"Didi, di, di! ......" With the order of Guoxing's charge issued, the sharp suona version of the charge resounded through the four fields.

"Kill!" Hearing the order to attack, Hatan took the lead in the enemy's formation. At close range* is definitely the best killing weapon, and every time a shot is fired, there is a blood mist in front of the commando. The three divisions also carefully controlled the speed of the attack, did not reload ammunition, and tried to kill the enemy with firearms. Like their commander, Hatan's men took up the trick after two shots, and rushed with a large blade. However, the fleeing bandits could no longer threaten them, and one by one the minions took a fatal blow in the back during the escape. There are also a few brave men who tried to resist in vain, but Hatan's strong men, whose legs were thicker than their waists, and they were not fed enough and lacked strength, and they died under the knife of Hatan and other villains.

In order to maintain the formation, although it was called a charge, the second company was actually still walking in unison. The cavalry had no scruples, and the distance of more than a mile allowed them to complete a jogging to sprint acceleration. The phalanx of more than seventy cavalrymen, like a quick knife cutting into blood tofu, split the bandits' camp without appreciation.

The masters of the first row headed by Mu Shun took the lead in opening the way with a horse lance, and Guo Xing'a even saw Mu Shun pick up a corpse five meters away. The cavalrymen in the next few rows were not good at martial arts, but they were also slashing and killing with sabers. They don't even need to chop, as long as they hold their sabers flat, the galloping horses can pick up a piece of head as they rush through the crowd. Although the number of more than seventy cavalry was not much, it swept through the enemy line like a gust of wind, leaving only a bloody alley.

Feng Sheng'a's second company did not charge in a stunned manner, but divided into two parts, constantly shooting alternately on both sides of the bandit camp, driving the already scattered crowd to continue to run. There were only 128 men, and there was a faint tendency to surround the enemy troops from two directions.

Mu Shun's vision and ability were not inferior to Fengsheng'a, and after rushing through the enemy formation, he also divided the cavalry into two parts and began to outflank the enemy, using the power of the war horse to begin to drive the ant-like enemy back. The minions and hungry people had been completely dispersed, and they just wanted to find a direction where there was no one to flee for their lives, and in the face of the drive of thirty cavalrymen, they also obediently retreated. The people who were already six gods and no masters did not expect that their number was more than ten times that of the other party. Not only did they give up the belief in fighting, but they also gave up the courage to take risks, and they were driven away like lambs. Later, Fengsheng Ah chased after him, Mu Shun intercepted in front, and Hatan blossomed, and the bandits and hungry people became outright turtles in the urn.

"Fuquan, order all the departments to shout in unison, and those who abandon their weapons and surrender will not die!" Goxinga fought a big battle for the first time, and there was an indescribable satisfaction.

"Those who abandon their weapons and surrender will not die!"

"Those who abandon their weapons and surrender will not die!"

"Abandon your arms and surrender to the ......" With Goxinga's order, all the departments shouted the slogan of surrender. After all, except for Hatan, whose brain has burned to nearly forty degrees, everyone knows that it is too much work to kill these nearly 1,000 people.

Mu Shun, who was quite chivalrous, even sent several cavalrymen to shuttle through the rout with red-edged blue dragon flags, loudly repeating the order that those who surrendered should not die. The quite capable Fengsheng'a and Mu Shun also consciously made up for the loopholes in Guoxing's order, and began to shrink the encirclement, compressing the remnants of the enemy into a ball. After all, his own troops are insufficient, and the remnants of the enemy surrounded by thousands of people are somewhat stretched. It is a trivial matter for some elves to escape through the gaps. In the event of a sudden outbreak of the remnants of the enemy, it would be dangerous if the forces were too weak.

Among the bandits and hungry people, there are many good men, and good men do not suffer immediate losses. As soon as the cavalry slipped around, the heroes obediently threw down their weapons and waited for fate to arrange it. There were more than 700 people tightly encircled, and although not to the extent of being crowded, one or two companies were enough to surround them.

"My lord, there are too many bandits, it's not appropriate!" Looking at the densely packed human heads, Feng Sheng's heart began to drum. The remnants of the enemy were surrounded, but the distance between the second company and the enemy was gone. In case someone attacks, even if one shot is one, one hundred and twenty-eight bayonets in the back against six hundred pairs of fists are unpredictable!

"Let them hand over their belts, kneel on the ground, and hold their heads in their hands!" Kneeling with his head in his hands is what Guo Xing'a learned from Hollywood movies, and confiscating the belt is indeed the wisdom of the Chinese people.

"Belt?" Feng Sheng's Ah is not surprised to kneel on the ground, if you defeat you, you have to admit your guilt, Lao Tzu is an official army. What does a tuckable belt mean?

"Seven hundred people are fighting hard with you, are you afraid?" Goxinga was very in the mood to start inspiring Fengsheng.

