While waiting for the Qing army to raise the fire and cook, Deng Ming and his entourage were also making preparations.

They tied pine resin to wooden sticks to make many torches. Originally, these pine resins were collected for night lighting, because they are very easy to ignite and emit bright light, making them good torches. However, in Deng Ming's eyes, pine resin is not a very suitable tool for setting fire, because the pine resin does not burn fast enough. The best material for arson in this era was probably black powder, and if you had a bucket of black powder in your hand now, put it in a bag, and throw a bag at the campfire or some other place where it was on fire, you would definitely be able to quickly set the enemy camp on fire. It's a pity that there is no such barrel of black powder, so it can only be difficult to use pine resin.

In the past, when torches were made for lighting, the pine resin layer on top was tied thickly so that they could burn for a long time, and the wooden sticks used to make the torches were thicker. But for the time being, Deng Ming felt that the torches he made were not for lighting but for arson, so he chose some much thinner strips of wood, and tied them as thin as possible with the pine resin layer - he didn't expect them to burn for an hour anyway; Moreover, the coverage of the pine resin layer should be relatively large, preferably to cover two-thirds of the sticks - so that it can burn rapidly in a short time, as long as a safe part of the hand is left; In the end, they also carved many furrows in the pine resin layer, although Deng Ming had no experience in arson, but he had learned in junior high school chemistry class that if you want to make the reaction violent, you should try to increase the contact surface - at first Deng Ming also thought that grinding pine resin into powder and using it like black powder might have a good combustion effect, but now that time is pressing, there is really no effort and no tools to do this.

Each arson stick had a thin layer of pine resin on it, and each person was given a bundle. Deng Ming has no practical experience, so yesterday they did a little bit of practical work on the way to prove that this method really works well. There was another layer of admiration in the eyes of the subordinates when they looked at Deng Ming, and many people secretly guessed that Mr. Deng had probably done arson before, otherwise how could he come up with so many ways?

"The smoke is rising."

Deng Ming and the others waited for a while, and then twenty people came out of the hiding place together, one led a horse along the road to the camp of the Qing army, and when they saw the sentry of the Qing army, it was estimated that the camp opposite had already begun to eat.

When he met with the Qing army sentry for the second time, Deng Ming felt that the other party was no longer as vigilant as just now, and when the Ming army slowly walked over, the two sentries were still talking and laughing.

Walking to the door of the camp, Deng Ming led everyone to tie their horses to the tree, during which he secretly observed the surrounding shapes, and found that it was almost as expected in advance, there were not too many people around the camp, and there were bursts of discussion about eating and the aroma of food from inside. Deng Ming continued to pretend to tie the horse slowly, and at the same time quietly glanced at Wu San and Wu San, and the two of them understood and walked quickly towards the two sentries according to the prior plan.

"This is a little bit of General Di's heart." Wu San smiled as he approached the two Qing sentries as he reached out and touched his arms.

After hearing this, the two sentries were stunned, and there was also a puzzled look on their faces: "Didn't you give it just now?" ”

Having said that, they were still full of joy, and they gathered to see how many silver taels Wu San was going to take out this time. However, with a flash of silver light, what Qing Bing saw was not an ingot, but a sharp dagger that was pulled out of Wu San's arms.

Qing Bing was stunned when he saw the dagger, and one of them looked up blankly, at this time, there was still the slightest smile on the face of Wu San in front of him, his eyes were wide open, and his brows were twisted.

Takezo's left hand pinched the sentry's mouth like lightning, and the dagger in his hand stretched out, stabbing from below, inserting it from the enemy's Adam's apple, and penetrating diagonally to the back of the head. The last action the enemy soldier made was to hold Takezo's left forearm with both hands. Wu San felt the movement of the muscles of the opponent's cheeks, and it was not until the opponent lost all his strength that he drew his dagger, and at the same time released his left palm like an iron pincer, and watched the enemy soldier fall to the ground with a thud.

When Wu San dealt with this enemy soldier head-on, Wu San also covered the mouth of another sentry from behind, and simply cut the man's trachea with a dagger. The Qing soldier made a sound in his mouth, and he also fell limply in a pool of his own blood.

