Fighting for a day in a row, the pikes battalion could not have been without any losses.

At this moment, the remaining 280 men of the spear battalion were standing in the trench in high spirits.

In one hand, he held a long spear with a discredited tip, and in the other hand he carried a piece of cotton cloth wrapped around it, wrapped around it with a large amount of hemp rope, and from the inside stretched an arquered rope, a foot square, like a brick of earth-made explosives.

As for the standard throwing guns of the Haw Par Trove pikemen, each of them carried at least three shots on their backs.

In Wei Zheng's eyes, what he wanted to see was not these appearances, but the murderous aura exuded from the bodies of more than two hundred spearmen after a bloody battle.

After a day of life and death, the spear battalion although it cannot be said that everyone killed a Tartar. However, the spear in everyone's hand can guarantee that if it is stained with the blood of the Tartar, they will poke at least one blood hole in the Tartar's body.

As the saying goes, 'only an army that sees blood can be regarded as a real army, otherwise, every qiē is a show, and it is all an appearance'.

The more than two hundred pikemen standing in front of Wei Zheng were like this.

From them, not only could they not see the childishness that they had first entered the battlefield a day ago, but they could see a trace of murderous aura that had not been seen for a long time, a dignified murderous aura that could only be seen in the former soldiers of the Tiger and Leopard Army.

After nodding in satisfaction to the spearman in front of him, Wei Zheng asked, "Strategist, what time is it..."

"General, it's time for Yin, and according to you, Yinshi is the time when a person sleeps the most heavily... You see, whether to immediately launch an attack on the opposite Tartar barracks. While Zhou Shuyuan answered, he asked Wei Zheng with a fiery face.

Wei Zheng nodded, and affirmed to Zhou Shuyuan: "Strategist, I said when I decided to launch a night attack tonight, and you will be the commander-in-chief of tonight's night attack battle... Therefore, it is up to you to decide when to give the order to attack, and you will be Seiko ......when you say to attack."

"Yes, General...," Zhou Shuyuan replied loudly with excitement on his face.

Turning his head to Wang Feng, he asked: "Battalion Commander Wang, you should have heard the general's order, and now I order, the spear battalion, according to the original plan, immediately launch an attack on the Tartar military camp......

"Yes, Strategist..."A bloodthirsty gaze flashed across Wang Feng's face and replied loudly.

a spear himself, jump into the trench, and lower his voice as low as he can.

"All the pikes are there, and ....... are moving"

"During the operation, keep quiet, before approaching the Tartars thirty paces, no one can make a sound, and you must not follow the Jingdong Tartar infantry in advance......"

The cold night, the biting cold wind, the dark night sky... These circumstances gave the pikes battalion the best cover.

As the lowest-ranking infantry servant in the Tartar army, a cotton suit was an undesirable piece of equipment.

Therefore, among the hundreds of infantry, only a handful of officers had a cotton coat that could be used to keep warm. As for the others, they were all wearing all kinds of clothes of the captured Ming army, and they couldn't stop the cold wind and coldness that kept hitting them.

In order to survive this cold night, the five hundred infantry followers had to snuggle up and keep each other warm, without the slightest vigilance.

As the night grew deeper and the temperature cooler, these infantry companions who snuggled together rarely had such a sense of leisure and warmth, and slowly began to fall asleep.

Plus the 'whirring' cold wind was a cover for the footsteps of the spear battalion advancing.

When more than 200 pikemen approached the position fifty paces, the Tartar infantry did not notice it in the slightest.

Thirty steps... The Tatar infantry remained unchanged.

At this moment, Wang Feng, who was walking at the front of the team, suddenly stopped, raised the spear in his hand, and signaled everyone to stop advancing.

Then, as gently as possible, pull out a throwing gun from the back and hold it in your hand.

When the hundreds of subordinates behind him all held the throwing guns in their hands, Wang Feng was finally not afraid of exposing the target again, and he was angry and shouted: "All of them, throw the throwing guns..."

"Woo woo woo...." A faint whistling sound sounded under the cover of the cold wind, and more than two hundred throwing spears with Sensen silver light quickly flew out of everyone's hands.

When Wang Feng let out a loud shout, many of the infantry followers had already been woken up.

However, even if they were woken up, there was not the slightest time to react.

The moment Wang Feng gave the order, more than 200 throwing spears had already flown towards the location of the Tartar infantry along with the order.

A cold light flashed in front of everyone, and the spears flew in front of them like a rain of gunshots.

"Poof... Poof......."

A dull sound of guns entering flesh sounded in the night, and the Tartar infantrymen who had been hit by the guns followed, whether they were awake or not, they no longer had a chance to wake up.

"The camp was attacked.......

This was the first thought in the minds of the remaining Tartars.

Then, with a frightened face, he got up from the ground, picked up his weapon, and subconsciously rushed towards the position of the spear battalion.

Facing the Tartar infantry who rushed towards him in front of him, Wang Feng, who had seen the huge power of the explosives bag in his hand, did not have the slightest worry.

He took out the fire fold he had brought with him, methodically lit the fire rope that stretched out of the explosive pack, and shouted a command to his subordinates behind him.

"The first team of the pikemen's battalion, prepare the fire folds, throw explosives bags at the Tartars......"

After speaking, Wang Feng used a fire fold to light the fire rope that stretched out the explosive bag.

A spark flashes at the end of the arquebus, and quickly spreads towards the end of the arquebus.

Just when the arquebus was about to burn to the end, Wang Feng used all his strength to throw the explosives bag in his hand at the Tartar infantry who were getting closer and closer to him.

The white explosive bag with a glimmer of sparks drew a beautiful arc in the sky, and landed firmly in the middle of the dense infantry followers.

A cloud of white light flashed from the spot where the explosives bag landed, and then an orange-red flame rose from the ground. Of course, the violent explosion also reached Wang Feng's ears.

Under Wang Feng's gaze, the moment the orange-red flames rose from the ground, the faces of the surrounding Tartar infantry directly showed a heartfelt frightened expression.

With the landing site as the center, the Tartar within the radius of the battle seemed to have been hit hard, and its body fell outward violently.

The explosive bag thrown by Wang Feng had just exploded, and more than 90 explosive bags thrown by the first team fell in the middle of the dense Tatar infantry as if it were raining.

For a moment, a violent explosion sounded on the battlefield like firecrackers.

The battlefield, which had just been pitch black, was directly illuminated by the firelight generated by the explosion of dozens of explosive packets.

What's more, the Tartar infantry who rushed to the front followed the service, as if they had been destroyed in an instant, and they all fell in a pool of blood, life and death uncertain...