Red Mansion: Bastards rule the roost

Chapter 194 Robbery the Camp and Kill the King 2
  Jia Cong nodded and left with Lei Tai and others. Suddenly, he saw Wang Jin walking up and said in a deep voice: "You have a great responsibility, please take care of yourself."

"Don't worry, Coach Wang. There are so many powerful generals around me. What can happen?" Jia Cong nodded with a smile and turned around.

"Don't worry, coach, we will risk our lives to protect you." Lei Tai, Xie Hui and others clasped their fists.

"Please, everyone." Wang Jin bowed his hands in return.

Due to sufficient manpower and time, the tunnel was dug wide enough for two people to walk upright side by side. The top and sides were reinforced with wooden boards and wooden stakes.

Yan Shuangying held a torch and led the way. Jia Cong and others quickly passed through the four and a half mile long tunnel and emerged from the forest on the west side.

Jia Cong tugged at the clothes on his body. He didn't know how many years or months Tatar had not washed them. The sour and refreshing smell was indescribable and reached straight to the sky. No wonder Wang Fei could hide it from a dog's nose.

Fortunately, the border troops are all rough guys, not much better than the Tatars, but they can withstand it.

The crowd walked through the mountains and forests in the dark, not even daring to wear armor for fear of making any sound. Not long after, I saw the Tatar camp dotted with firelight in front of me.

Jia Cong and three hundred elite men lay beside the forest and whispered: "Xie Hui, take a few people with you to explore the road."

"I obey my command." Xie Hui waved, and seven or eight agile sergeants came out, carrying divine arm bows on their backs, crawling forward with him, and sneaking into the enemy camp quietly.

Jia Cong looked at the military camp more than thirty feet away and sneered slightly. The Tatars were too arrogant. They only set up tents and stables when setting up camp, not even bothering to set up basic fences.

I guess I was overconfident, thinking that by keeping an eye on the four walls of the fort, I wouldn't be able to be robbed, but I didn't know there was another truth.

Jie Hui returned after a moment and said in a low voice: "Sir, the road ahead has been clearly explored and there is no trap."

Jia Cong nodded, waved, took the lead and walked over, lying down in a dark place in the camp where the firelight just couldn't reach, just waiting for the flame signal.

Su Can, Zhao Lingkong, Monk, Wang Fei and others emerged from the forest almost at the same time and lay down in the darkness.

Wang Fei had already had an important task. Carrying a long bag of gunpowder on his back, he stepped out of the crowd, quietly, and several of them rolled forward and got into the enemy camp.

The first two times he stepped on the plate, he had already figured out the layout of the camp, and knew that the places where food and grass were concentrated would be heavily guarded.

So we went straight to the stables on the east side. The defense there was lax and there was a lot of fodder piled up, enough to set off a big fire.

The Tartars guarding the stables had already gone into the tent to take shelter from the wind, leaving only a dozen dogs watching. They thought, who could steal these tens of thousands of horses?

If there is any disturbance, the dogs will bark all day long, so I don't care and sleep peacefully.

Wang Fei was worthy of being a master thief. When he saw that the defenders were lax and no one was seen for a long time, he went to the stables without hesitation.

Suddenly he saw a group of night patrol soldiers coming in front. Wang Fei did not panic. He just bent down and lifted his trousers, pretending to be anxious, and said: "Zhaoleng, Ao Qi."

He hurriedly passed through several Tatars and went straight to the stables. This Tatar saying was learned by him and You Jiaxi, and it means "I want convenience."

The Tatars behind him laughed, ignored him, and left. Although I think his accent is a bit strange, there are many tribes on the grassland, and some of the accents of other tribes are normal, so there is no doubt about it.

Wang Fei has rich experience in stealing and has excellent psychological quality. He deceived two groups of night patrol Tatars in a row and finally approached the stable.

There was no one in the huge stables housing thousands of horses.

