"Kill ......"

Two spear arrays behind him erupted into a loud roar at the same time. Under the command of Wei Zheng, the flat-ended spear, forming a forest of guns in front, pressed towards the Tartar step by step.

The spear platoon dozens of paces away from the guard marched in the opposite direction, although the loss of soldiers was almost a ten. However, in order to echo the two spear platoons behind Wei Zheng, they were not far behind and let out two loud roars.

"Kill... Kill... Kill...."

Under the strong pressure of a loud cry of killing, the already chaotic Tartar can already be described as 'chaos', and many people even have heartfelt frightened expressions on their faces...

After all, the Tartars have not undergone much military training, and they are still a people who have not been fully civilized. When fighting a smooth battle, everyone will gather around their commander and fight to the end.

However, once they lose the battle, the self-preservation of the nomads will prevail over military discipline. At this time, the only thing the Tartar thought about was how to escape the enemy's pursuit and escape with his life, instead of continuing the battle.

Just when the chaotic Tartar began to wonder whether to rush into the dense forest on both sides of the mountain road and escape. The two spear formations that Wei Zheng personally commanded were already less than five steps away from them.

At this time, even if the Tartars want to run, they don't have a chance...

The only remaining ironclad soldier in the Tartars raised a mace and roared loudly with pretended composure.

"Warriors, there is only one way in front of us now, fight to the death....now I order you, fight with the Han people, and die not to be cowards....kill..."

It was clear that this Tartar ironclad wanted to make a final death throe.

However, the pikemen who had already rushed in front of him were clearly not ready to give him this opportunity.

Wearing iron armor, he had just appeared in front of the spear array with a big sword in his hand, and a loud shout came out of Wei Zheng's mouth.

"The spear formation is the first, take a step forward and stab...... Kill..."

"Kill....", after a loud roar came out of everyone's mouths, ten spears stabbed at their targets at the same time with the sound of the wind.

"Snort..."

The sound of a string of spears entering flesh resounded on the battlefield, and the faces of the three Tartars, including the Tartar ironcladers, were immediately covered in despair.

The eyes that were still full of life just now also dimmed.

"Bang....bang...."After the weapons held high in the hands of the three Tartars fell to the ground one after another, a murderous command came out of Wei Zheng's mouth again.

"First of all, put away the gun and retreat... Second, take a step forward, continue to thrust, kill..."

After the ten bloody spears were drawn, the three Tartar corpses suddenly lost their support and fell limply in a pool of blood.

At the same time, the second row of ten spears stabbed forward again with the sound of the wind...

The three spear platoons are like killing machines, repeating the same action over and over again: stabbing forward, collecting the guns and retreating...

In the blink of an eye, there were only a handful of four people left in the Tartars who were surrounded by everyone.

In the face of this bloody and unilateral massacre in front of them, the Tartars were frightened, frightened.

The faces of the four Tartars not only did not see the arrogance and hideousness of the past, but turned pale because of fear.

Not only that, but the Manchurian Tartars, who had always been high in front of the Han people, actually knelt directly on their legs because of fear, constantly kowtowing to everyone and begging for mercy, expressing their surrender to everyone...

China's long period of Confucian domination has long been deeply ingrained in the psyche of all citizens.

Therefore, in the face of the surrendering Tartar on his knees, the spears in everyone's hands seemed to have been discussed, and at the same time pointed at the surrendering Tartars and no longer stabbed forward.

However, Wei Zheng was not poisoned by this Confucianism.

For the Manchu race, especially through the history books, after learning about the series of bloodshed and massacres caused by this nation in the Central Plains after entering the customs, Wei Zheng's hatred of this nation was definitely far greater than that of everyone in this era.

In Wei Zheng's thoughts, if you want to avoid those massacres from reappearing in the Central Plains, there is only one way, that is, to kill to stop killing, and the people killed will no longer have the ability to go south to the Central Plains....

Therefore, in the face of the four Tartars who knelt down and surrendered in front of him, Wei Zheng did not have the slightest sympathy.

Seeing that there were still many spears around that were not stained with blood, Wei Zheng's brows furrowed and he ordered loudly.

"All soldiers who do not have Tartar blood on the tip of their spears stand up for me..."

No more, no less, just sixteen pikemen stood up with a weak face.

