Lu Ming

Chapter 442 Contact
Half of the team members moved over after Du Dewei killed the floating sentry in the northwest corner.The other half were still waiting at the north city wall.

While waiting for the second floating post, the four of Du Dewei took off their previous wet military uniforms, dried their bodies, put on a full set of camouflage, and carried assault rifles on their backs.

After everything was ready, it was a long time before the second floating whistle came up.

Looking at his watch, he found that it was already 9:[-] in the evening. Du Dewei couldn't help feeling a little anxious: There are still a large number of troops waiting to launch an attack behind Jing Zhongshan, so it's not a problem to wait like this?

Just when he was about to forcefully send someone to rush in and kill all three sentries in one fell swoop, the remaining floating sentry finally moved.

In the whining night wind, above the east wall of Santunying City, at a distance of about 20 meters in the air, in the hovering drone lens, a small figure emitting infrared spectrum appeared.

After waiting patiently for nearly 10 minutes, the wandering whistle that wandered all the way finally entered the gate of the watchtower in the northeast corner.

The moment the mobile sentry entered the gate, the remaining team members hidden in the north city wall began to move there. At the same time, Du Dewei heard the report that the mobile sentry had been cleared.

After the two teams that were divided into two were in place, Du Dewei began to follow the same pattern, ordering four teams from each group to use the cover of the city wall to go to the two turrets below to clean up the sentries.

For a city with a circumference of 7 miles, as long as someone does not launch flag flower rockets from the turret into the sky, or blow gongs and horns on the spot, the people in the general military mansion in the city will never hear the sound of ordinary silencer guns.

So when the two dedicated sentries were still watching the night in the direction of Zunhua, they were pierced through the back by the raiders who opened the door.

After controlling the two turrets in the southwest and southeast, the wall of Santun Yingcheng was completely occupied by special forces.

At this time, Du Dewei, who breathed a sigh of relief, began to order again and again: eight team members served as lookout posts at the four corners, and the other 20 people went down the city wall and began to infiltrate near the General Military Mansion, ready to attack and deal with emergencies at any time.

The rest of the team began to apply lubricating oil to the winches and ropes of the tower—putting down the drawbridge and opening the city gate.

The south gate facing Jingzhong Mountain is the most convenient gate to lead troops into the city.Just as the team members were putting down the suspension bridge, 200 guard battalion soldiers with guns on their backs came out of Jingzhong Pass quietly.

After crossing the short mountain road, when the soldiers of the Guards Battalion came to the moat, the suspension bridge on the city had fallen silently, and the latch of the city gate had also been removed. At the dark gate, several torches were lighting a circle of fire, leading the soldiers into town.

Under the command of a tall second lieutenant with a purple birthmark on half of his face, the well-trained soldiers began to change their formation, from four rows to two rows, and then walked across the suspension bridge with light steps.

At this moment, a burst of gunfire sounded like popping beans from the city.

After stretching his waist and yawning for a long time, Mu Zhang'a took a drink break and felt the urge to urinate, so he planned to release water on the spot.

Just as he was unbuttoning his trouser belt, several people who were still awake at the side began to shout and curse: "Mu Zhang, you wild roe deer, get away from the show."

Accompanied by the scolding, it was the pig bones thrown by Niu Luer Zhensu and Tai.

"Haha, you bastards, you have only lived in a big house for a few days, and you treat yourself as a wise person?"

The half-drunk Mu Zhang'a got a bone on the forehead, pulled up his trouser belt, staggered, and left the small school yard in front of the General Military Mansion cursingly, walked through the crooked main gate of the government office, which had been opened long ago, and stood On the steps in front of the door, he pulled up his pants and peed.

"It's still comfortable in the Ming Dynasty!" Mu Zhang'a, who was half-conscious and half-conscious, lowered his head, swayed from side to side, and urinated comfortably.

During this period of time, the two Tatar soldiers of Niulu, who were left behind in Xiangbai Banner to guard the Santun camp, could be said to have lived a fairy life.Santunying is the headquarters of the town, and it is usually responsible for the supply of grain and grass in several directions, so there are plenty of reserves.

Even though a lot of them were taken away by the army leaving the customs, the more than 500 Tatar soldiers of these two Niulu, these days can be said to eat delicious food and drink spicy food, barbecue every day, and party every day.

"Sooner or later, the Han people will be robbed of their fields and soil to raise their coats." The famous warrior Mu Zhang'a in Niulu, although he is tough in front of others, deep down in his heart, he still wants to leave the cruel white mountains and black waters and come to the land of the Han people. Lord's.

After urinating, Mu Zhanga wobbled and turned around to go back.After walking two steps into the mansion, Mu Zhang'a suddenly stopped, then backed up, opened his mouth wide and looked to the right.

Ancient cities all had a central cross street leading directly to the four gates.The General Army Mansion of Santunying is located in the middle of the city, so in Mu Zhang'a's position, he only needs to turn his head to one side to see the south gate in the distance.

Under the bright moonlight, in the south gate city cave more than a mile away, several torches were constantly circling, which was extremely conspicuous in the dark night.

Although he couldn't see it very clearly, Mu Zhang'a still realized one thing through the contrast between the dark door opening and the moonlight outside: the south door had been opened.