"I'm afraid!" That's what Feng Sheng's worries about.

"Seven hundred people are carrying pants and fighting with you, are you still afraid?" The image of seven hundred butts flashed through Goxinga's mind.

"Poof! …… Uh, uh! Whew! Adult Takami! Feng Sheng, who had always been serious, was also amused by the seven hundred people with trousers. Feng Sheng'a has really seen this picture, but there are not seven hundred, only three. It was when Feng Sheng'a was a child, and he was naughty and threw a firecracker into the bathhouse, and then there were three people with hot pants on their heads looking for him desperately.

After the order to seize the belt was given, there was a commotion in the camp of the remnants, but in the end, in front of the bright bayonets, the remnants were once again heroes. Belts were thrown out of the crowd, and a few people who wanted to be clever were caught. Kneel on the ground and hold your head with both hands, you can't drop other people's pants, and the pants you cross over are elastic! One catches one accurately.

"Uncle Sai, hurry up and arrange for the miscellaneous team to clean up the battlefield. The number of prisoners is a bit large, so hurry up and find a way to tie them all up, don't give them a chance to stir up trouble! Looking at the dense captives, Guo Xing'a also trembled a little, and felt that it was safe to tie up.

"Huh! The next official will go ......" Before Saishan's words were finished, there was a commotion not far away.

"It's this kid, he resisted just now!" One of the commandos was trying to drag a captive with trousers out of the crowd.

"Pull him out!" Guiwu didn't know when he left Guo Xing's side, and was sitting on his horse with a Daguan knife.

The unlucky guy who was dragged out wanted to justify something, but Guiwu had already rushed towards him. He instinctively turned around and wanted to run, but he delayed the speed by lifting his pants, and was caught up by Guiwu from behind, and the knife was swung into two sections with a single sword. The war horse rushed out again for a while, and the horse came back, and the horizontal knife immediately stroked his beard and laughed.

"One more!" Guiwu is obviously still unsatisfied.

There was a commotion among the captives, but no one dared to resist, and soon a thin man was dragged out. Guiwu led the horse to slip around again and widen the distance, and then rushed over with a horizontal sword. The man didn't know whether he accepted his fate, or was so frightened that he didn't dare to move, but he just stood dumbly with his pants on. However, Guiwu miscalculated the distance with his knife this time, and the blade slashed against the back of the man's head, and when Guiwu wanted to adjust it again, it was too late for the war horse to run away.

"Let's get another one!" Guiwu pouted.

A few more people were dragged out one after another, and the fateful false alarm was put back again, and the luck was almost inevitable to be in a different place. The captives looked at everything in front of them with empty eyes, as if it was all arranged by fate, and none of them tried to resist. And after discovering that the flagmen only caught the people who resisted just now, most of them actually relaxed, watching Guiwu gallop back and forth and cut off the heads one by one.

Guo Xing'a saw Guiwu wantonly killing the captives, his heart almost rose to his throat, and he stared at the captives with good eyes, for fear that the captives would break out, and even forgot to stop Guiwu. After Guiwu had already killed four or five people in a row, the captives calmed down, and even the targets that were dragged out stood stunned and waited for the choice of fate.

"It's going to be fine!" Guo Xinga doesn't know how to play anymore, and I always feel that if I am at this time, I will definitely fight.

"Don't worry, adults, kill a few thorns to make a decision, if you don't kill it, it's easy to make trouble. Guiwu is a veteran, he has killed and released, and after a few more times, these eight lambs will be more honest than their grandsons. When Guiwu was young, his skills were no worse than Mu Shun, and he couldn't cut it when he stood there, so he just left a thought for these eight lambs. "Saishana and Guo Xing'a cooperate well, and you can see Guo Xing's worry at a glance.

"I'm going for a walk, too!" Xiande can be said to be old-hearted, and when he saw his martial arts, he was itchy for a while.

Xiande's own horse lance was confiscated by Guo Xing'a and distributed to the cavalry, and the old man picked a spear from the weapons collected by the miscellaneous team, and joined the killing game of Guiwu on horseback. Obviously, the degree of depravity of the garrison of the Eight Banners is not comparable to that of the Beijing Banner, and it still retains some of the bravery and martial arts of its ancestors. Xiande and Guiwu are both in their sixties, and they are still neat at galloping on horses, and Xiande's spear makes it much more fancy than Guiwu's Guan Dao. Not only can he pick people up to five meters away with one shot, but he can also only pick up clothes without hurting people, which can be called a master.

"Go back to your lordship, take the captive!" Fuquan selected a few good-looking captives for Guo Xing'a to interrogate.

"Hmmm! What's your name? Goxinga sat on his horse and looked at the captive in front of him. He is not very old, and he is relatively well dressed. Although he was wearing pants, his white face looked more like a showman than a bandit.

