The actions of the Tatars naturally attracted the attention of the white-clothed army. With the advent of darkness, the alert level of the white-clothed army has also been raised to the highest level. In front of the side van, a large number of torches were lit, and the ground in the front twenty or thirty people was illuminated very brightly. However, for an area forty meters away, the torches are barely enough.

The flash of fire from the explosion of the explosive pack can only see the general idea of the Tatars. It is basically impossible to see the movements of the Tatars carefully. In the barracks, the Ming army was safe. However, once out of the barracks, it is difficult to say.

To be honest, if the Tatars attacked in the dark, the whites were still a little stressed. It is true that the white-clothed army is not good at night fighting. Neither training, nor preparation, is not suitable for night fighting. If there were really Tatars who came in, the white-clothed army would indeed be more passive. Now it seems that the Tatars are really going to make a desperate gamble and start a night war.

Soon, several captains of the musket team came to Xu Xingxia's side, waiting for his order. Like Xu Xingxia, they don't have enough confidence in the night fighting ability of the white-clothed army. The formation of the White Army was short-lived. In such a short period of time, only the soldiers can be taught to shoot, and as for hand-to-hand combat, there is no time to teach it for the time being.

"Can't let the Tartars rush in!" Xu Xingxia said awe-inspiringly.

Since the white-clothed army is not good at night fighting, and is not good at hand-to-hand combat, the only way is to block them outside the barracks, outside the side vans. As long as the Tartars do not go into hand-to-hand combat, there is nothing to fear. Tartar archery, like the shooting of the White Army, is greatly reduced in accuracy in the dark.

"Extinguish part of the torch." Xu Xingxia said again.

The torches on the side van were too bright, and it was easy to cause themselves to be in the light and the enemy to be in the dark, causing the white-clothed sergeants to become targets for the Tatars. The brightness of the torch only needs to be able to meet the requirements of the reloading of the moon gun. As for the lighting outside, it had to rely on the light of the fire when the No. 5 explosive package exploded. In the era when there were no flares, it could only be overkill, and it would be enough for the time being. Fortunately, the number of explosives bags carried this time was still sufficient.

In the face of complex and volatile situations, the most important measure is to have sufficient reserves. I have food in my hand, and I don't panic in my heart. For military commanders, it means having soldiers in their hands and not panicking. The greater the number of reserves, the more calm they will be in the event of an emergency. Xu Xingxia decided to withdraw Liu Heng's musket team from the front line and stay in the center of the barracks to deal with unexpected situations at any time.

After everything was ready, Xu Xingxia carried an iron tire bow on his back and personally sat at the front line. He wanted to see what the Tartar could do to tear his protective ring. For Gugele's courage, Xu Xingxia really admires it. This guy is obviously out of the way, and he wants to break the net with the white-clothed army. It is estimated that this guy's biggest wish at the moment is to die with him, and the jade will be burned. It's a pity that I can't accompany myself.

The night battle, to a certain extent, did limit the firepower of the white-clothed army. Perhaps, there are really a few Tartars who will take advantage of the cover of night. Fight your way into the barracks of the White Coats. Frankly speaking, this barracks of the White Clothes Army was only built temporarily, with no trenches, no fences, and no deer rocks, and it was impossible to block the sporadic Tatars from lurking in.

Thankfully, he also had his own iron-tired bow.

In front of the iron-tired bow, no amount of Tartar coming in is enough to die!

"Boom!"

In the darkness, there was the sound of faint footsteps.

The experienced Zhang Feng and others all tilted their bodies, lying on the sand, keeping their ears firmly in the soil, and listening carefully to the movements outside. After a while, he gestured to Xu Xingxia, indicating that a large number of Tartars had indeed come up.

"Ready!"

"Put!"

Yun Qifeng ordered categorically.

Soon, a No. 5 explosive package will be ejected.

"Boom!"

A moment later, there was a loud sound of the sky cracking down, and the entire battlefield trembled visibly. In the flames of the explosion, Xu Xingxia really saw that a large number of Tartars were trying to get closer. They did not have war horses, they were purely on foot. The Tartars hidden in the darkness seem to be a group of demons who have emerged from hell.

"Bang bang bang!"

"Bang bang bang!"

"Bang bang bang!"

The soldiers of the white-clothed army kept shooting.

In the darkness, Tartars continue to fall, becoming another ghost on the battlefield.

However, with the help of the cover of darkness, most of the Tartars managed to get close to the barracks.

During the day, the cavalry of the Tatars, at the closest point of the camp of the White Army, was still seventy or eighty meters away. Now, with the cover of darkness, they easily broke through this distance. The guns of the white-clothed army, in the face of the Tartars in the dark, seem to be a little powerless. And the Tartar, which is advancing on foot, is also greatly enhanced in terms of the agility of dodging movements.

