Dawn on the north shore of Lake Ontario is quiet, with only the murmuring of the river.

Under the birch forest, Guan Zheng led the banner army to carefully lie down on the improvised fortifications composed of civil engineering and Qi's stone wall cloth, and squinted his eyes with a bird gun and tried his best to look out of the woods.

Behind the slightly raised hillside of more than 400 paces on the riverside, there were faint black shadows carrying weapons passing by in the dense forest, and this situation had lasted for half an hour.

Yesterday, it was also the twelfth day that Hulan attacked the 400 Huron formation with more than 40 horsemen on the riverside, and the outposts scattered around reported that they had found traces of the Huron within ten miles.

Rao is Hulan and Guan Zheng are bold and careful, and when a large number of enemies already know their specific location, they do not dare to lead their troops to guerrilla, so they can only be forced to leave the dense forest within a radius of ten miles to the enemy who forces them to be more familiar with this place.

Their troops could not afford to be attritional, and only one Mongol rider returned from the cavalry sent out by Hulan after the battle, and his horse was dead, and his bow and arrows and sabers were lost on the way to escape, leaving only a spear and a short hand axe, which were shortened and only a man high.

Extremely embarrassed and fierce-eyed, the iron armor was battered and pitted, and there were many iron leaves on his body, and he returned to his position with the heads of four Hurons wrapped around his waist and broken spears—it is said that he was surrounded and killed in the last battle with the Hurons.

The Huron surrounded him and tried to capture him alive, and in the pursuit, the hunters kept shooting him with stone arrows and spears, most of the projectile weapons missed, but dozens of arrows in his body could still walk like flying, making them want to settle the battle in close combat.

One by one, he overthrew sixteen Huron warriors with a broken spear, and seeing that no one jumped out to challenge him, he took his spear and rushed in one direction, and all the people around him scattered, which was regarded as a life.

But he is the only lucky person like this, and the equipment and martial arts of other riders are not worse than him, but there is no one who can escape back.

Last night, three Huron warriors appeared outside the position, two holding torches, and another holding an eight-foot-long Beiyang spear and a blood-stained helmet in the middle of the field, dancing proudly.

Everyone knows what that means.

Hulan didn't say anything, just asked people to go to the Great Flint and bring the arrows made by the Mohawks.

Sixty-six Mongol riders were each given two quivers that night, and Guan Zheng only knew that his thousand households had sent riders to take advantage of the night to send all the spears outside the camp to find a place to put them.

He thought that the attack of the Huron was imminent, and when he was away from the low wall, Guan Zheng picked up a knife from the side and walked between the camps, and when he reached a meadow, he paused, put the knife down the hole in the ground that was not easy to find, and he crouched down and said, "Be careful. ”

There were thirteen such caves in the camp, and the internal space was not large enough to hide only one person and a small amount of food, and the banner army was only re-laid with planks and turf after entering, leaving only a narrow vent, and the banner army inside could not get out by themselves.

Each hole was connected to several wooden pipes buried in the earth, the shortest of which was a towering birch tree next to it, and the longer one to a mine that was farther away.

Mohawk's Great Flint says this tactic is cowardly and that true warriors should be like him...... Hundreds of Mohawks woke up early and sat in groups around campfires and weapons by the low walls.

They received orders from the chieftain Da Suishi to be the exact opposite of the orders given to the Ming army by Hulan, and rushed out of the camp at the beginning of the battle to defeat the cowardly Hurons from the front.

Hulan and Guan Zheng have given up...... Not to mention the effective mobilization of these more than 600 cockscombs, it is simply impossible for chickens and ducks to communicate.

There was no other way, Guan Zheng walked to the edge of the camp early in the morning, and asked the big raccoon to send someone to say to the flint again: "In the end, the morality of the alliance, let him know that if he can't stand it, he will retreat to the camp, and the bird gun team of the heavenly army will help him put a stop for a while." ”

Guan Zheng discussed with another banner army, Baihu, that they would cover the left flank for the flint department, but after the battle, they would retreat regardless of whether the flint retreated or not.

The soldiers of the big raccoon dog were obedient, they all stayed on the wings and did not move forward at all, as long as Hulan's horse team ran, they might run faster than Guan Zheng.

Time passed in silence, and when the sky was bright, the lookouts of the bannermen who climbed the birch trees and held binoculars sounded a warning, and more and more Huron people appeared on the low slopes in the distance, and they came out of the woods to form a strangely shaped formation, numerous and silent, and slow, bringing a great sense of oppression to the soldiers in the camp.

"How many?"

Guan Zheng asked under the tree, the Great Flint had already conveyed the order to his subordinates, and the Mohawks were gathering to open the camp, and the lookout replied, "Twenty-six military formations, all of them at least a hundred, and some people have come out of the woodland, and they may have forty phalanxes." ”

Hulan came on horseback, raised his horse whip and pointed to Guan Zheng and several other hundred households: "There are six enemy troops in the east, four in the west, and the front of the north is black. ”

The hundreds of households took their own orders and led the riders to the west, and the infantry, which was the backbone of the breakout, was also slowly moving westward, leaving only the bird gunners and a small number of spearmen led by Guan Zheng remained at the north gate of the camp, watching the backs of the Mohawks.

The flint is indeed worthy of the word 'brave', at least in the face of an enemy several times his size surrounded on three sides, he still dares to go forward, his men form a semi-circular formation, the outermost is a circle of pitchers with short spears, they carry the Ming army long cards that have been produced in the past few days, and they are not strong and durable under the hasty production.

When the two sides approached two hundred paces, the Huron people launched an attack in the battle howl, the distance was quickly pulled, and in the blink of an eye, it was within the range of the bow and arrow, and the two sides were almost the same primitive tactics, nothing more than using the Ming army's long card and using a small round shield on the other.

The initial projectile was too far away, and the stone arrows did not kill either side much, but the Huron squares fired from three directions at the same time, completely suppressing the Mohawks, and it was difficult for them to raise their hands and raise their bows against the stone arrows.

The rest of the Huron phalanx took advantage of this opportunity to continue to press forward, and when the distance was close enough that the bow and arrow did not need to be thrown, the arc of the spear caused heavy casualties to the Mohawks, but most of the arrows fired directly were blocked by the long card, which gave them a chance to counterattack.

But the formation still couldn't stop retreating.

If the Hurons are further, the Mohawks will have to take two or even three steps back, and if it weren't for the allies and camps behind them, I'm afraid they would have trampled on each other by this time.

Flint could only let out an impotent fury in the face of such a victory, but no matter how much he roared, he could not maintain the line of dozens of people who had fallen, and then some people turned back and fled, and the small area collapsed causing more people to retreat, and in the blink of an eye, they were pushed into the low wall by the Hurons.

But the Hurons could only go so far, and under the orders of Guan Zheng, they resounded on the battlefield with a loud noise that they had not yet seen, and clouds of white mist that they had never seen before rose in front of the enemy formation, and the lead pellets that spewed out the next moment hit the chests of the bravest warriors.

At close range, some of the lead will even pierce the first fighter before hitting the person behind him.

More than 600 Mohawk warriors braved heavy casualties to kill and wound dozens of the enemy, and as the three rows of birds struck out in succession, the Hurons at the forefront of the charge fell like wheat cut by a sickle.

The momentum of the charge was stopped by the Birdshots.

Guan Zheng's birdmen did not shoot standing this time, and they also followed the example of the Spaniards, reloading while retreating, and slowly retreating to the predetermined withdrawal point in the west in a backward horizontal formation.