On summer nights, there is a cool breeze, which gently blows away the stuffy heat around people, leaving only the heat in the heart.
In the Mongolian camp, Captain Yanmuli led five thousand elite Mongolian troops and fought fiercely with masters from various martial arts sects.
Tonight, the Mongolian army was prepared, and most of the soldiers did not fall asleep. Although they were attacked by the enemy, the Mongolian army did not panic. Teams of ten formed a battle formation and attacked the enemy who attacked the camp.
At the beginning of the battle, Yanmuli saw that there were only more than a thousand people attacking the camp, and he was determined. He thought that with the five thousand Mongolian elites in his hands, he could win the war. He first sent out a thousand soldiers to put out the fire, and then led four thousand elite soldiers
Engage the enemy in close combat.
Little did he know that those who attacked the camp tonight were all martial arts masters gathered in Datong City. They were all top figures in the martial arts in the Central Plains today. How could they be compared to ordinary Mongolian soldiers. Even if the Mongolian soldiers formed a battle formation, they would be swept away by the martial arts heroes.
After only fighting for a cup of tea, the elite soldiers in Yan Muli's hands injured more than a thousand people, and the military camp's food, grass and ordnance areas were also on fire. The martial arts heroes only injured more than thirty people.
Yanmuli was horrified and did not dare to delay any longer, so he hurriedly sent out red fireworks and rockets to ask for help.
Dugu Xiaotian's expression changed when he saw three red fireworks rockets taking off. He quickly took out the hourglass in his arms and took a few glances.
"There are still three quarters of an hour!" he thought to himself. "Kill and block the Mongolian fire brigade first!" Dugu Xiaotian summoned his inner strength and shouted.
The martial arts masters no longer fought with the main force of the Mongolian army camp, and divided into ten small teams. They only circled nine important areas of food, ordnance, and stables, and killed the Mongolian soldiers who came forward to put out the fire.
After two quarters of an hour, Dugu Xiaotian saw that the fire flag of the Sun and Moon Sect was really strong. Most of the Mongolian army's food, grass and ordnance had been burned. At this time, the flames were raging, and the flames had already jumped two feet high.
, no matter how difficult it is to extinguish.
At this time, more than 20,000 war horses in the stables of the camp were jumping forward and backward. Although most of the front legs were chopped off, many were safe.
"Everyone goes out and kills the horse's front legs!" Duguxiao Tianyunzu shouted loudly.
The martial arts heroes gathered towards the three stables, their swords fired, and the neighing of war horses could be heard from the stables.
Another half-quarter of an hour later, Dugu Xiaotian ran to the Dongzhai Gate, lay down on the ground and listened. When he was escaping from the court in the Mongolian grassland, he learned the art of "earth listening" from the local herdsmen.
"There are faint sounds of horse hooves in the east, probably five miles away!" Dugu Xiaotian thought to himself.
"Take the injured and the bodies of the dead, and retreat as a whole. The Fiery Flag and the Ruijin Flag are cut off!" Dugu Xiaotian shook his hands and threw two blue fireworks rockets into the sky, using his internal strength, he shouted.
The Great Khan Tuohuan did not wait for the army to retreat together. He took more than 100 masters of his bodyguard and rushed to the foot of the mountain. A thousand cavalry were stationed at the foot of the mountain, ready to pursue the defeated army who escaped from the mountain at any time.
"Masters of the bodyguards, mount your horses quickly and follow me to rescue the camp!" Tuohuan shouted, mounted his horse, slammed the whip, and ran towards the camp. A group of masters of the bodyguards did not dare to neglect, grabbed the horses, and chased Tuohuan.
Rushing happily to the camp.
The remaining cavalrymen were stunned for a moment, then got on their horses and followed.
The Mongolian army's camp was only eight or nine miles away from the western foot of Yinshan Mountain. It took only half a quarter of an hour to get off the horse and whip, and see the camp in front of them with flames rising into the sky.
Tuohuan's eyes darkened and he almost fell off his horse. He regained his composure and violently smashed the horse. In a moment, he led a thousand cavalry and rushed into the camp from the west gate.
