed the reins to a personal soldier beside him. He approached Nikan and said, "Mr. Ni. Tonight, we will place all the general's artillery in front of the formation. Taking advantage of the smoky Kung Fu Ming army, it happened to be bombarded by him for a few hours. It was dawn. Zhao asked Guanning Army to be the vanguard and was determined to seize the position."

Nikan nodded and respected Zhao Fu a lot. He looked down on Zhao Fu on weekdays. Now he realized that he was far inferior to him. Although he was holding his breath, he was also very impressed: "Since that's the case, I will listen to Lord Zhao. I will let someone move the general's cannon out. (Read by mobile phone)"

After a while, more than a dozen general cannons finally ignited the leads, and the roar of the cannons was extremely harsh in the quiet night sky.

The Ming army was suddenly affected, and the pungent black smoke kept floating into the position with the wind. These exhausted Ming army fighting in the day suddenly became chaotic. They could face the Eight Banners strongly and stand up on the battlefield of gunpowder smoke, but they had never felt so frustrated. For a moment, the Ming soldiers and the camp soldiers who were caught off guard were choked by the black smoke and coughed continuously. Everyone wanted to hold their breath, but they couldn't hold on for long. The thick smoke seemed to be sucked into their stomachs, and the depths of their throats were constantly coughing violently under the stimulation.

Mu Jianming's voice came out, his voice was hoarse and almost broken, and his eyes were searching nearby: "What about the scout? Scouts, send the scouts to see what's going on."

"Everyone took off his clothes and went to get water to soak his clothes and cover his ears and nose." An experienced man shouted in unfamiliar Chinese. Yunnan is located in Western Xinjiang, and there are a lot of miasma here. Tribes in the deep mountains will know some methods of prevention and control.

Everyone went to get clear water in the smoke. Fortunately, there were a few clear springs behind the trench. Although the scene was very chaotic, after half a stick of incense, everyone could cover their wet clothes with their shirtless.

Immediately afterwards, the sound of cannons came from the foot of the mountain, and the rumbling bombed towards the position. There was another riot in the position. Fortunately, the Qing army's artillery in the Bairi did not give everyone the impression, but there might be a hot iron ball and steel nail flying over your head at any time, which also made all the Ming army feel fear.

"No one is allowed to be chaotic. Hold the flag bearer and come to me. Everyone sits down on the ground. The Qing army is outside. If anyone wants to escape, they just happen to be trapped by the Qing army. Cough cough cough cough..." Mu Jianming roared with difficulty, and then a heart-wrenching cough came.

The flag bearers carried the flag while covering their mouths and noses and began to move towards Mu Jianming. The soldiers felt a little more at ease. Because they covered their wet clothes, their noses and throats were not as hot as before. However, their eyes were swollen and swollen. Occasionally, fireballs from artillery fire came over, and sometimes people screamed. However, under such conditions, everyone could do nothing and could only listen to the injured moan. In the end, their breath became weaker and weaker, and finally they lost their voice.

As the smoke was sweeping, the artillery fire roared and screamed, the Ming army felt a strange fear invading. They would rather hope that the Qing army would launch a general attack and fight on the position, than face such fear. They didn't know how long it would take for the thick smoke to dissipate, and when the roar of the general's cannon could stop. The more this happened, the more decadent they became.

"Mr. Mu, let's go out. Brothers squat here, sooner or later, they will be suffocated to death." Someone shouted in the thick smoke.

Mu Jianming didn't answer, but he just didn't answer. Is there any chance of fighting out now? Mu Jianming didn't believe that there were Qing soldiers outside, and their number was several times that of their own. Once they stepped out of the mountain, the cavalry of the Qing army could work. At that time, how far can you run? Can you run faster than the horse?

"Mr. Mu, you are talking." Someone was shouting.

Mu Jianming took off his wet clothes and replied: "Stay on standby, no one is allowed to move."

If you break through, that is the real trick of the Qing army. For the current plan, you can only hold on. Can you defend it? Mu Jianming felt shaken in his heart. He could have imagined that after tonight, the Qing army would have to launch a real general attack. By that time, his side had been tossed by artillery and smoke for a whole night, exhausted soldiers and generals. Whether he could take up weapons to fight was a question, let alone stick to his position.

The stars in the sky were shrouded in black smoke above their heads. They would sometimes blink and disappear. Mu Jianming felt a deep sense of disappointment in his heart. He looked at the west with mountains and shadows in the distance. There was Kunming City. I wonder what his father is now.

Mu Jianming shook his head. This is not the time to relax his feelings. If these ten thousand brothers follow him out of the city, he must bring them all back. This is his responsibility and even more of his obligation.

What to do? After persevering tonight, what to do tomorrow? How to resist tomorrow's crazy attack? Could it be that you will be defeated by these little smoke

A trace of sadness flashed in Mu Jianming's heart. He seemed to be able to see a few days later, the front page headline on the Haidu's residence newspaper read the strange story of Mu Jianming, the commander of the Shenji Camp, being smoked to death. If Li Xiao knew about this, would he laugh at him?

Mu Jianming's heart gradually dissipated, and he could not concentrate on his energy to plan a way to get out of trouble. He grabbed the wet-clothed hands and opened their veins, almost like he was pinching the clothes torn.

"If it doesn't work, there will be no way out. There will be a way out, there will be a way out..." Mu Jianming kept saying in his heart, what's the way out? There are strong enemies around him, and now there is a lack of food and gunpowder on the position. Now that he still has to suffer such a crime, who will have the strength to continue fighting?

"I have it!" Mu Tianbo's eyes opened, and a strange thought appeared in his mind.
Chapter completed!