"Back to the young master, the villain's name is Wu Xiuming!" Wu Xiuming saw that Guo Xing'a was too young, and it was estimated that the son of the adult came out.

"Don't be rude, this is our Lord!" Fuquan directly faced Wu Xiuming's back is one*.

"The villain is guilty, and he doesn't know Taishan with eyes! Forgive me! Wu Xiuming knelt on the ground and begged for mercy again and again.

"Forget it! I see you like a literate person, how did you become a bandit? Goxinga waved his hand to stop Fuquan.

"Back to the adult, the villain was originally an apprentice in a pharmacy. The gang ransacked the village and town, and the villain was dragged in. The villain lost himself from the thief in order to save his life, and the villain still wants to be a kind citizen in his heart, and he begs the adults to learn from it! Wu Xiuming called out a few times before he realized that the group of people in front of him were officials and soldiers.

"What are you doing in this gang of bandits? Don't say you're a minion! Your clothes are exposed? "Guo Xing'a doesn't like Wu Xiuming's slug very much.

"Back to the adult, the villain is an apprentice in the pharmacy, and he is familiar with some medical science, and this gang of bandits kidnapped the villain and asked the villain to be a man and treat them with illness." Wu Xiuming found that Guo Xing'a was not stern, and raised his head a little.

"How many bandits are in this group, and are there any accomplices?" Guo Xing'a also knew that Langzhong was basically the person around the leader in these years, and he must know more.

"If you go back to your lordship, these bandits are from Huaibei, and there are no accomplices to answer them. But the number of people, the villain really doesn't know! Wu Xiuming couldn't answer the question, for fear that Guo Xing would kill him.

"How could you not know?" Guo Xing'a also wanted to intimidate Wu Xiuming, so he deliberately raised the tone.

"Lord Hui, there are only more than 100 people in this gang of bandits, and the others are hungry people who are coerced along the way. Looting all the way, more than 100 people were entrapped in the big village, and more than a dozen people were coerced in the small village, but no one really knew the specific number. The villain privately guessed that there were always more than a thousand people. Wu Xiuming can be said to know everything.

"Then after the defeat the day before yesterday, why didn't these bandits retreat, nor attack, and rely on blocking here?" Guoxinga wondered why these bandits blocked the door.

"Lord Hui, after the defeat of the bandits the day before yesterday, I was afraid of the might of the officials and the army and did not dare to attack again. But several leaders are still greedy for the grain, grass, gold and silver in the village, so they have been thinking of tricks and vain attempts to plot against adults. Wu Xiuming actually didn't know that it was the official army on the other side until he was escorted to Guo Xing'a.

"He's been here all the time, why is he?" Guo Xing'a understood Wu Xiuming's words, but he still didn't know what the purpose of the bandits was to block the door.

"Back to my lord, the bandit leader's words are a little disrespectful, and the villain doesn't dare to talk nonsense." Wu Xiuming knows some evasion.

"It's okay, just as he said!" Guo Xing didn't care about those vanities.

"My lord's forgiveness, the bandit leader said that he was afraid that the adult would run away, so he blocked the entrance of the village to watch you first, and slowly found a way to clean you up!" Wu Xiuming was also apprehensive when he said it.

"I'll go!" Goxinga really couldn't imagine that the bandits were so outrageous.

In fact, it is also that Guoxinga has not yet been able to integrate into the era, and the superiority of more than twice the strength of this era can definitely give the bandits confidence. A thousand thugs in the United States or Europe would never dare to fight against 300 musketeers, but this is often the case in China. The remnants of the Qing army's muskets and almost equal to zero training made the muskets have no absolute advantage in the face of slices and knives, and they dare to come up with rakes, hoes, and dung forks.

Guo Xing'a sent Wu Xiuming away, and began to look around aimlessly, after all, there was nothing for him on the battlefield. The battle is over, most of the bandits have surrendered, and the others have long since disappeared. The second company and the commando team were guarding the prisoners, the cavalry was searching the battlefield for the remnants of the enemy who were pretending to be dead or hiding, and the miscellaneous team was cleaning up the battlefield, everything was in order.

"My lord, you can try your hand too!" Guiwu, who had already played with a sweat, drove his horse to the front of Guoxinga.

"Me?" Goxinga didn't think about killing the captives at all.

"My lord, try it! It's very fun, it's completely different from killing enemies in steps! Look at the lower officials! Seeing that Guo Xing'a was surprised, Saishan'a also persuaded him, and even rushed over. Pulled out his waist knife and cut off the head of one of the prisoners chosen by Xiande.

"My lord, try it!" Fu Quan saw that several Xiao Riding School were killing happily, and he was enthusiastic and persuaded for a while.

"Then try it, Fuquan go pick one!" It seems that I went to sing KTV with my friends, and I saw that everyone else was singing happily, and I didn't take a microphone, and I also had the idea of trying it.

