The vermilion, silver-white spears around them were getting closer and closer, suppressing the movable range of the Bayala Tartar soldier smaller and smaller.

This Tartar has fought many battles, many of which are life-and-death battles, often fighting with Ming, but at this time they are angry and screaming.

Obviously, this is the first time that this Tartar has encountered such a reckless tactic, obviously because these Ming troops have an absolute advantage in numbers, and the leaders of the troops did not dare to let go of the fight, but surrounded themselves with a spear array.

Even if it was surrounded, the surrounding Ming troops did not dare to come forward to face each other, but just rushed towards themselves with the tip of their guns.

"Summons the order to Huang Yang and Dong Youyin, don't kill all those who escaped, leave a few alive, there can never be only so many Tartars."

Wang Zheng glanced at the Baya Tartar who was still looking at him, hating to eat him alive, and ordered very calmly.

Several pro-soldiers with sharp legs and feet clenched their fists and trotted out to chase them out.

This Tartar is very brave, Wen Dengbing surrounded him in a gun array, still trying to rush left and right, constantly laughing arrogantly, arrogantly shouting some Jurchen words that the soldiers could not understand at all.

It seemed that the soldiers were still a little afraid of this tartar, and seeing this, Wang Zheng took the steel knife in his hand and crossed the gun array, and steadily walked towards the white-armored Baya Tartar soldiers.

Seeing that the general of the Ming army actually walked towards him, this Tartar was even more crazy, in the traditional tribe of the Jurchens, taking the head of the main general in the enemy formation, that was the highest glory.

It is even enough for an ordinary flag man to rise straight to the top of Niu Lu Ezhen, and he will be crowned with the title of Baturu for the rest of his life, for such glory, not to mention the Tartars of this Bayala camp, all the Tartars will go crazy.

But this tartar has long been exhausted, although the face is fierce and full of momentum, but the knife that swings out has lost its strength.

Wang Zheng was full of energy, but he just raised the knife and put it in front of him slightly, and then swallowed the steel knife of the Tartar in one fell swoop.

The Tartars of the Bayala camp, all heavily armed, with their ring-headed knives being snorted, turned around and drew a steel tiger spear, roaring and rushing towards the king.

Perhaps it was the first time he encountered this kind of Jedi besieged on all sides, and this Baya Tartar was obviously a little flustered, making the most basic mistake in fighting, and the only strength he had was used to hold the barrel of the gun, bent on stabbing Wang Zheng to death.

Wang Zheng glanced out of the corner of his eye, flashed sideways slightly, and then roared.

"Kill!"

The steel knife in his hand slashed towards the Tartar with a harsh wind, and the Tartar reacted very quickly, subconsciously raising the tiger gun to parry, but he saw the corner of the mouth of the Ming General in front of him.

"Not good!"

Tartar was shocked, but it was too late.

The sword in Wang Zheng's hand thundered and rained, but the real attack was on the foot that was difficult for everyone to notice, and at the same time that the Tartar raised the tiger spear, the entire chest and lower plate were almost completely withdrawn and completely opened.

How could Wang Zheng let go of such a good opportunity, raised his strength, and kicked on the breastplate of the Tartar with a bang, this powerful blow made the Tartar stand unsteadily, rubbed back a few steps, and fell to the ground.

When he got up, Wang Zheng's steel knife was already on his neck.

"Good!"

"The general is mighty!"

"Dog's Tatar, see if you're a cow!"

Wang Zheng looked at the immobile Baya soldiers, and the surrounding Wendeng soldiers were already cheering at this moment.

For them, the fight that took less than half a cup of tea was simply too thrilling, Wang Zheng was unusually calm, and he pressed the Tartar almost everywhere to fight, as if he even expected what the Tartar would do next.

"Whoa!"

The Tatars spoke the Jurchen language, and no one could understand it.

However, everyone looked over, and the tone of this Tartar's speech was obviously very unconvinced, if it wasn't for the dazzling spear tip and knife handle, he would definitely have to jump up and continue to fight.

It's no wonder that he is not convinced, the Tartars of the Bayala camp have been in battle for a long time, and if they are in their heyday, they will not be so easily dealt with by themselves.

This Tartar was already exhausted when he fought with him, and there were dense spears around him, and he was bent on quickly resolving the battle, and he made frequent mistakes, and no one would calmly compete with the king.

However, Wang Zheng's purpose has been achieved, and the surrounding Wen Dengbing's eyes looking at this tartar no longer have much fear, and most of them seem to be looking at a clown.

"Tartar, not a single one can be left."

Wang Zheng looked directly into the eyes of this tartar and said such a sentence coldly.

After finishing speaking, Wen Dengbing had no worries and swarmed up, and soon, the Tartar was poked in the head and bled out, and he fell unwillingly in a pool of blood.

"General, Mr. Dong Qian and Mr. Huang Qian are back, and they have caught a few alive!"

At this time, the soldiers who had gone out to give the order had also returned, and their excited shouts could be heard from afar.

Dong Youyin captured three alive and Huang Yang captured two alive, but looking at these five people who were held on the ground and didn't dare to come out, they didn't look like Jurchen Tartars who died in the gun array.

The other soldiers were also puzzled, these people were not much worse than those brave Tartars in terms of body and momentum, but they didn't look like Han people, what was it?

The statistics came out quickly, this time five Tartars were killed, and the rest of the people were killed by the two sentinels who were chasing except for the five who were captured, and none of the dozens of people escaped.

However, Wang Zheng was not happy, the Tartars were really fatal when they fought, and it was in this situation of absolute superiority that the Wendeng battalion actually killed one and slightly injured six.

"Send the wounded to the Zhuangzi in the back for treatment, they can't go into battle anymore."

"Sacrifice the body of this warrior, temporarily gather in Zhuangzi, and when the army returns, let's take him home!"

After Wang Zheng said this, the atmosphere around him was suddenly depressed, and many people looked at these five unknown people.

It's not an exaggeration to chop up these murderous tartars and feed them to the dogs!

Dong Youyin was short-tempered, and directly picked up one and kicked one on all fours.

"Adults, adults leave a way for the small ones to live, and the little ones know everything."

It may be that Dong Youyin was too rude to scare these people, and one of the people who looked like a general actually spoke Chinese in a low voice.

The king suddenly raised his hand and motioned to bring him over.

"Where are you from?"

This person cautiously glanced at Dong Youyin and the others who were glaring at him angrily, and lay on the ground and whispered everything he knew.

It turned out that these Tartars who rushed to the forefront were indeed the Jianzhou Jurchens, and the one with the most powerful combat power in white armor was really a member of the Bayala battalion.

These Tartars were all generals of the Qing army, and they were the subordinates of the spare Bel Abatai.

However, the Bayala soldiers were not the leaders of the five Tartars, and their leader had been shot in the skull during the first round of birdfire and died instantly.

It is said that this Bayala soldier who was subdued by Wang Zheng was once Rao Yu Bel Abatai's personal soldier before, and he experienced no less than 100 battles in Liaodong.

This time he crossed the sea to Shandong, and he also volunteered to come, not wanting this Tartar who followed Abatai across Liaodong to die at the hands of Wendeng Ying.

It's really a thing for a thing.