After the two of them had settled the guards, they walked to the edge of the first tent, which cut off the view from the camp. Wu San and Wu San observed the movement in the camp with bated breath, very good, and did not alarm inside, the Qing soldiers were continuing to eat. The two of them continued to be on their guard, if someone suddenly came over, they would attack and kill them if they could, and if they couldn't, they would report to their companions and let their companions immediately start moving.

"Calm down, don't panic, take your time." Deng Ming kept saying to himself in his heart. After Wu San and Wu San succeeded, they stopped pretending to tie their horses, and lifted up the blankets covering their horses, revealing the bundles of torches underneath them—each of them had four, and Deng Ming conscientiously took these torches down and held them in his hands, and warned himself not to make mistakes in his hurry, and not to throw these things out at once because he was in a hurry.

Someone behind Deng Ming's hand trembled, and scattered bundles of torches on the ground at once, Deng Ming looked back at the guard, and said in as gentle a tone as possible: "Don't worry, no one is coming, we have time." ”

Although it felt like a long time, in fact, they moved quite quickly, and before the blood under the two corpses on the ground had spread, Deng Ming and the others had already completed the final preparations, everyone turned over and got on the horse again, and several people took out the bamboo tube with the fire fold hidden in their bodies, and carefully took out the fire fold from it.

Zhou Kaihuang, who was beside Deng Ming, took out the fire fold from the bamboo tube, and shook it in the air hard, and it burst into flames, Zhou Kaihuang first used it to ignite his bundle of torches, and then stretched it out to let Deng Ming ignite the one in his hand.

Swept around the guards behind him, and saw that the raging flames were already burning vigorously in everyone's hands, twenty people were divided into three teams, the left and right teams were led by Wu San and Wu San, who had taken the Chinese military tent, and the middle team had six people, led by Deng Ming himself.

There seemed to be an inquiry in the distance, as if someone was asking something, but Deng Ming did not respond to this, he turned his head to look ahead, took one of the torches he held in his left hand with his right hand, and shouted while clamping the horse's belly: "Follow me!" ”

Kicking the mount vigorously in a row, the horses under Deng Ming quickly entered a galloping state, with the sound of the whirring wind in his ears, Deng Ming waved his hand and threw a torch towards the first tent he encountered, and he saw a group of Qing soldiers gathered in the open space between the tents, and someone was still looking at him. But Deng Ming didn't have time to look back at the sāo chaos he had caused, and the first tent had been left behind by him.

Deng Ming took one more and threw it at the second tent, and then there seemed to be some chaotic nonsense behind his head:

"Who?"

"What are you doing?"

When he threw the third torch, Deng Ming felt as if he had thrown it a little off, but he still didn't have the time to look back to see if he had hit the target. The sāo behind him moved louder, as if there were already countless people shouting, Deng Ming turned a corner, bypassed the tent in front of him, and continued to run towards his destination.

After turning the corner, a bonfire appeared in front of him, a pot was hanging on the fire, more than ten Qing soldiers made a circle around the fire, a Qing soldier was colliding with Deng Ming, the Qing soldier was holding a big wooden spoon in his hand, and his mouth was on the edge of the wooden spoon and seemed to be blowing cool air inside. When he saw an oncoming knight and a man and a horse crashing towards him at high speed, the Qing soldier seemed to be stunned for a moment, maintaining his original posture and freezing there without making any sound.

Deng Ming's high-speed mount did not have time to completely avoid the crowd, and leaped through the heads of several people on the edge of the fire, and Deng Ming felt himself soaring into the air at the same time as he heard the sound of a crockpot from below, followed by many exclamations and shouts.

The last torch left in his hand Deng Ming has not been thrown, the plan is to throw one when he sees a tent along the way, and the people who follow him are not in a hurry to throw the torch, if they see that someone in front of a tent has been thrown, then the people behind should save it and throw those that have not been ignited, but everyone should keep the last one in their hands and not move.

The camp of several hundred people did not occupy a very large area, and Deng Ming had already run to the tent of the Qing army where he had come, and the Qing soldiers standing at the door had their mouths wide open, looking at the knights who rushed over in amazement.

