"kill……"

Two spear formations behind him burst out with a loud roar at the same time. Under the command of Wei Zheng, a spear was flat and a forest of guns formed in front of him, pressing towards the Tartars step by step.

Although the spear platoon that was walking towards Wei Zheng dozens of steps away lost almost one soldier, in order to echo the two spear platoons behind Wei Zheng, he was not willing to fall behind and let out two loud roars.

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

Under the powerful pressure of the loud shouts of killing, the Tartars, who were already in chaos, can be described as "confusion". Many people even showed a heart-warming expression...

After all, the Tartars did not undergo much military training and were also a nation that was not completely civilized. When fighting in accordance with the war, everyone would gather around their superiors and fight to the end.

However, once they are defeated, the self-protection mentality of the nomadic people will defeat the military discipline. At this time, the only thing the Tartars think is how to escape the enemy's pursuit and escape a life, rather than continue the battle.

Just as the chaotic Tartars began to wonder whether to rush into the dense forests on both sides of the mountain road and escape, the two spear formations commanded by Wei Zheng were less than five steps away from them.

At this time, even if the Tartars want to run away, they will have no chance...

The only remaining iron-armored soldier in the Tartars raised a mace and shouted loudly as if he was calm.

"Warriors, there is only one way before us, fight to the end... Now I order you to fight with the Han people and not be cowards even if you die... Kill..."

It is obvious that this Tartar iron armored soldier wants to make his last dying struggle.

However, the spearman who had already rushed to him was obviously not going to give him this opportunity.

He, wearing iron armor, had just appeared in front of the spear formation with a big sword, and a loud shout came out of Wei Zheng's mouth.

"The first spear formation, step forward and stab... kill..."

"Kill..." After a loud roar came out of everyone's mouth, ten long spears were thrust at their targets with the sound of wind.

"Shit..."

A string of spearheads sounded on the battlefield, and the faces of three Tartars, including the armored Tartar soldiers, were immediately covered by despair.

The pair of eyes, which were still full of vitality just now, became dim.

"Bang...bang..." After the weapons raised by the three Tartars fell to the ground one after another, a murderous order was sent out from Wei Zheng's mouth again.

"The first thing, take the gun and retreat... the second thing, take a step forward, continue to stab and kill..."

After ten bloody spears were pulled out, the three Tartar corpses suddenly lost their support and fell softly into 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 long spear platoons are like killing machines, repeating the same action over and over again: stab forward, retract the gun and retreat...

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

Faced with the bloody unilateral massacre in front of him, the Tartars became frightened and scared.

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

Not only that, the Manchu Tartars, who had always shown a high appearance in front of the Han people, actually knelt on the ground with their legs because of fear, kept kowtowing to everyone for mercy, and surrendering to everyone...

China's long-term Confucian rule has long been deeply rooted in the psychology of all citizens.

Therefore, facing the Tartars kneeling on their backs, the spear in their hands seemed to have been agreed upon, and pointed at the Tartars without sprinting forward.

However, Wei Zheng was not poisoned by this Confucianism.

Regarding the Manchus, especially through historical books, after learning about the series of bleeding and massacres caused by this nation after entering the pass, Wei Zheng's hatred of this nation was definitely far greater than that of everyone in this era.

In Wei Zheng's idea, there is only one way to avoid the massacres and reappearance of the Central Plains, that is, to stop the killing, and the killing nation will no longer have the ability to go south to the Central Plains...

Therefore, facing the four Tartars who were kneeling down and surrendering in front of him, Wei Zheng had no sympathy at all.

Seeing that there were still many spear tips around the surroundings without blood stains, Wei Zheng frowned and ordered loudly.

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

There were no more or less, and sixteen spearmen stood up with guilt on their faces.

After glanced at the spearman with his head down in front of him, Wei Zheng shouted: "In today's battle, only you sixteen spearmen have no results. Now, I will give you one of them a chance. Once you have finished, continue to stay in the spear team and the Tiger and Leopard Army combat troops. If you can't finish, you can go to the weapons manufacturer to build weapons for everyone..."

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

As soon as Wei Zheng finished speaking, the sixteen spearmen's faces were flushed red because of shame and anger.

As if it had been discussed, he asked Wei Zheng with a reluctance, "Please give orders..."

After a satisfied smile appeared on Wei Zheng's face, he pointed to the four Tartars who were surrounded by everyone and were trembling in front of him and ordered: "There are four Tartars here, you have sixteen spearmen, and it just so happens that four of them can be divided into one Tartar... I'll give you half a stick of incense sticks and kill them all..."

After saying that, he ignored the sudden shock expression on everyone's faces and ordered to others: "Why do other people use it, clean the battlefield immediately and take away all the things we can use. Especially when throwing guns, whether they can be used or not, they will collect them for me, and then build a throwing gun after they come back to the furnace in the future..."

"As for the captured leather armor and iron armor, the two platoon leaders of the Second Spear Team who have not equipped iron armor yet, each finds a complete pair of iron armor to put on, and all the remaining iron armor is handed over to the Chief and Deputy platoon leader of the First Spear Team. The replaced leather armor and the newly seized leather armor are all equipped with the Second Spear Team. If there is not enough, it will be seized in the next battle..."

"Yes, General..."

After hundreds of soldiers rushed to clean the battlefield, sixteen spearmen were still standing there holding spears, at a loss.

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

Hearing this sentence, the sixteen people's already red face turned redder.

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

"Prisoned..." Hearing these two words, a sarcastic smile appeared on Wei Zheng's face.

He asked loudly at the sixteen people: "If the Tartars surrender is a prisoner, we cannot kill them. Then why are we still slaughtered by them after we fall into their hands? Think about the people outside the mountain, are they soldiers, they have fought with the Tartars, why are the Tartars not even letting go of these unarmed ordinary people..."

"Here, I want to tell you for sure, in my Wei Zheng's eyes: the Tartars are not humans, they are beasts, beasts without conscience... Since they are beasts, there are no prisoners to be mentioned... In addition, from today on, I will announce a military order in our Tiger and Leopard Army that in our Tiger and Leopard Army, we will never be captured by Tartars..."

After speaking in an unanimous tone, Wei Zheng turned his gaze to the sixteen spearmen in front of him and ordered loudly: "Now there are only two ways to choose from before you: First, kill these Tartars and continue to be a soldier in the Tiger and Leopard Army... Second, put down the spear in your hand, and take the initiative to join the weapons manufacturer after you go back..."

After glanced at the struggling people in front of him, Wei Zheng continued, "Before everyone make the final decision, I will remind everyone... Think about your relatives who died outside the mountain, and think about whose hands they died..."

Wei Zheng's last sentence seemed to have a fuse, which directly triggered the revenge anger accumulated in his heart by some soldiers.

A young man under twenty years old was like a gunpowder barrel that erupted instantly, his red eyes staring at the Tartars kneeling on the ground in front of him.

"Ah..." After letting out a heart-warming roar, he raised the spear in his hand and stabbed it into the Tartars' chest.

Then, one after another, the soldiers passed the spear in their hands into the Tartars' chest with revengeful eyes.

When the four Tartars died and could no longer die, the sixteen spearmen seemed to have lost their strength in an instant, looking at the corpse of the Tartar in front of them with a pale face.

At this moment, Wei Zheng said again: "Brothers, soldiers, you have done a good job... I can tell you with certainty that you are real soldiers of the Tiger and Leopard Army... Okay, we all go to clean the battlefield. If we go late, we will have no leather armor to wear..."
Chapter completed!