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

They tied pine resin to wooden sticks and made many torches. Originally, they collected these pine resins for night lighting, because they were very easy to ignite and emitted bright light, which was a good torch. However, in Deng Ming's eyes, pine resin was not a very suitable arson tool because the pine resin was not burning fast enough. The best arson material in this era was probably black gunpowder. If you had a bucket of black gunpowder in your hand now, put it in a bag, and aimed at a bonfire or other places where there was a fire, you would definitely be able to ignite the enemy camp quickly. Unfortunately, there was no such bucket of black gunpowder, so you could only use pine resin.

In the past, when making torches for lighting, the pine resin layer on it would be tied thicker so that it could burn for a long time, and the wooden sticks used for torches would be thicker. However, Deng Ming now thinks that the torches made are not used for lighting but for arson, so he picked some much thinner wooden strips, and the pine resin layer on it should be tied as thin as possible - anyway, I didn't expect them to burn for an hour; and the coverage of the pine resin layer should be relatively large, preferably two-thirds of the sticks to burn rapidly in a short time, just leave a safe part of the hand; in the end, they also carved many gullies on the pine resin layer. Although Deng Ming had no experience in arson, he learned it in junior high school chemistry class. If he wanted to react violently, he had to try to increase the contact surface. At first, Deng Ming thought that grinding pine resin into powder and used like black gunpowder may have a good ignition-enhancing effect, but now time is tight, and there is really no time or tool to do this.

There was a thin layer of rosin on each arson rod, and each person got a bundle. Deng Ming had no practical experience, so they did some experiments on the way yesterday to prove that this method was indeed effective. The subordinates looked at Deng Ming with another layer of admiration. Many people secretly guessed that Mr. Deng had probably done a lot of arson before, otherwise how could he come up with so many tricks?

"The smoke from cooking has risen."

Deng Ming and the others waited for a while, and then twenty people came out of the hidden place together, one of whom led a horse along the road to the Qing army's camp. When they saw the Qing army sentries, they probably had already started eating in the camp opposite.

When they met the Qing army sentries for the second time, Deng Ming felt that the other party was no longer as alert as before. When the Ming army slowly walked over, the two sentries were still talking and laughing.

When he walked to the entrance of the camp, Deng Ming led everyone to tie horses to the tree. During this period, he secretly observed the surrounding situation and found that there were not many people around the camp. There were waves of discussions about eating and the aroma of food from it. While Deng Ming continued to pretend to tie horses slowly, he quietly winked at Wu San and Wu San. The two understood it and walked quickly towards the two sentries according to the previous plan.

"This is our General Di's intention." Wu San said with a smile, approaching the two Qing soldiers sentries, and at the same time stretched out his hand to touch his arms.

After hearing this, the two sentries were stunned and looked puzzled: "Didn't you give it to me just now?"

Having said that, they were still full of joy and focused on seeing how much silver Wu San would take out this time. However, with the silver light flashing, the Qing soldiers saw not the ingot, but a sharp dagger that was pulled out of Wu San's arms.

When the Qing soldiers saw the dagger, they were stunned. One of them looked up blankly. At this time, Wu San in front of him had no smile on his face. His eyes widened and his eyebrows were twisted.

Wu San pinched the sentinel's mouth like lightning, stretched out the dagger in his hand, stabbed it from below, inserted it from the enemy's Adam's apple, and penetrated it diagonally to the back of his head. The last action the enemy soldier made was to hold Wu San's left forearm with both hands. Wu San felt the movement of the opponent's cheek muscles until the opponent lost all his strength, and he pulled out the dagger, and at the same time let go of the left palm like an iron clamp, watching the enemy soldier fall to the ground with a pounce.

When Wu San was dealing with the enemy soldier head-on, Wu San also covered the mouth of another sentry from behind and simply cut off the man's trachea with a dagger. The Qing soldier's mouth was so loud that he fell softly in his pool of blood.

After they successfully dealt with the guards, they walked to the first tent - it was this tent that blocked the view from the camp here. Wu San and Wu San held their breath and observed the movements in the camp. It was very good, and they did not disturb them. The Qing soldiers were continuing to eat. The two of them continued to keep alert. If someone suddenly came over, they could attack them and kill them. If they could not, they would call the police and let the partners behind them start acting immediately.

"Stay calm, don't panic, take it slowly." Deng Ming kept saying to himself in his heart. After Wu San and Wu San succeeded, they stopped pretending to tie the horse, lifted up the blankets covered by the horse's back, revealing the bundles of torches below - each of them had four. Deng Ming carefully took them down and held them in his hands, warning himself not to make mistakes in his busy schedule, and not to throw them all out in a hurry.

The guard behind Deng Ming shook his hands and spread bundles of torches all over the floor. Deng Ming looked back at the guard and said in a gentle tone as much as possible: "Don't hurry, no one comes, we have time."

Although it seemed like it was a long time, they were actually moving very quickly. Before the blood from the two corpses on the ground spread, Deng Ming and others had already completed the final preparation. Everyone turned over again. Several people took out the bamboo tubes with fire folds hidden on their bodies and carefully took out the fire folds from it.

