Prodigal Son of the Ming Dynasty

  Chapter 540 Surprise attack

  The entire flying team has entered a tense state.

  The order has been communicated.

  These recruited team members usually eat and drink well, and practice in Xishan every day. If they say they are not nervous, they are lying.

  They began to keep their destination in mind. After the order was issued, they held a map in their hands and kept correcting their positions with a compass.

   Once the fly **** are in the air, it's up to the people on each fly ball to ask for their own blessings.

  Even... If you are not careful, the flying ball may be directly blown off course by the turbulence. Once this happens, the fuel will run out, which will be a dire consequence.

  So they began to silently write down everything to pay attention to.

  Most of them are scholars. Although they don’t have fame, they still have the ability to barely read and write. Shen Wen and Yang Biao treat them well, and they also know in their hearts what their mission is.

   Gradually, it got dark.

  Night...no wind.

  The stars in the sky are all over the sky, shining brightly.

  Even though the sky is full of stars, the moonlight is a bit miserable.

   Immediately afterwards, the balloons began to untie their cables and began to fly.

  After the countless balloons slowly soared into the sky, they continued to rise and began to enter the predetermined air layer. What was left on the ground was just a little bit of star-like fire.

  Shen Ao and Yang Biao have also put on goggles.

  Although Yang Biao doesn't like goggles, he is now the official of the flying team. Because of this, he pays special attention to his image. In order to set an example, he still needs to wear the goggles.

The two checked the military supplies in the rattan basket. There was food and spare fuel. In case of an accident, the bedding prepared when they had to make an emergency landing, and the safety belt tied to the rattan basket. Sitting easily in the rattan basket, using this rope to completely tie himself to the rattan basket, the thick quilt can cover his whole body.

  These are all lessons accumulated with blood and sweat after taking off again and again.

   Of course, there is a compass, a map, and even a salute as a signal. The main combat orders are confirmed through the fireworks of these fireworks.

Among them, there are a large number of glass bottles. These bottles made from the glass workshop are as thick as a human arm, filled with liquid, and the bottle mouths are tightly closed with wooden stoppers and wax oil. Inside the liquid, many iron nails were clearly visible.

   There are more than a hundred such bottles in a flying ball, and they are all fixed with wooden boxes. They occupy almost half of the entire rattan basket.

  Yang Biao and Shen Ao, old partners, were naturally in a flying ball. After all the flying **** were vacated, they also ordered to untie the cable.

   The fly ball that loses the pull of the ground cable starts flying.

Yang Biao whistled, looked at the stars in the sky, and hummed happily: "Night is good. It is too easy to identify the targets on the ground at night. There are countless bonfires in the camp of the Tatars. You just need to look for them. When you get to the campfire, you can confirm the direction. On the other hand, it is daytime. We have so many flying balls, so it is easy to be exposed. In broad daylight, although the ground can be seen with eyesight, but...compared to being so conspicuous at night, it is more troublesome. gone."

   As he spoke, he had already flown the balloon to the designated airflow layer.

  The airflow here blows the wind from south to north.

  The flying ball drifted quickly towards the north without hesitation.

  Yang Biao fixed the firepower of the kerosene tank, fixed the balloon in the flow layer, then sat in the rattan basket, took out the beef jerky from the pouch, and ate happily.

Shen Ao was standing, letting the strong wind blow his long hair and the skirt of his clothes, in the goggles, under the same sky in front of him, countless fire lights were flickering, sixty balloons, all headed north drift.

  Yang Biao saw Shen Ao standing silently, as if he had something on his mind, so he couldn't help but speak.

   "Are you hungry, do you want some jerky?"

   "Don't eat." Shen Ao shook his head, he pressed the long sword on his waist, turned to look at Yang Biao: "Old Yang..."

   "What?" Seeing that he hesitated to speak, Yang Biao couldn't help asking Shen Ao: "What do you want to say?"

   "You said, is our surprise attack effective?" Shen Ao was a little skeptical. This was the first time he launched an attack, and he had been thinking about this question all the time.

   To be honest, he felt a little uneasy. This was a tactic he had never tried before, so he was worried and even more uneasy.

Yang Biao didn't have Shen Ao's thoughts, but said with a smile: "What do you want to do, my mother said, what benefactor said, let's do it, you scholars like to think a lot, what do you think? There's nothing to think about, we're all in the air, so let's do it."

  Shen Ao's eyes were shining brightly, and he couldn't help but also smiled: "What you said makes sense, sometimes, I should really learn from you, and think less about things in my heart."

