Prodigal Son of the Ming Dynasty

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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, and after the order was issued, they held a map in their hands and kept correcting their positions with a compass.

Once the fly balls are in the air, it's up to the people on each fly ball to ask for their 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 have no 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.

The night... was windless.

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.

Countless balloons slowly soared into the air, then continued to rise, and began to enter the predetermined air layer, leaving the ground with only a little bit of light like stars.

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 also 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 of 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 balls were vacated, they also ordered to untie the cable.

The fly ball, having lost the tug of the ground cable, began to soar into the air.

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. Not only are we easily exposed, but in broad daylight, although the ground can be seen with eyesight, but...compared to being so conspicuous at night, it is troublesome. too much."

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 quickly drifted towards the north without hesitation.

Yang Biao fixed the firepower of the kerosene tank, fixed the balloon on 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.

Seeing Shen Ao standing silently, Yang Biao seemed to have 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 held down the long sword on his waist, and stared back 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?"

"Tell me, 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 was a little apprehensive. This was a tactic he had never tried before, so he was worried and even a little bit 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 comfortably on his head, looked at the night sky, and said solemnly: "Because

I can't tell what kind of person other people are. Will they harm me, will they use me as a weapon, these things, my brain is numb, 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 just listen to them, and I won't be 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.”

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Dozens of flying balls have crossed the Datong Pass and continued northward.

Immediately, Yang Biao stood up, and the approximate position had arrived. He took off the goggles, took out the binoculars, and started looking 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 gets excited.

There... Faintly, one 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, and found the airflow layer in the direction of the campfire. Finally, the flying ball slowly went in that direction.

Dozens of flying balls moved towards the same target silently, 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.

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

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

Yang Biao smiled, very happily: "Wait a minute, I'll 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 be shrunk in the pass. In the desert, they are natural enemies.

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

The Tatar warriors on duty at night just rode horses and walked around casually. The weather at night was particularly bitter. 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 very excited about 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 to look at the stars.

There are many stars in the sky.

But today, there are many more.

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

On the top of my head, there are suddenly many stars, these stars are big and small, and compared with other stars, they are a little different.

Wrapped in animal skins, perhaps because he couldn't stand the cold wind, he stomped 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 head of the southerner is like a sheep, and it will fall off easily as soon as you apply force along the back of the neck.

In Chaolu's heart, there was a great loss, 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.

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