Just after Zhou Kaihuang, who was beside Deng Ming, took out the fire broke out from the bamboo tube, he swung it hard in the air and it started to burn. Zhou Kaihuang first lit his torch with it, and then reached over to let Deng Ming ignite the one in his hand.

After scanning the guards behind him, he saw that the blazing flames were already burning vigorously in everyone's hands. Twenty people were divided into three teams. The left and right teams led by Wu San and Wu San who had taken the central army tent. There were six people in the middle, led by Deng Ming himself.

There seemed to be a questioning sound from afar, as if someone was asking something, but Deng Ming did not respond to it. He turned his head and looked forward, took one from the torch held by his left hand with his right hand, and shouted while holding the horse's belly, "Come with me!"

He continued to kick the mount hard, and the horses under Deng Ming quickly entered a galloping state. The sound of wind was whistling in his ears. Deng Ming waved his hand and threw a torch towards the first tent he encountered. When he saw a group of Qing soldiers gathering in the open space between the tents, someone was looking at him. But Deng Ming had no time to look back and observe the riots caused by him, and the first tent had been thrown behind him.

Deng Ming took another one and threw it at the second tent. At this time, some messy shouts seemed to come from behind his mind:

"Who?"

"What are you doing?"

When he threw out the third torch, Deng Ming felt that he was throwing it a little bit off, but he still had no time to look back and check whether he hit the target. The commotion behind him was even louder, as if countless people were already shouting. Deng Ming turned a corner, walked around the tent in front of him, and continued to run towards his destination.

After turning, a bonfire suddenly appeared in front of him, with a pot 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 large wooden spoon in his hand, and his mouth was placed on the edge of the wooden spoon, as if he was blowing cool air inside. When he saw a knight and his horse rushing towards him at high speed, the Qing soldier seemed to be stunned, and kept his original posture and froze there without making any sound.

Deng Ming's mount running at high speed had no time to completely avoid the crowd, and jumped over the heads of several people on the edge of the fire. While Deng Ming felt himself rising into the air, he heard a ding-dong sound from the clay pots coming from below, followed by many screams and scoldings.

Deng Ming had not thrown out the last torch left in his hand. He threw one of the tents along the way in the plan. The people following him were not in a hurry to throw the torch. If he saw someone throwing it in front of a tent, the people behind him should save it and throw it away the unignited one, but everyone must keep the last one in his hand.

The camp of hundreds of people did not occupy a very wide area. Deng Ming had already run to the Qing army tent where he had been. The Qing soldiers standing at the door were wide open and staring at the knights rushing towards him in amazement.

"It's this!" Deng Ming shouted loudly and threw the last torch in his hand at it with all his might. He did not stop the horse but went around the side of the military tent, and at the same time drew out his sword.

Almost at the same time, the same shout came from beside him. A torch flew past Deng Ming's horse and smashed onto the tent. Wu San, who was leading the right, galloped from the side of Deng Ming. In a blink of an eye, the three Ming troops met around the Qing army's central tent, and everyone followed the leader and threw the last torch in his hand towards the same target.

He continued to circle around the tent, and Deng Ming stopped the war horse after meeting a companion. At this time, he had heard countless panic shouts and shouts from the tent, and shrill screams came from the other side of the tent, one after another: The guards at the door of the tent had been cut down by the Ming army. When the officers who were eating inside tried to escape from the burning tent, Li Xinghan and others who were blocking the front stabbed them to death with their spears mercilessly.

At least five torches were still on the top of the tent. Now the roof of the tent was full of blazing flames. As screams came one after another, there were continuous stern shouts coming from the tent. The Ming soldiers surrounded the tent were silent and turned a deaf ear to all the questions. When they saw that no one came out, they waved their weapons to kill the support of the tent.

Several consecutive legs were cut off, and the Qing army's central tent, which was burning more and more vigorously, suddenly sank down with a loud bang. A large ball of flames fell behind the side wall of the tent that had not fallen, and disappeared from Deng Ming's vision. But after a moment, a more violent ball of fireworks rose into the air, waiting for Deng Ming outside to feel the heat projecting out from behind the curtains of the tent.

I remembered the dense and continuous screams in front of me. In front of Deng Mingma, several hands were poked out from the bottom of the tent, trying to lift the foot of the tent. Seeing this, Deng Ming and the Ming army beside him immediately poked the weapons in their hands into the middle of these hands. Each stab made a dull sound of metal entering the flesh. When they pulled out the weapons, large pieces of red were immediately dyed around the holes they poked out in the tent.

The curtains on all sides had fallen down, and several people on fire were howling and jumped up from the fire, running towards the Ming army in the surrounding circle. A man with hair and beards was ignited with his hands - his sleeves were also burning, and he ran towards Deng Ming. Deng Ming waved his sword with great force, slashing the fire man's neck, and the shrill 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 man's armor and looked carefully. Deng Ming pointed at it vigorously, and soon a guard rode his horse to the side and turned the corpse that was still rising with a spear. Deng Ming leaned closer to look at the charred face and nodded.

