The dense Tatar cavalry approached the defense line step by step, and just approached the range of the heavy artillery of the Franc machine, the black Tatar cavalry seemed to have been discussed, and stopped in unison.

Although the Tartar cavalry stopped advancing, after thousands of Tartars gathered together, the murderous aura exuded from their bodies was still like an unstoppable monstrous wave, quickly rushing towards the position where the musket battalion was located.

In later generations, Wei Zheng could often see thousands of troops gathered together.

However, those are all ** troops armed with rifles, and because the troops have not experienced war and life and death, although the trained fierceness is there, there is no murderous spirit.

And the two thousand Tartars in front of him gave Wei Zheng a heartfelt shock. Facing the huge pressure coming on, Wei Zheng's right palm that clenched the big knife began to break out in a cold sweat.

1,000 Tartar cavalry and 1,000 Tartar infantry followed, standing motionless in front of the position, forming three offensive phalanxes with Niulu as a unit.

More than 2,000 cold weapons held tightly in Tartar's hand were lifted high by Tartar on his shoulder, with sharp blades up to his position, and under the sunlight, a Dawson's cold light was reflected to his eyes.

Coupled with the fierce aura and thick murderous aura exuded from the two thousand Tartars, Wei Zheng, who was directly pressed, had a feeling of being out of breath.

"He is worthy of being a battle-hardened veteran, just in terms of momentum, he far surpasses the Ming army stationed at the border pass, far surpasses our tiger and leopard army......" quickly relieved his nervous mood. As a soldier who worships the strong, although the Tartar standing opposite him is the enemy of life and death, Wei Zheng can't help but let out a sigh of admiration for his opponent.

Zhou Shuyuan frowned, and replied with a bitter face: "General, the Tartars can have today's situation and establish the Houjin Kingdom, all of which they fought with their lives on the battlefield with a knife and a gun." It is safe to say that in the territory of Houjin, every adult Tartar holds several lives of our Ming Dynasty in his hands. ”

"And what about the officers and soldiers of our Ming Dynasty, because of the long period of peace, the swords and guns have been stored all the year round, and the emphasis is on literature and light on military force...... The soldiers stationed at the border pass have long since lost the fierceness and murderous opportunity of Taizu when he founded the country. In the face of such a strong Tartar cavalry, they were able to not collapse directly on the battlefield, which is already thankful. ”

Wei Zheng followed closely and said: "The battle has not yet started, and it is strange that you lose to the enemy in terms of morale....such a battle is not lost." ”

"Now I finally know why there has been such a saying in the official army: Tartars are invincible. The Tartar cavalry in front of us was only a thousand people, and it burst out with such a powerful murderous aura. If the number of people is increased to 10,000, the murderous spirit alone can frighten the recruit troops who have never been on the battlefield to collapse directly, let alone fight face-to-face with tens of thousands of Tartars..."

Even he was taken aback by the murderous aura emanating from his typing body, not to mention the musketeers around him.

Wei Zheng quickly shifted his gaze to the musketeers around him, almost all from the Ming army.

I don't know if I don't see it, and I'm shocked when I see it.

Among the more than two hundred musketeers, at least half of the musketeers' bodies had already begun to tremble slightly as a result of the arrival of the tartars. What's more, in the face of the murderous aura that slammed into his face, his face, which was still calm just now, had turned pale.

Wei Zheng could be sure that if it weren't for himself standing here, if it weren't for the few killing orders he had just issued before the battle. The musket battalion around him, which has just been formed for half a month, will definitely collapse directly on the battlefield when the Tartars appear.

Taking a deep breath, Wei Zheng shouted loudly: "Soldiers, what I want to tell you is that we are the Tiger and Leopard Army, not the official army. When you are in the official army, you can also retreat, surrender to the Tartars, and survive in secret. ”

"However, here, in the Haw Par Army, your way in the official army will not work."

"In today's battle, I will advance and retreat with you. But if I were to find out that any of you are afraid of the enemy on the battlefield, for fear of retreating, then this great sword in my hand will slash at your neck without mercy. ”

After speaking, he directly ordered the platoon commander of the pro-soldier platoon behind him with a murderous face.

"Platoon Commander Wang, now I order you to lead the personal platoon and hold all the communication trenches. All soldiers who retreat without authorization, regardless of their official ranks, do not need to inform me, and they will be killed without mercy......"

"Yes, General.," shouted the platoon leader.

Then, he ordered to the soldiers and platoons behind him, who were almost all veterans of the former Tiger and Leopard Army: "Is the general's order clear to everyone, immediately disperse in units, guard the entrances of all communication trenches, and kill one deserter......

After the road of retreat did not work, in addition to fighting to the death, there was only one last way left in front of the Tartars, that is, surrendering on the battlefield and serving the Tartars as slaves.

When Wei Zheng saw that a trace of strange expressions began to flash on the faces of many people, he shouted again.

"Of course, there may be people who want to wait for the Tartar cavalry to attack the position and surrender directly to the Tartars on their knees. Here, I would like to tell you that this path will not work for you. ”

"You may not know that more than 400 Tartars have died at the hands of our Tiger and Par Army in the past month or so. Do you think that after we have more than 400 Tartars in our hands, the Tartars will let us go and spare us a single life? ”

"No, it won't ......"

"Whether it's for revenge or to vent their anger, the Tartars will kill us all. Not only us, but also the more than 1,000 young men who are still building the city walls behind us will not escape death. ”

"So, you have only one way to fight to the death....fight to the end, fight off the Tartar attack, then we still have a way to live. Otherwise, we will all die. ”

"If someone is scared, frightened, he would rather die than be a tartar desperately. Then you can sue me, and I can cut off your head right now, so that you will die early and be reborn......"

After Wei Zheng's murderous roar was finished, many of the musketeers had desperate expressions on their faces.

In the eyes of these musketeers, no matter how powerful the Haw-Par Army was in the past, how many Tartars they had killed. This time, in the face of the attack of thousands of Tartars, he must not be able to dodge, and what awaits him must be death.

When Wei Zheng asked them to choose to die now, die early and surpass life, no one stood up.

However, a frightened facial expression hung over their faces throughout.

At this time, Zhou Shuyuan, who acted as a red-faced man, spoke: "Warriors, now that the Tartars have driven us to a dead end, there is no other way than to fight to the death and fight a way to live..."

"There is a saying that is put to death. Now that we've reached the end of the road, there's nothing to be afraid of. From now on, not only your life, but also my and the general's lives are no longer our own. ”