"Quick! Lord Saling-sama tries the knife and picks a decent one! "Fuquan drove his horse to the place where the commandos picked the prisoners, and of course he would not pick people himself.

"Whoa, whoa!" Hearing that Lord Zuo Ling personally tried the knife, several commandos hurriedly picked a big man out and escorted him to the field.

"Clear the corpses, don't trip over the horses' hooves!" Fuquan admonished.

"Huh! Whew! A few of them dragged the corpses on the field aside.

Guo Xing'a, who had already pulled out the Yanling knife and moved his shoulder, saw that Fuquan and the others were ready, and didn't say much, so he raised the knife and rushed directly to the target. The war horse swept past the captives like a wind, and when Guo Xing'a just wanted to swing the knife, he felt as if something was hanging on the blade. couldn't react for a while, the war horse had already run a long way, and Guo Xing'a was trying to find an excuse to save face for himself, but there was already a cheer behind him.

"Good! Lord-sama has good knife skills! ”

"Good knife technique, good adults!"

"Good ......"

It turned out that Guo Xing'a didn't swing the knife just now, but the Yanling knife he was holding had already hung on the prisoner's neck. The speed of the war horse caused the neck to be cut off like a blade of dead grass, and a head had been rolling in the dust for a long time.

"My lord, one more!" Xiande also rushed to join in.

"Fuquan, this one is taller, pick a shorter one!" Guo Xinga really wants to experience the feeling of wielding a knife, after all, you have to wield a knife in the movie.

"Be quick, pick a shorter one. You're stupid! This animal is shorter than a horse, how tired the adults are, find one as tall as the horse, hurry! Fu Quan reprimanded the commando flagmen.

"Big old man......" The flagmen picked a young man with a good figure, but a dark and thin man wanted to come up and stop him. Fu Quan was in a hurry, and the one who had time to listen to his nonsense, the black and thin man was kicked in the face by Qiding before he finished speaking.

Guo Xing'a used a knife to measure the top of the young man's head, and felt that the height of the person he picked this time was just right, so he circled the horse and opened the distance, and rushed up again. Just as Goxinga approached the boy and just raised the knife, a black and thin figure suddenly rushed out of the pile of captives and threw down the boy in front of Goxinga's horse. Guoxing Awan didn't expect this to happen, instinctively pulled the reins, and the whole person of the war horse stood up before it stopped.

"You're looking for death!" It's like driving a car and shaking people, of course Guo Xinga doesn't have a good temper.

Before the commando team could react, Fu Quan had already taken a few people from the guard squad and firmly pressed the black and thin man to the ground.

"Let him talk!" Goxinga was eager to hear the last words of the hero who stopped the horse.

"Big master, the villain's younger brother is too bad, and the villain is afraid that he will dirty the big man's knife!" The thin black man howled, his face covered with nosebleeds from being knocked down by the guard squad.

Guo Xing'a didn't speak, but looked at the black and thin man like an idiot.

"Adult, the villain has strong bones, and the villain will test the knife for the adult!" The thin black man cried.

"I want a short one!" The words of Goxinga seemed to be squeezed out between the teeth.

"The villain can be short, the villain can face the blade of the big man, absolutely satisfy the big man, beg the big man to spare the villain's brother!" The thin black man was hoarse.

"Let him go!" Guo Xing'a suddenly felt that something was wrong there, and his heart was sour.

"Master Xie! Being able to test the knife for the eldest master is really a blessing that the villain has cultivated for eight lifetimes! The thin black man knelt on the ground and kowtowed.

"Brother, don't ...... ......" The young man also cried, hugging the black and thin man and unable to say a complete sentence.

"Get out! Go back! Don't delay the old man to try the knife! Get lost! The thin black man kicked the boy a few times.

"Brother! ......" The young man grabbed the corner of the black and thin man's clothes.

"Get out of here!" The thin black man desperately wanted to push the boy away.

"Hmm!" Fuquan cleared his throat, and he was also a little uncomfortable.

"Don't worry, the military master, he will get out immediately, get out immediately!" The thin black man turned to Fu Quan and immediately changed his flattering smile.

Guo Xing'a put away the Yanling knife, and he finally realized that something was wrong there. What are you doing? Kill for fun! It doesn't start with the drawing of the knife, but from the killing of the captives by Guiwu. Seeing Guiwu kill the captives, what he was most concerned about was not human life, but whether the captives would resist. When he knew that killing people could deter prisoners, instead of thinking about human life, he admired Guiwu's sword skills like watching a play. In the end, he also picked up a knife and started a game of killing for fun.

"If you don't have a good hand, change to a shorter one!" Saying such a thing, is this person still himself? Still human?

Looking at the corpse that had just been cut off by himself, Guo Xing's heart was as uncomfortable as pressing a stone, how did he become a demon who killed people for fun.