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In front of the camp gate, a Mongol soldier crawled on the ground with great difficulty, his helmet and armor were full of feathered arrows, and he had just been struck by a fire bolt from his waist as he raised his shield to cover his companions. The badly wounded Mongol spat blood in his mouth, gasped with difficulty, carried the heavy armor on his back, and crawled back with all the strength of his eating nǎi, dragging a trail of blood on the ground behind him.

As he tried to crawl away from the front of the imperial camp, the Mongol soldier could still hear the whizzing sound of the air coming from behind, and a new feathered arrow would be stuck next to him, and he would be slammed into his back, and the Mongol knew that he had been hit by another arrow.

"Why are you attacking me?" The mortally wounded Mongol felt that his eyes were beginning to turn white, and his head was drowsy, as if he could sleep at any moment, and he tried his best to stay awake, and as he continued to crawl slowly on his hands and feet, he thought unwillingly: "I have no strength to fight." ”

On the camp wall behind him, a Praetorian Guard carefully aimed at the target, drew the bow in his hand to the full, and let out a loud cry full of hatred while loosening the strings: "Where to escape!" ”

The feathered arrow shot out and slammed into the calf of the Mongolian soldier who was crawling away, pinning him to the ground, and the Mongol who was hit let out a roar of pain, and he rolled and tried to reach out to pull the bow and arrow from the calf, but he couldn't reach it.

"Phew, die, traitor, Mongol Tartar!" The Praetorian Guard spat in anger. If a Han dared to use the word "Tartar" in front of him, this Janissary soldier would certainly not hesitate to draw his sword and kill, but this did not prevent him from calling the Mongols Tartar. As a banner man who grew up in Beijing after entering the customs, he had accepted this contempt for the Mongols.

A rocket rained down from the sky, and it shot through the junction of the Praetorian Guard's helmet and neck armor. The hunter became prey in the blink of an eye, and the Praetorian Guard rolled his eyes and fell to the ground.

In less than an hour, the Mongol soldiers, who acted as death squads, had already paid the price of the Master, and even if they tried to struggle to crawl off the battlefield, they would be attacked by the hateful Praetorian Guards; By the time the Janissaries had been killed or seriously wounded.

"The combat effectiveness of the Eight Banners should not be underestimated." At the far end of the battlefield, the commander of the Ming army commented on the left and right: "We have a fifteen-fold superiority in troops, as well as artillery and catapults, to attack such a small camp, and we have not broken the camp gate for an hour, nor have we destroyed the fighting spirit of the enemy army. ”

Seeing that the Mongol soldiers at the camp gate had become sparse again, Deng Ming ordered two more squads to come forward: "One team will help hit the door, and the other team can help their wounded companions retreat first." ”

"If you save them, you have to support them for a lifetime." Zhou Kaihuang muttered.

"It's better than them cowering and letting our people go up." Ren Tang agreed with this order, but he objected to the use of death squad men for the job: "Admiral, I thought it would be better to ask the Mongols who did not need to go into battle, to see if they were willing to save their wounded comrades in front, and if they were, they would also be given armor." ”

"Okay." Deng Ming nodded. The officers were able to agree to treat the Mongols the same as the wounded, and he knew that it would not be easy to do so.

In the distance, more and more black smoke rose over the imperial camp, and in an hour, the Ming army had already taken turns with seven or eight rounds of archers, pouring tens of thousands of rockets on the Qing army. Most of the rockets went off quickly after they hit the ground, but there were a few that ignited things around them. The walls and towers of the imperial camp were all wooden structures, and they were only lightly muddled and fireproofed during construction, and although the fireproof layer was not very thick and not very thorough, the imperial officers did not have any concerns about this during the inspection. After all, in their minds, this was just a temporary camp, with countless pairs of vigilant eyes and two thousand armed Janissaries in a small area, and no fire could spread or be extinguished in time.

"The well in the camp should be in this direction, right?" Deng Ming raised his horsewhip and pointed towards the imperial camp: "Divide two archers to cover the shooting well." ”

"Yes."

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With his face covered in dirt and blood, Etu retreated behind the camp wall, gasping for breath. He had been commanding the battle from the camp gate since the beginning of the war, and several senior Praetorian Guard officers had been killed by him, all of them struck by stray arrows or stone bullets. Etu survived not because he was quicker or quicker than the senior officers who were killed, but because he was simply lucky.

For the Praetorian Guards in the bitter battle, rest was a luxury, and only officers like Etu had the opportunity to get it, and ordinary Praetorian Guard soldiers had no chance of retreating from high-strength battles. Manpower was needed everywhere in the camp, and more and more rockets caused more and more fires, and the wounded Janissaries who had to retreat from the camp walls were mobilized to extinguish the flames in the camp.

In addition to fighting fires, the Praetorian Guards also needed to collect wood at hand to repair the damaged camp walls, which in several places were cracked by the constant shelling of the Ming army and began to crumble. The pillars of the Praetorian Guard's tents had all been removed and sent to the camp wall for later use, except for the stables, which had always been left there with a large number of men to keep it safe.

