Boluo returned to the camp and wrote a warrant, ordering his personal soldiers to transfer Zheng Zhilong with the warrant.

Boluo said to his personal soldiers: "Tell Zheng Zhilong that as long as he traps Yongli, Ben Beizi will be his first contribution, and recommend him as the king of the four provinces in front of the emperor."

"Yeah!" The personal soldiers agreed and turned around and wanted to leave.

"Slowly! I recommend him as the king, don't talk about it in front of others." Boro thought about it, but he was still careful.

"Yeah! I understand." The personal soldier nodded understandingly, and saw that he had nothing to say, so he turned around.

Boluo came to the map and looked at the topographic map of Zhangzhou. He thought to himself: "Yongli is here to resolve the siege of Zhangzhou. He should be stationed outside the city, but why did he enter the city? He was surrounded by our army, where would he escape? His only backhand was the navy at the sea. If Zheng Zhilong's navy came, his only backhand would be useless. You know, Zheng Zhilong can dominate the sea."

"It's really unclear why Yongli uses troops so much. It seems that this person is not as good as the legendary person, and he is still a little bit more delicate in using troops."

"If he had any plans, he should have wanted to meet Li Chengdong, rush out of the south gate to the sea, and meet his navy. Well, that's definitely the case."

Boluo knocked on the map with his hand, and then thought: "Zhao Butai has 10,000 soldiers, and the Han army flag occupies 8,000. The power is a little weak. Don't let Yongli break through and escape."

Thinking of this, he sent a command: "Let Tulai and Durd each divide two Niulus to temporarily return to Zhao Butai's command."

"Yeah!"

The messenger went to pass the command, and Boro felt relieved.

...

The next night, at the end of the afternoon, there was no moon in the sky, and it was pitch black outside Zhangzhou City. The Qing army camp was silent, with only four corner towers and candles lit at the camp gate.

The gate of Zhangzhou City quietly opened, and teams of men in black crept out from the four gates.

"Come on, keep up."

In the Ximen Gate, Lin Cha urged the soldier in a low voice. He was also dressed in short clothes, wearing a helmet on his head, a short armor on his upper body, and a quick knife on his waist.

Lin Cha also fought hard, and there was no way if he didn't fight. The emperor refused to increase his troops, and only relied on his 25,000 troops to fight for 50,000 Qing soldiers, and asked four sects to attack at the same time. The fool knew what was going on.

Only by striving for the best and fighting this battle with all your might be able to win back the Sacred Heart.

Therefore, he didn't care about it too much, so he had to put on the battle himself.

Meng Wenjie attacked Zhao Butai, Sun Zhongming attacked Tulai, and Wu Youfang attacked Duld. The three of them led 5,000 troops each, while Ximen Boluo had the most soldiers and the most difficult to fight. Lin Cha left him and led 10,000 troops to command the attack himself.

...

The Ming army held long swords and hung grenades on their waists. The one who led the head was a hundred households named Liu Peng.

He quietly came to the outside of the Qing army camp. Two large lanterns were hung on the gate, illuminating the area of ​​the square garden more than ten meters. Two Qing soldiers on the gate tower held long spears and bows and arrows on their backs, looking around vigilantly.

Seeing that it was only a dozen feet away in front, Liu Peng waved his hand quietly and asked a soldier with a good arm strength to come over: "Blast the gatehouse for me!"

The soldier nodded, took out a grenade from his waist, unscrewed the back cover, pulled the ring, ran forward a few steps, and threw it towards the gatehouse!

"Who?!" The Qing soldiers on the gate tower had already noticed him. While shouting, they took off the bow on their backs. Before they could catch the arrow, they heard a "boom" sound, and the two Qing soldiers flew into the sky, and the gate tower caught fire.

"superior!"

Liu Peng waved his hand, and the Ming army rushed towards the camp gate. When they moved away, the sound of trumpets in the Qing camp came one after another, and the people shouted the horses neighed, and the Qing soldiers began to shout loudly.

"Operation separate!"

Liu Peng had a plan and broke into the Qing camp. The Ming army began to scatter around in an orderly manner, specifically looking for stables and soldiers to rest to throw grenades.

"boom"

"boom"

"boom"

...

Some Qing soldiers were still sleeping, while others were just awakened by the sound of horns. Before they could put on their clothes, they were blown away by the grenades thrown in.

The same is true for stables. The Ming army threw one or two grenades into each stable, and the horse was shocked.

The explosions of grenades came one after another, and the front camp of the Qing soldiers immediately became chaotic. There were frightened horses everywhere, running and ramming. The Qing soldiers who were not killed were frightened by this strange weapon and were so scared that they were all lost.

"Oh, that ummy, my god is angry, thunder is everywhere..."

...

Boro had long been awakened by the thunderstorm in front of the camp. He was dressed neatly and put on his horses. However, when he saw the fires in front of the camp soaring into the sky, he heard people shouting and neighing, and there were also sounds like thunder.

"What's going on?" Boro asked the deputy general behind him in a panic.

He has experienced many battles and has never seen such a situation in the powerful Qing army, nor has he heard the thunder of explosions one after another.

"Bei...Zizi, Ming army...Steal the camp!" Yabu was also shocked and fought with teeth, and his words were not smooth.

"Bastard! Of course, it was the Ming army who stole the camp. What's going on with this thunder?"

"I don't know. I heard the escaped soldiers shouting that God is thundering..."

"What's the thunder? It must be the Ming army firing cannons, which is almost the same as the cannon sound. Hurry, Yabu, the whole team, don't let the defeated soldiers impulse the formation, and all those who run and bump will be killed!" Boluo calmed down and quickly ordered.

"Yeah!" Yabu left as he obeyed the order.

The Qing soldiers who had been killed for a long time had extremely strict military discipline. Yabu led his personal troops to kill several panicked Han flag soldiers, and shot several shocked horses to kill them, and finally stabilized the formation.

"How many people are there?" Boro looked at his soldiers and generals behind him, all riding on the horses, and they were so dark that they couldn't see how many people were.

"Mr. Beizi, there are 2,000 people in the front camp. Even if the entire army is wiped out, our army should have 13,000 people." Yabu replied.

"Hmph! My son Yongli, I don't care what weapon you use. When I meet my Iron Cavalry of the Qing Dynasty, I will still crush you into meat paste!" Boluo thought hatefully.

The loss of two thousand warriors was something that Bolo had never had before. He couldn't help but angrily knocked up and said viciously: "Yabu, kill all these bright dogs for me!"

"Yeah!"

The general is brave, this is true at all. Boro's calmness and coldness made Yabu return to his position and calm down slowly.

"Kill the Dog of Bright!"

Yabu raised the knife in his hand, pointed forward, and ordered loudly.

"Wooah..." The Qing soldiers urged their war horses, unsheathed their swords, rolled their arrows, and rushed towards the front camp with a whistling sound.

The tents and stables were lit up into the sky, making the front camp as bright as day, and the Qing army was illuminated in the dark.

From a distance, I saw a group of Ming troops rushing towards me. The Qing soldiers rode their horses to meet them, shooting arrows at the dense Ming troops.

"Push", "Push", "Push"...

"Ouch……"
Chapter completed!