"Ah!" After a roar, Mu Zhang's hair stood on end, completely sober.As a result, just as he was about to rush into the yamen, a short burst shot came from the darkness, and all three bullets hit, and Mu Zhang'a immediately fell in front of the gate of the General Military Mansion.

Mu Zhang'a's death was still meaningful: his shouts and gunshots immediately alarmed the Tatar soldiers who were having a party on the school grounds.

At the same time, Du Dewei, who was far away in the south gate, heard a hasty notification from the earphone: "Report, contact the enemy, contact!"

After Du Dewei heard the gunshots and the alarm, he waved his hand and rushed down the city with the special forces beside him: "Strong attack! Strong attack! Reinforcements will arrive later!"

He didn't have time to ask why, so he could only issue emergency orders according to the plan.

At the same time, he picked up the walkie-talkie and shouted: "The plan is exposed, change it to a strong attack!"

The guard battalion soldiers who were passing through the doorway suddenly heard a sharp whistle, and then a loud roar: "Everyone is there, run forward!"

At this moment, Du Dewei changed the channel of the walkie-talkie again: "Old Qian, there is a firefight, hurry up and besiege the city!"

There came a short sentence: "Understood".

Immediately afterwards, the sound of rumbling horseshoes came from the direction of Jingzhong Mountain Pass.

While Du Dewei was performing a series of voice control operations, a wave of offensive and defensive battles had already been fought at the gate of the General Military Mansion: a dozen Tatar soldiers who heard the gunshots rushed to the gate with their waist knives in hand.

They were greeted by bullets.

Holding a knife, Niu Luer Zhensu and Tai, who were at the end of the crowd, had just crossed the threshold in front of the door when they saw a few strings of sparks shooting from across the street through the crowd.

Before Su Hetai understood the situation, the Tatar soldiers in front of him began to be swept down layer by layer, blood and limbs were flying, and the corpses were piled up on the ground at the gate.

Su Hetai, who was lucky enough not to be hit by the bullet, rolled back to the back of the threshold.In just a few seconds, Niu Luerzhen, who commanded 300 warriors, had become disheveled and covered in blood.

I saw him rolling and crawling, and shouted to the other people who came to reinforce him: "Put on armor, put on armor, it's the gunner!"

The two or three hundred Tatar soldiers who had gathered on the school grounds shouted when they heard the words, and they all turned around and ran towards the Yamen—the soldiers and horses were all in those beautiful houses behind the Yaya. The military mansion was used as a horse farm.

Such a loud commotion outside had already alerted another part of the Tatar soldiers in the Houya.So when the two groups of people started preparing for battle, the back office suddenly became a mess.

The theoretical number of Liangniulu Tartar soldiers stationed in Santunying is 600.Due to the loss of some after entering the customs, there are only 550 people now.

The soldiers and horses of these two Niulu are basically matched according to the three-three system: one-third of the Manchu elite with white banners, one-third of Mongolian Eight Banners, and one-third of coats.

These Han nationality coats are all bannermen who were "naturalized" in the early years, so their "loyalty" is relatively high.Although these people are also responsible for doing chores, feeding horses and cooking on weekdays, once they go into battle, these people are also regular cavalry who can charge and kill.

However, in today's scene, there is no need for Baoyi to rush to kill: the enemy has already reached the gate of the yamen without knowing it. Uncle Meng Baqi.

They sent a group of wrappers to close the middle door, and used wooden bars to support the door panel. After successfully delaying the time, the two elites of Niulu hurriedly began to prepare their horses.For a while in the Houya, people shouted horses, Manchu, Mongolian, and Chinese shouted in a hurry, intertwined and floating in the sky above the Houya, and the scene was extremely chaotic.

A quarter of an hour later, with the help of the packers, Uncle Man Meng finally put on the three-layer armor, and the horses were covered with felt, and began to form the team.

Immediately afterwards, the middle door was reopened, full cavalry on the left and Meng cavalry on the right, two groups of cavalry with a strong murderous look, holding torches and sabers, charged out from the rear Yamen like a stream of fire.

When the two groups of cavalry bypassed the nave and front hall and rushed to the school yard full of bonfires, their precise riding skills just controlled the horses to the highest speed.

The next moment: "Let go!"

The soldiers of the Guards Battalion, who had already lined up inside the gate, fired three precise bursts.

With the spray of smoke from the mouth of the gun barrel, the captive riders rushing forward were beaten to the ground and fell to the ground one after another.And the cavalrymen behind gritted their teeth and leaned on the horses and continued to charge forward-although they don't understand how these strange gunmen dismounted the cavalrymen wearing three-layer armor, but everyone knows that if this If a wave cannot pass, then everyone will have to wait to die.

On the school field where the flames were shining, the arrows of the two groups of cavalry rushing forward in a figure-eight shape were constantly cut off, but the follow-up troops did not stop at all, stepping forward frantically on the corpses of their comrades in front, not caring about the casualties.

After paying a painful price of one-third of the manpower, the charging Luqi finally rushed across the school field which was less than 200 meters away.The well-trained soldiers of the Guards Battalion have already fired three rounds and nine rows of volleys.

The next moment, in the smog, a voice shouted from an electric horn covered the excited and bloodthirsty roar of the cavalry: "All bayonets!"

At the same time, another steady voice sounded: "Fire!"

(End of this chapter)