As soon as he got close, four or five thin dogs surrounded him with bright green eyes, sniffing left and right, as if they were unsure of what to eat. Although they didn't bark, they didn't let him go. Wang Fei's heart was like beating a drum. If these beasts found out, he wouldn't have to wait for the Tatars to come and kill him. Just these few dogs would be enough to kill him. He hurriedly took out a few meat bones that he had prepared in his arms and threw them on the ground.

Sure enough, the thin dog was a beast after all, so they ignored him and went to grab the bones one after another.

Wang Fei breathed a sigh of relief and walked quickly towards the shed beside the stable where the fodder was temporarily stored.

Although it is a temporary pile, it is not a small amount to feed thousands of war horses. The fodder is piled like a hill, weighing tens of thousands of kilograms.

Four or five Tatars were huddled in a pile of hay, snoring loudly.

Wang Fei was not polite, he took off the gunpowder bag on his body, hula fell on the haystack, and immediately blew the fire stick. He smiled, flicked his finger, and the fire stick drew an arc in the air and landed accurately on the gunpowder.

boom! Flames shot up into the sky, and several Tatar soldiers were having a good dream. Unexpectedly, they were burned into flames. They rolled out desperately, screamed a few times, and then stopped.

Tens of thousands of kilograms of fodder were instantly ignited, and the fire burned the adjacent stable, spreading quickly and causing a heat wave.

Thousands of horses felt that the end was coming, neighing and struggling desperately. The Tatar stables were built haphazardly and were not strong.

Because the horses have been tamed to be very docile and obedient on weekdays, unexpectedly tonight, the horses were frightened. With a slight effort, the horses collapsed and the stables collapsed, causing chaos in all directions.

When Wang Fei saw the fire, he had already retreated into the darkness. He casually pulled a strong horse and took the opportunity to set fire everywhere.

Jia Cong on the west side, Su Can on the east side, and Wang Jin on the top of the city saw the flames in the Tatar camp skyrocketing at the same time. They shouted loudly and the whole army rushed on them, killing everyone they saw and burning tents when they saw them.

Jia Cong led Wei Wuji, Lei Tai, Xie Hui and others into the Chinese army's tent as planned, hoping to capture the thief and capture the king first.

Su Can, Zhao Lingkong, Monk and others were divided into three teams and charged in all directions, making it impossible for the Tatars to gather to resist.

Suddenly, the camp was full of flames, and the shouts of killing were loud. Countless warriors wearing Tatar clothes were hacking and killing in the camp, and they were shouting in Tatar dialect: "Be careful, the Han people are pretending to be us!"

Many Tatars were hacked to death by their "tribes" as soon as they came out of their tents and before they could fully understand the situation. They died without understanding who the Han people were?

In the dark night, it was difficult to see clearly. The Tatars were not from the same tribe. They had gathered together temporarily. Who knew whom? When disturbed by Jia Cong's suspicious tactics, they were basically all confused.

In addition, after a hard day of fighting during the day, the pressure is too great. At this moment, I can only pick up the sword and gun to gather with the familiar tribesmen. Anyone I don’t know, no matter who you are, kill them first.

As a result, the Tatars, let alone organized resistance, had already turned into chaos without fighting, killing each other and becoming a mess.

Jia Cong and the others were well prepared. They had white cloths wrapped around their necks as identification, and regardless of anything else, they quickly approached the Chinese military camp.

From a distance, I saw several braziers burning in front of the barracks. A two-foot-high white banner stood on the ground. A giant bear was embroidered on the flag. Seven streamers and tassels made of white stallion mane were fluttering in the wind, making it majestic. .

Seven white banners! He is indeed a Tatar prince!

The Great Khan of the Golden Horde on the grassland used a nine-foot white flag, which means there are nine streamers on the flag.

The chief of each tribe is Ba Jiao, and the prince is Qi Jiao. Therefore, you can know the rank of the leader by looking at the number of ribbons on the banner.

"Kill with me!" Jia Cong shouted and rushed over first.

(End of this chapter)