"Let's go!" Deng Ming shouted. They had been around the Qing army's central tent for a long time. I'm afraid it's been several minutes. At the beginning, the Qing soldiers who came scattered were all killed by the Ming cavalry on the periphery, but now more and more people are coming.

Seeing Deng Ming and others withdrawing the siege, the Ming cavalry on the periphery also gathered with them. Twenty cavalry formed a close formation and rushed straight forward, chopping when they saw someone, and shouting with all their might:

"The army of Jianchang is here!"

"Those who surrender are exempt from death!"

Twenty people rushed forward to the south of the camp, then turned around and rushed in again. This time they rushed to the west before stopping, and then turned around and rushed back again, this time the target was to the north.

Most of the officers in the Qing army camp were killed in the central tent with their generals. The remaining soldiers were just wandering around like headless flies. Some tried to put out the fire, some subconsciously ran to the central tent, and more people asked 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: Jianchang, who was going to send troops to attack them, and they were obviously caught up in Jianchang's plan to surrender.

The Ming army, which was clashing back and forth, soon clashed back and forth in the small camp of the Qing army, with flames everywhere, panic shouts from their companions and countless desperate "scheming" shouts. The Qing soldiers did not know how many people the Ming army had arrived, but only felt that Ming cavalry was running back and forth everywhere, slashing and slaughtering while sending out orders to surrender.

"The army of Jianchang is here!"

"Those who surrender are exempt from death!"

Deng Ming and his men rushed west again, and the fire and smoke in the camp became thicker and thicker, and there were enemy soldiers running around. Deng Ming continued to shout hard, while cutting his weapons at the enemy soldiers beside the horse.

"surrender!"

"surrender!"

A group of panicked Qing soldiers saw Ming cavalry rushed towards him again, and fell to his knees, hugged his head and shouted:

"Give me your life, let me go!"

But these Ming cavalry did not kill them, nor did they stop to capture them. The Qing soldiers who announced their surrender knelt on the ground for a while, and only heard the horse's hooves and shouts gradually leaving them. Then they raised their heads and looked at each other, with questions and fear in their eyes.

Hearing that the Ming army's cavalry seemed to be going elsewhere, the surrendered Qing soldiers stood up and ran away desperately with the Ming army's shouts. The timid knelt for a while. Seeing that more and more surrendered companions were running around, fewer and fewer left in the same place. Finally, all the surrendered soldiers ran away.

Deng Ming and his men came back and forth in the Qing army camp until they were exhausted. When Deng Ming tied his horse, he found that his voice was hoarse at some point. When he wanted to speak to Zhou Kaihuang, he found that he could not hear his words, only some hissing.

Night had already fallen, and only the fire was left on the Qing army's camp, illuminating many figures that were fleeing in panic.

After closing his mouth and swallowing several mouthfuls of saliva in succession, Deng Ming finally made a little sound. He felt his arms tremble, because of the slight spasm caused by excessive force.

"Can there be any losses?" Deng Ming asked.

Like Deng Ming, the other Ming army knights were all overdrawn and their throats were hurting, but everyone's face was full of excitement.

"No loss." After counting the twenty or twenty quickly, Li Xinghan first answered Deng Ming, then stabbed the spear on the ground with force, clasped his fists on the horse's back, leaned over to Deng Ming and said, "Sir... Your Highness is really a god!"

Li Xinghan's words resonated with each other. The remaining eighteen knights ignored Deng Ming's ban and left their weapons to salute Deng Ming on the horse's back: "Your Highness is really a godly man who is destined to be!"

"Haha, haha." Deng Ming let out a hoarse laugh. For the first time, the compliments from his subordinates gave him a strange sense of satisfaction. He inserted the sword in his hand back into the sheath, and after a moment he smiled, "If you don't want to be an example, you will still call me a gentleman in the future."

"As for orders, sir."

"Let's find out if there is a horse without a master. We have to catch a few prisoners to ask." Deng Ming gave a series of orders and finally said: "Then we will go back to the Tartars' central tent to check it out, and leave the rest to Jianchang to clean."

...

Two days later, Jianchang.

"What have you found?" Feng Shuangli asked. Jianchang heard about a battle in the southeast early yesterday morning. The scouts sent out also met several Qing soldiers who were on the verge of collapse and surrendered as soon as they met.

"The military seal of the last general was found." Di Sanxi's face was very strange. The battlefield had almost never been cleaned, but at the position of the Qing army's military tent burned to ashes, Di Sanxi's seal was specially placed in the most obvious position.

Di Sanxi reported that no body of Deng Ming's guard was found, nor any tomb was found. It seemed that Deng Ming's side was not damaged, while the Qing army was full of corpses, and those who were still alive were defeated.

"That highness is really heroic. Twenty people wiped out 800 enemy troops. He won't give us a chance to surrender," Feng Shuangli told Di Sanxi to clean 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 probably will come back to negotiate with him. Although in theory, Feng Shuangli is still imprisoned now, this situation seems to be unable to continue.

But Feng Shuangli miscalculated and Deng Ming did not appear-

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