After glancing at the spearmen with their heads bowed in front of him, Wei Zheng ordered loudly: "In today's battle, you sixteen pikemen will have no results. Now, I'm giving each of you a chance. When it was done, he continued to stay in the pikes and the combat unit of the Haw Par Army. If you can't do it, you can go to the armory factory to build weapons for everyone..."

In the Haw Par Army, Wei Zheng has improved the status and welfare of craftsmen. However, in the hearts of ordinary people, craftsmen are still the lowest industry in this era. Unless you really can't survive, absolutely no one will take the initiative to join this industry.

As soon as Wei Zheng's words fell, the faces of the sixteen spearmen turned red with shame.

As if they had been discussed, he asked Wei Zheng unwillingly, "Please give an order, the general..."

After Wei Zheng showed a satisfied smile on his face, he pointed to the four Tartars in front of him, who were surrounded by everyone and trembling, and ordered: "There are four Tartars here, you have sixteen spearmen, just four people can get one Tartar....I will give you half a pillar of incense and kill them all......

After speaking, he directly ignored the shocked expressions on everyone's faces, and ordered the others: "The others will immediately clean up the battlefield and take away all the things we can use." Especially the throwing gun, whether it can be used or not, collect it for me, and then rebuild the throwing gun after returning to the furnace in the future......"

"As for the captured leather armor and iron armor, the two platoon commanders of the second pikeman team who are not equipped with iron armor will each find a complete pair of iron armor to put on, and the rest of the iron armor will be handed over to the commander and deputy platoon commander of the first pike team to replace with. The leather armor that has been replaced and the leather armor that has just been captured are all equipped with the second pike, and they will be captured in the next battle if they are not enough...."

"Yes, General..."

After hundreds of soldiers hurriedly went to clean up the battlefield, sixteen pikemen were still standing in place with spears in hand, at a loss.

Seeing this, a trace of nameless anger quickly surged into Wei Zheng's heart, and he ordered loudly: "Since you don't want to kill these four Tartars, then after you go back, take the initiative to go to the weapons factory to report and make weapons for the soldiers..."

Hearing this, the already red faces of the sixteen people became even redder.

At this moment, the only chief among the sixteen people stood up and whispered to Wei Zheng: "General, they are prisoners, how can we kill them?" ”

"Captive...."Hearing these two words, a mocking smile directly appeared on Wei Zheng's face.

He shouted at sixteen people, "The Tartars are prisoners if they surrender, and we can't kill them." Then why was our Han family slaughtered by them after they fell into their hands... Think about the people outside the mountain, are they soldiers, they fought with the Tartars, why don't the Tartars even let go of these unarmed ordinary people..."

"Here, I want to tell you for sure, in the eyes of my Wei Zheng: Tartars are not people, they are beasts, beasts without conscience....since they are beasts, there are no prisoners to speak of....In addition, from today onwards, I will also announce a military order in our Tiger and Leopard Army, in our Tiger and Leopard Army, never take Tartars prisoners...."

After finishing in a noncommittal tone, Wei Zheng once again shifted his gaze to the sixteen pikemen in front of him, and ordered loudly: "There are only two paths in front of you now: first, kill these Tartars and continue to be soldiers in the Tiger and Leopard Army....Second, put down the spear in your hand and take the initiative to join the weapons factory when you go back......"

After glancing at the struggling crowd in front of him, Wei Zheng continued: "Before you make a final decision, I would like to remind you again....think about your relatives who died outside the mountain, and think about whose hands they died at...."

Wei Zheng's last sentence was like a fuse, which directly detonated the revenge and anger that some soldiers had accumulated in their hearts.

A young man who was less than twenty years old, like a powder keg that erupted in an instant, stared fiercely at the tartar kneeling on the ground in front of him with red eyes.

"Ahh

Then, with a vengeful gaze, a succession of soldiers lowered their spears into the Tartar's chest.

When the four Tartars were dead and could no longer die, the sixteen pikemen looked at the Tartar corpses in front of them with a miserable face.

At this moment, Wei Zheng spoke again: "Brothers, soldiers, you have done a good job... I can tell you for sure, you are the real soldiers of the Haw Par Army....well, you all go to clean up the battlefield, and if you go late, you won't have leather armor to wear..."

"Yes, General..."