Tu Huan ran five or sixty feet into the camp and reined in his horses. He saw flames rising from where the grain and grass and baggage were in the camp, but there was no sign of the enemy.
He jumped off his horse, grabbed a Mongolian centurion next to him, and roared: "Where are the enemies?"
The centurion recognized the Khan, and his face turned pale with fear. He stammered: "The enemy just ran away from the Beizhai Gate. He left in less than a stick of incense."
"Tap-tat-tat", a group of thousands of cavalrymen rushed to the front. It was military advisor Zhe Huali who returned to the camp to support them.
Tuo Huan got on his horse and shouted: "Commander, quickly lead the cavalry to pursue the enemy with me, and the infantry will put out the fire with all our strength!"
Zhe Huali glanced at the raging fire in the camp and turned pale. He hurriedly led the cavalry and followed the disgraced cavalry towards the Beizhai Gate.
Tuo Huan led two thousand cavalry troops out of the Beizhai Gate and pursued northward, chasing them three miles away in a matter of seconds.
"Fire flag, set fire!" When Ren Dukuang saw his pursuers approaching, he shouted loudly and threw the red flag towards the pile of straw figures already arranged on the road.
"Hoo ho ho!" The more than 30 members of the Fiery Flag cult behind him aimed their flamethrowers at the pile of straw figures several people tall about five feet away, and sprayed out fierce flames.
A wall of fire that was more than ten feet wide and two feet high instantly rose up on the avenue. Ren Dukuang laughed loudly, waved his hand, "Let's retreat!", and the Sun Moon Sect members immediately left to the northwest, and soon disappeared into the vastness.
In the night.
"Uu!", "Uu!", "Uu!", Tuohuan and the Mongolian cavalry restrained their mounts in front of the fire and stepped back a few feet.
Tuohuan looked at the wall of fire in front of him and gritted his teeth. "Go back to the camp!" He turned his horse's head and galloped away.
At dawn, all the martial arts heroes gathered together in a small valley more than twenty miles northwest of Yinshan Mountain.
Dugu Xiaotian and the leaders of each faction counted the number of people. This time, more than 1,600 martial arts masters ambushed the Mongolian army. More than 200 people died and more than 300 people were injured. They achieved a great victory.
Although there were casualties among the martial arts people, everyone had become accustomed to it and clapped and high-fived in celebration in the valley.
Qiao Wanyun burst out laughing, "It's really fun this time, much more enjoyable than last time!"
Leng Qingshuang blinked at Li Xiaoyue and said with a smile: "I have never been as happy as I am today in the past twenty years. Mongolian Tatars, I want you to know how powerful I am as a Han!"
Li Xiaoyue's pretty face flushed, and she secretly glanced at Dugu Xiaotian who was sitting on the boulder.
"Headmaster Song, have the surrounding secret sentries been properly arranged?" Dugu Xiaotian asked in a low voice.
"Don't worry Xiaotian, I, a master of Qinggong from the Wudang Sect, have set up secret sentries within a ten-mile radius. Any disturbance will not be hidden from us." Song Qingfeng twisted his beard and said with a smile.
After saying that, he rubbed his hands repeatedly, "Although the Hongyi cannon was destroyed, it killed thousands of Tatar soldiers. It's really a pleasure!"
Dugu Xiaotian smiled slightly and said solemnly: "Please ask the head of Song Dynasty to send a letter to General Zhou Feige to report the military situation. Please ask General Zhou to send a letter to General Zhang, the guard general of Yulin, and immediately launch a joint attack to pursue Baili and further defeat the Tatars."
Zi defeated the army. Remember to send the message in Wudang secret language!"
"Okay, I'll do it right away." Song Qingfeng hurriedly went down to deliver the message.
"We will rest in this small valley for half a day, then set off at noon, walking 60 miles south through the mountains and returning to Datong." Dugu shouted with a smile.
"Bah bang bang!" The heroes in the valley clapped and celebrated with thunderous cheers.
Song Shuling looked at Dugu Xiaotian with a flushed face, thoughtfully, then her face bloomed like a hundred flowers, and she laughed.
Zhu Cuixian, who was wearing a gauze mask, stared at Dugu Xiaotian for a long time, gritted her teeth, and nodded hard.