Yang Biao sighed, and sighed: "This is different. You are a scholar. A scholar should think about things. If a scholar doesn't think about things, that would be a terrible thing. But I am different, I am a vulgar person , in my life, I have listened to my benefactor first, my mother second, and other things, I don’t recognize the emperor’s father coming. Do you know why not?”

   "Why?" Shen Ao has long been accustomed to this guy's carelessness.

Yang Biao rested his hands on his head comfortably, looked at the night sky, and said solemnly: "Because I can't tell what kind of people other people are. Will they harm me? Will they kill me?" I am a gunman, these things, my brain is so dull, I can't understand. But in this world, only my mother and benefactor will not harm me. Whatever they tell me to do must be for my own good, so... I only listen to them, You can't go wrong."

  Shen Ao smiled: "No, you are the real smart person."

Yang Biao lowered his head and ate the jerky: "This time, if I fail, I won't be ashamed to see my benefactor. After I go back, I will honestly go to Xishan to mine; As for me, I asked me to knit a sweater and bring it to him. My mother said that one should remember kindness. Without a benefactor, there would be no life for the two of us. The weather is cold now, and benefactor is young. You can still grow longer, but don’t freeze to death.”

  …

  Dozens of flying **** have crossed the Datong pass and continue to the north.

   Immediately, Yang Biao stood up, and the approximate direction had arrived. He took off the goggles, took out the binoculars, and began to look for the target.

  Near him, balloons squirmed slowly, as if they were all in unison, looking for targets on the ground.

   "Northeast corner!" On the other side, Shen Ao said excitedly.

  Yang Biao immediately looked to the northeast corner.

  He got excited.

  There... Faintly, you can see the continuous bonfires flickering in the narrow and long valley among the undulating mountains, like the stars in the night sky are connected into one piece.

   "That's right there!" Yang Biao said excitedly, "To the northeast."

  Holding the compass, he continuously increased and decreased the dye, looking for the airflow layer in the direction of the campfire, and finally, the flying ball slowly went in that direction.

  Dozens of flying balls, silently, towards the same target, like ghosts in the sky.

Yang Biao's face became serious. At this time, they had already begun to hover above the canyon. Below their feet, there were camps stretching for miles. Countless tents were connected together. On the ground, there were hundreds of bonfires. The sky looked like stars.

   "I found you, I want to kill you." Yang Biao laughed.

  Shen Ao stared at Yang Biao, and asked seriously: "Do it?"

  Yang Biao laughed, very happily: "Wait a minute, let me turn on the water first. Damn it, I can't hold back my urine when I'm nervous. I don't know if I'm sick. I need to see a doctor."

  He put the water happily.

   And under these flying balls.

   Tens of thousands of troops are stationed here.

  The Tatars set up camp, and there was almost no protection except for fences around the camp and horse pens.

   After all, what they are facing is the Ming army that cannot shrink in the pass. In the desert, they are basically natural enemies.

  So the vast majority of people, at this time, are already sound asleep.

  The Tatar warriors who were on duty at night just walked around on horseback casually. The weather at night was extremely biting. They stomped their feet, or found a place near the campfire, and just lay down for a while.

Chaolu is a member of the golden tent. His father is the personal guard under the tent of the Great Khan. Although he is only thirteen years old, Tatars grew up on horseback when they were young, so they are older. At the age of ten, he was able to draw a bow. At the age of thirteen, he was at the age of expedition. In the words of Da Khan, a person of his age can completely face three or four Ming armies. officers and soldiers.

  He is full of excitement for this southern expedition, but he is young, and he will not participate in the siege of Datong tomorrow, so it is his turn to watch the night.

  He loves looking at the stars.

  There are many stars in the sky.

  But today, there are extraordinarily many.

   I don't know if it was because the night wind blew away a dark cloud.

   On top of his head, there were suddenly many stars. These stars were big and small, and compared with other stars, they were a little different.

  He was wrapped in animal skins, perhaps because he couldn't bear the cold wind, stomping his feet, thinking in his heart, this star is so close to the ground, could it be that the stars of the southern people are so close to the ground?

It is a pity that I will not be able to participate in the siege tomorrow. My father said that those who enter the customs first will have the right to dispose of women and children in the city. At that time, I will have women. Not only that, the rice from the south is very good To eat, there are iron pots and tea leaves. The heads of the southerners, like sheep, fall off easily as soon as they are pushed along the back of the neck.

   Chaolu felt a great loss in his heart, but unfortunately, he could not enter the city first, otherwise, he would have to cut off the heads of a few southerners with his own hands. Only in this way can he become a real man.

  (end of this chapter)