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The First Champion Chapter 643

Although the Tartars were brave, they were not agile enough, so they couldn't dodge in time, and were stabbed in the mouth, with the tip of the gun sticking out from the back of the head.

The swords flew and the iron hoofs trampled around. For a while, the tartars seemed to be crazy, entangled with the Song army.

After all, they were outnumbered, and the Jurchen Tartar soldiers were defeated one by one.

A Song soldier screamed, picked up his hammer, and beat the head of the Tartar who was stabbed to death first, bloody and bloody.

The one who was killed was Brother Pao Ze, who had the closest relationship with him. Hu Yantong looked around and saw that among the elite, the elite new army of Beijing camp, 80 people beat ten of them, three of them were killed, and several others were injured.

After returning to the camp, Hu Yantong went straight to Yang Lin's big tent, opened the curtain and went in, only to see a group of people around Yang Lin playing with a big canvas bag.

Hu Yantong stepped forward, clasped his fists and said: "Young Zai, I met several Jurchen Tartars in Lingxi, killed 13 people and killed three brothers."

Yang Lin pressed his hand, signaled the people around him to pause, then frowned and asked, "How many people did you bring?"

"Eighty."

Yang Lin snorted coldly, his face was very ugly, after all, the new army in the Beijing camp was his face.

After all, these people have never experienced real battles, especially against opponents like the Jurchen Tartars, and they will grow in time.

"Our scouts and the Tartars encountered each other. In general, we lost more than we won." Han Shizhong said from the side.

For someone like him, when he met the party sentry, it was a complete abuse.

But we can't require every soldier to have Han Wu's ability, after all, he is a general who is born to fight.

"If this thing is useful, we will save nearly a thousand sentry cavalry!" Yang Lin pointed to the canvas pocket and said in a concentrated voice.

The canvas on the ground is the "spaceship" just made by Youyan's military equipment school building.

In fact, just like they call the fire kite a rocket, this spaceship is not a spaceship of later generations, but a device similar to a hot air balloon.

At its lower end, it is fixed with an iron chain and tied to the barracks.And the basket-like container can carry people to the sky.

People in the "basket" use binoculars to observe the enemy's situation around them through the small holes in the wall of the basket.

With this thing, at least during the day, there is no need to place spies on various roads.And this thing is in the sky, telling you plainly, sneak attack is useless!

The enemy's situation in Mayu Mountain area is clear at a glance, and there is no danger of surprise attack or ambush.

Sentinels, once they meet, will fight for individual field combat ability, which is undoubtedly the strength of the Jurchen Tartars.

There is no need to compete with them here, Yang Lin quickly approved the large-scale use of "spaceships".

Each spaceship is equipped with three telescopes and three spies.

The people in the Wubei school building shook their heads and said, "Young master, this thing can't be used for the time being."

"Why?" Yang Lin questioned.

"The sandstorm is too strong!"

Sighing, Yang Lin knew that what he said was right, such a big wind and sand, it was difficult to lift off stably.

If you have such a sharp observation tool, you can only wait for the wind and sand to stop before using it.

Han Shizhong said with a smile: "Under such wind and sand, the Jurchens would not attack rashly, and it will not be too late to use them when they really fight."

Yang Lin is still very happy in his heart. Yang Xue has been promoted for so long, and he has finally seen technological innovations in various fields.

Although there is no such a sudden and dramatic change, the seeds have been planted, and I don't know when it will break through the ground and explode!

Chapter 7 Fifteen Night Raid

On the east side of Mayu Mountain, in the jungle, there is a towering giant tree.

On the tree trunk, an owl fluffed its feathers during the interval of wind and sand, preparing to go out to catch a few voles to eat.

Suddenly, it rolled its eyes and flapped its wings to fly to a higher place.

In the tree hole next to him, Zhao Ning, who had been observing him, was so bored, he was stunned for a moment, and suddenly felt his scalp go numb.

There was a rustling sound, like countless ferocious beasts passing by, stirring the grass and trees.

Looking down, the beast-like army marched in the dark without lighting a torch.

Zhao Ning's hairs stood on end, his heart could not wait to jump to his throat, and he grabbed the handle of the knife with both hands.

Such a big wind and sandstorm still attacked the camp, the Tartars really didn't regard themselves as human beings.

If you speak out rashly now, you will definitely be shot into a sieve, and you may not be able to inform the brothers in front of you.How to convey the news, anxious Zhao Ning was sweating.

He quietly let go of the handle of the knife, and stretched his hands into his arms, holding the fire folder and signal fireworks.

Just as he was fighting between heaven and man, there was a sudden sound of a sharp arrow piercing the air, and Zhao Ning felt ashamed.

But there was a plop, and the owl fell to the ground. Zhao Ning was so nervous that he suffocated, but he didn't dare to take a long breath. Holding this suffocation, his hands and feet were stiff.

The Tartars below passed by one by one. Once they touched it, the consequences would be disastrous.

In Zhao Ning's heart, he suddenly thought of the Sophora japonica in his hometown. It was the season when the Sophora japonica was ripe, and the old lady always picked it and the whole family gathered around the fragrant pot to feast on it.

Although if you die in battle, your family will receive generous subsidies, but who wants to die?

The instinct to survive made him slowly let go of the torch in his hand... When he closed his eyes, two teardrops rolled down.

The surroundings seemed to have quieted down, and after a few moments of effort, Zhao Ning held the fireworks again and took out the firecracker.

"Dog tartar!"

Accompanied by this roar, a brilliant firework rose into the sky, all the Tartars stopped, and the leading generals began to curse.

With such a big wind and sand, I didn't expect that there were still spies from the Song Army along this remote path.

In fact, this place is already the weak area of ​​the Song army sentries, otherwise it would not be such a large area, only Zhao Ning.

His hands, feet and body were all tied to the tree with loose buckles, and then he hid in the tree hole that was being dug out.

Countless arrows flew over and nailed Zhao Ning to the tree, but the spies in the distance also started to set off fireworks.Soon, the barracks on top were already lit with torches.

In the middle of the night, Han Shizhong couldn't figure out how many Tartars came to attack the camp, so he hesitated a little at the gate of the village.

Zong Ze next to him said: "It's hard to understand the enemy's situation late at night, so let's burn the mountain with rockets!"

As soon as the words fell, Yang Lin rushed out of the tent in armor.

"The Tartars attacked the camp?"