"This is it!" Deng Ming shouted loudly, throwing the last torch in his hand at it with all his might, and instead of stopping his horse, he circled around the side of the tent and drew his sword at the same time.

At about the same time, the same shout came from the side, and a torch flew in front of Deng Ming's horse and smashed on the tent, and Wu Sanji, who led the team on the right side, galloped from Deng Ming's side. In the blink of an eye, the three teams of Ming troops met around the Qing army's central military tent, and each of them threw the last torch in their hands.

He continued to circle around the tent until he met a companion before Deng Ming reined in his horse, at this time he had heard countless panicked shouts and shouts coming from the tent, and terrible screams came from the other side of the tent, one after another: The guards at the door of the tent had already been cut down by the Ming army, and when the officers who were eating inside tried to escape from the burning tent, Li Xinghan and others who were blocking the door mercilessly stabbed them to death at the door of the tent with spears.

At least five torches were still on top of the tent, and the roof of the tent was now filled with flames, and a continuous stream of shouts came from the tent as the screams rang out one after another. The Ming soldiers gathered outside the tent were silent, deaf to all questions, and when they saw that no one came out, they waved their weapons to cut the support of the tent.

Several legs were cut off in a row, and the tent of the Qing army, which was burning more and more, suddenly sank down with a bang, and the large ball of flames fell behind the side wall of the tent that had not yet fallen, and disappeared from Deng Ming's field of vision. But a moment later, an even more violent cloud of fireworks rose into the air, and Deng Mingneng, who was waiting outside, had just arrived and was throwing shè from behind the curtain of the tent.

In front of Deng Ming's horse, a few hands also poked out from under the bottom of the tent, trying to lift the tent feet, seeing this, Deng Ming and the Ming army around him immediately poked the weapons in their hands to the middle of these hands, and each stab made a dull sound of metal entering the flesh, and when they pulled out their weapons, they were immediately dyed with a large red sè around the holes they poked out in the tent.

The curtains had fallen on all sides, and several people who were on fire howled and jumped up from the fire and ran towards the Ming army in the encirclement, and a man with burning hair raised his hands - his sleeves were also burning, and ran towards Deng Ming with a shout, Deng Ming condescendingly swung his sword and slashed it at the neck of the burning man, and the terrible shouts stopped abruptly.

Deng Ming carefully scanned the slaughterhouse in front of him - no enemy was still moving, his eyes finally fell on a corpse, staring at the armor on the person's body carefully, Deng Ming pointed at it vigorously, and immediately a guard rode to the side, turning over the still flamed corpse with a spear, Deng Ming looked at the charred face closely, and nodded.

"Let's go!" Deng Ming shouted, they have been around the Qing army's tent for several minutes, and the Qing soldiers who came sporadically at the beginning were all killed by the Ming cavalry on the periphery, but now more and more people are pouring over.

Seeing Deng Ming and others withdrawing from the siege, the cavalry of the Ming army on the periphery also joined with them, and twenty cavalry formed a close formation, rushing straight forward, cutting down when they saw people, and shouting with all their strength in their mouths:

"Jianchang soldiers have arrived!"

"Those who descend will not die!"

Twenty men rushed all the way to the southernmost part of the camp, then turned around and re-entered, this time until they reached the westernmost point, and then turned around again and rushed back, this time aiming for the north.

Most of the officers in the Qing barracks had just been killed in the Chinese tent along with their generals, and the remaining soldiers were just spinning around like headless flies, some trying to put out the fire, others subconsciously running to the Chinese tent, and more asking each other what was going on.

When the Ming army began to clash back and forth in the camp, a large number of Qing soldiers soon understood who the enemy was: it was Jianchang, who they were going to, sent troops to attack them, and they obviously fell for Jianchang's plan to surrender.

The Ming army, which clashed back and forth, soon clashed several times in the small camp of the Qing army, with flames everywhere, panicked shouts of companions and countless desperate "Zhongji" shouts, and the Qing soldiers did not know how many people the Ming army came, but only felt that there were Ming cavalry galloping back and forth everywhere, slashing and slashing while issuing orders to surrender.