Some of the Tartar archers even entered a distance of fifty or sixty meters. Without hesitation, they bent their bows and arrows and fired at the white-clothed army. One by one, the arrows roared and continued to hit the top of the van, making a sound like a woodpecker. The arrows they shot were accurate and ruthless, and if there was no wooden plank to block them, I was afraid that the casualties of the white-clothed army would have risen in a straight line.

"Rush it all!"

Gugler shouted viciously.

In terms of overall strategy, the Tartars' strategy of night warfare is quite correct. This gave Gugler great confidence. He seemed to have seen the miracle of his ability to turn the tide without falling. As long as they can enter the barracks of the Ming army, victory belongs to the Tatars. When the time comes, he will definitely catch that damn Xu Xingxia and see if he has three heads and six arms, and dares to be so cruel and ruthless to the Tatars.

Under Gugrad's orders, thousands of Tatar infantry continued to rush upward. They took advantage of the cover of darkness and quickly approached the barracks of the white-clothed army. After a moment's effort, some Tatars, who were very lucky, were already less than thirty meters away from the van. As long as they continue to hold on for a while, they will have a chance to rush into the ranks of the Ming army and engage in hand-to-hand combat with the Ming army.

"Boom!"

Suddenly, there was a loud sound of the sky cracking and the earth cracking.

This is the No. 5 explosive pack with the largest near-firing charge in the artillery battalion.

The landing point of the explosives package was chosen early in the morning, and it was about 50 meters away from the van. At such a distance, it was just enough to wipe out the vanguard of the Tatars, which greatly reduced the pressure on the musket team. Fifty catties of black gunpowder exploded, and the power was still considerable. There is no need for a direct hit, only a nearby radius of ten zhang, and the Tatars will be damaged to varying degrees.

Originally, the battlefield was in the Gobi Desert, and there was a lot of gravel and gravel on the ground. The debris is blown up and is the deadliest weapon. If the tartar is hit by these gravel rubble, there is basically no chance of survival. As for the white-clothed army, there will be no major problems due to the obstruction of the partial van. Of course, if it is really bad luck and a gravel flies in through the crack and hits the white-clothed sergeant, it can only be said to be too unlucky.

The No. 5 explosive bag was thrown at a close distance, and the firelight just reflected the sound of the Tartars. Where the tartar is, you can basically tell. Sure enough, after the firelight burst out, the shooting effect of the moon gun was greatly increased. Combined with the light of torches on the side carriage, these last thirty or fifty meters became an insurmountable obstacle for the Tatars.

"My lord, Gugler!" Wang Qinian suddenly pointed to the front and shouted in a low voice.

"Gugler?" Xu Xingxia looked over in disbelief. Unfortunately, the flames of the explosion were just extinguished, and he couldn't see anything. Luckily, a moment later, another explosive pack No. 5 burst into flames. This time, Xu Xingxia saw it clearly. True, in the ranks of the Tatar cavalry, Gugrad was indeed among them. This guy seems to have a bit of a problem with his brain. Knowing that rushing up was to send him to death, he actually led the team in person, which was simply fatal.

However, without such courage, Gugler would not have been able to become the number two man of the Kellergin tribe. Nomads fight wars with the courage not to be afraid of death. What do they have? Nothing! Nothing but their flesh and blood! Among the nomads, those who are afraid of death have absolutely no chance of getting ahead. To put it cruelly, what the Ming army lacked was not this spirit of not fearing death?

Within the Ming army, everyone knew that fighting a war would kill people, and everyone did not dare to rush up. If an enemy rushes up, the first thing that everyone thinks about is how to escape, how to save their lives, and they have no intention of fighting. The final result is naturally that he has been defeated repeatedly and beaten to a mess by others. It is no wonder that the Tartars always despised the Ming army. An army without combat effectiveness is despised wherever it goes.

"Wang Xia, look for a chance to kill Gugrad!" Xu Xingxia said coldly.

"Yes!" Wang Xia agreed, and gathered all the more than fifty musket teams under his command, waiting for the right opportunity. If it was daytime, Gugrad would definitely not have escaped their musket volley, but unfortunately, it was night, and it was impossible to accurately judge Gugrad's position.

A moment later, another dazzling fire shone through the surrounding fields. Wang Xia immediately found the location of Gugrad and ordered to shoot. In the fierce gunfire, rows of mini bullets continued to strafe in the direction where Gugrad was. The Tatars around Gugrad kept falling to the ground.

Gugrad, who sensed that something was wrong, hurriedly lay down and dodged the incoming projectiles. As a result, his action made other Tatars think that he was unfortunately shot. Someone screamed in a fuss, babbling, as if the sky was about to fall. Soon, the news spread more and more, and in the end, it turned out that Gugler had been killed. Hearing this bad news, almost all the Tatars subconsciously turned back and left.

(To be continued)