Etu sat in the corner panting as he saw another group of Praetorian Guards running towards the well with shields in hand. Just now, the number of rockets that landed near the well suddenly increased, and more stone shells came to join in the fun, and several Praetorian Guards, who were busy carrying water, were caught off guard and could not dodge the sudden increase in enemy fire, and were shot down near the well.

The face of every Praetorian Guard looked very hideous, and the pressure of death, endless fighting, and busyness made the nerves of every Praetorian Guard officer and soldier tense. Every moment someone fell, and now the officers and men of the Praetorian Guard had turned a blind eye to their comrades who had suddenly fallen beside them, and no one would leave their work behind them to pull those who had fallen to the ground. Many others had thrown their shields aside and raced through the camp, refusing to take the time to observe the surrounding sky for arrows; Even when those powerful stone bullets landed nearby, many of the Praetorian Guards officers and soldiers would just look at them indifferently and then continue their work.

This numbness to death temporarily increased the combat efficiency of the Janissaries, but it also allowed their casualties to continue to rise. The same is true of Etu, when he rests, several rockets fly towards the place where he is sitting, but Etu doesn't bother to get up and dodge, just assuming that these rockets may not hit him - he guessed correctly, they did not hit him, but two of them were very close to him.

The rocket closest to Etu happened to hit a piece of bare wood, and the original earth-fired layer on it had been shaken down by the Ming army's artillery bombardment, so the rocket did not go out, but baked the surrounding wood, gradually emitting a scorching smell.

Etu raised his hand and swung a knife to knock the potential fire hazard to the ground: "Is the perimeter of the camp wall about to catch up?" Etu thought to himself, but he quickly put this thought aside, now even if the outer wall of the camp wall began to burn, the Praetorian Guard had no way to extinguish it, so it was in vain to think about it, it was better to hurry up and rest.

"The emperor summoned you." A Praetorian Guard soldier suddenly appeared in front of Etu and shouted at him.

"Got it." Etu jumped up from the ground and ran with the herald to Shunzhi's position.

The current camp in Shunzhi is the best-preserved building other than the stables, dozens of Praetorian Guards patrol around with shields, and every feather arrow that falls on it with fire is cleaned up in time, and there is a circle of buckets in the camp in case of emergency.

"How's the battle going at the camp gate?" As soon as he saw Etu, Shunji asked sharply.

"The emperor can rest assured, the minions are guarded like iron buckets." Etu replied with a respectful bow. When the Mongols slammed on the door, dozens of Praetorian Guards were inside, and even if the Mongols attacked again, the camp gate was still unharmed.

"Haven't the soldiers arrived yet?" Shunzhi knew very well that the Qin Wangjun didn't even have a shadow, otherwise the Praetorian Guards on the camp wall would definitely come to report him immediately, but Shunzhi still couldn't help but ask.

"The minion thinks it's probably coming soon." Etu's answer is exactly what Shunji wants.

"How long can the Gozen last?" Shunji hesitated, but still spat out the question.

"Although the emperor can rest assured, it is the thief who is about to lose his support." Before he could speak, another Praetorian Guard officer said loudly that he was a more experienced senior general.

"The rain doesn't end." The general Zuo said forcefully: "Deng Thief has shot at least 100,000 arrows in this hour, obviously he also knows that King Qin's army can arrive at any time, this is already his full force." How many more arrows can he have? How much gunpowder? His catapult has been fighting for so long, and it can't last long. ”

Not only did Shunzhi's eyes light up when he heard this, but Etu and the other Praetorian Guard officers and soldiers also suddenly lit up after hearing this, and immediately straightened their chests.

"That's right, the Qin Wang Army must be about to arrive, and the Deng thief is the end of the crossbow after all." The emperor was overjoyed and said: "Quickly inform the whole army, and make sure that everyone understands." ”

"Wow!" Etu and the other Praetorian Guard officers and soldiers all shouted yes, and then ran out of Shunzhi's camp separately, encouraging every Praetorian Guard soldier they saw.

"Deng Thief is running out!" After rushing to the camp wall next to the camp gate again, Etu felt as if his whole body was full of strength again. The Janissaries had now suffered more than five casualties, and the guards in front of the camp were noticeably thinner than before, but his words gave hope to all the tired Praetorian Guards.

Etu pointed to the Ming army position in the distance, and the carts used to transport feather arrows across there were indeed seven or eight empty carts, and under the reminder of the leader just now, the officers and soldiers of the Praetorian Guard at the camp gate really found that some of the Ming army's catapults had broken down and stopped attacking.

"Look!" A sharp-eyed Praetorian Guard soldier pointed to the Ming army position in the distance and shouted to his companions: "The thief has moved. ”

"Oh." Etu and the surrounding officers and soldiers all opened their eyes wide, looking at the Ming army carriages moving from a distance.

They saw a group of Ming army auxiliaries gathered around these newly arrived carriages, cut ropes from several of them, lifted the covers, removed the contents from them, and quickly assembled them, and a new catapult showed its outline.

More vehicles continued to move forward and drove behind the line of Ming archers.

Drape after curtain was torn from the wagon, revealing the cart full of goods - another hundred thousand arrows had been transported to the front, and the Ming auxiliaries had walked over to fill their empty quiver again.