"Jianchang soldiers have arrived!"

"Those who descend will not die!"

Deng Ming and his men rushed to the west again, the fire and smoke in the camp became thicker and thicker, and the enemy soldiers were running around all around, Deng Ming continued to shout vigorously as he slashed his weapon at the enemy soldiers on the side of the horse.

"Surrender!"

"Surrender!"

When a group of panicked Qing soldiers saw another Ming cavalry rushing towards them, they fell to their knees, holding their heads and shouting:

"Spare your life, spare your life!"

But these Ming cavalry did not kill them, nor did they stop their horses to arrest themselves, and the Qing soldiers who announced their surrender knelt on the ground for a while, only to hear the horses' hooves and shouts gradually moving away from them, and then they raised their heads and looked at each other, their eyes full of questions and fear.

Hearing that the cavalry of the Ming army seemed to be killing elsewhere, the brave Qing soldiers who surrendered stood up and ran desperately in the direction of the Ming army's shouts, and the timid knelt for a while, seeing that the companions who surrendered together around them ran more and more, and there were fewer and fewer people left in place, and finally this group of surrendered soldiers ran away.

Deng Ming led people back and forth in the Qing camp to clash until Jīng was exhausted, and when Deng Ming fixed his horse, he found that his voice had become hoarse for some time, and when he wanted to speak to Zhou Kaihuang, he found that he couldn't hear his own words, only some hissing.

Night had fallen, and only the light of the fire was left on the camp of the Qing army, shining many figures who were fleeing in all directions.

Closing his mouth and swallowing several mouthfuls of saliva in a row, Deng Ming was finally able to make a little sound, and he felt that his arm was also shaking, a slight spasm caused by overexertion.

"Is there any damage?" Deng Ming asked.

The other Ming knights were the same as Deng Ming, everyone was overdrawn and their throats ached, but everyone's faces were excited.

"No loss." After seeing twenty people, after Li Xinghan answered Deng Ming's question, he stuck his spear on the ground with all his strength, clenched his fists on horseback, leaned over to Deng Ming, and said, "Sir...... Your Highness is truly a man of God! ”

Li Xinghan's words sparked a resonance, and the remaining eighteen knights ignored Deng Ming's ban, threw down their weapons and saluted Deng Ming collectively on horseback: "Your Highness is really a god who is destined to return!" ”

"Haha, haha." Deng Ming let out a hoarse laugh, for the first time, this compliment from his subordinates made him feel extremely satisfied, he put the sword in his hand back into the sheath, and after a moment said with a smile: "Don't take me as an example, you will still call me Mr. in the future." ”

"Yes, sir."

"Let's find out if there are any ownerless horses, and we'll have to take a few captives to ask." Deng Ming gave a series of orders, and finally said: "Then we will take a look at the Zhongjun tent in the back of the Tartars, and leave the rest to Jianchang to clean up." ”

……

Two days later, Jianchang.

"What did you find?" Feng Shuangli asked, early yesterday morning, Jianchang heard that there was a battle in the southeast, and the scouts sent out also encountered several Qing soldiers who were on the verge of collapse and surrendered on their knees as soon as they met.

"Found the military seal of the last general." The expression on Di Sanxi's face was very strange, and the battlefield had hardly been cleaned, but in the position of the military tent in the burned Qing army, Di Sanxi's big seal was deliberately placed in the most obvious position.

Di Sanxi reported that the body of Deng Ming's guards was not found, nor did he find any graves, it seems that Deng Ming's side was not damaged, and the Qing army was full of corpses, and those who were still alive were not able to form an army.

"That His Highness is really heroic, twenty people have wiped out eight hundred enemy troops, he is not giving us a chance to surrender," Feng Shuangli After listening to the report, he instructed Di Sanxi to pack up the house and prepare to welcome Deng Ming back to Jianchang. Since the other party still wants Jianchang to continue to resist, Feng Shuangli estimates that Deng Ming will come back to negotiate with him, although theoretically Feng Shuangli is still in captivity, but it seems that this situation cannot be maintained.

But Feng Shuangli miscalculated, and Deng Ming did not appear.