Gunsmoke shrouded the sky above Gaizhou City, and shining bayonets flashed in the morning sun.

The cry of killing shook every corner of the city.

Amidst the desperate screams, the battle in Gaizhou City has come to an end.

…

When everything was over, the streets filled with the choking smell of gunpowder smoke were full of officers and soldiers shouting angrily. They grabbed a few surrendered slaves and ignored whether they understood their words or not.

He kicked them directly in the sockets of their knees. Amidst the screams of pain, they knelt down in a row. Then someone pulled their braids, and another person holding a big knife stood behind them and chopped them off with one blow.

's head.

"Officer, sir, spare my life..."

Although these people kept begging for mercy, the people who turned a deaf ear continued to chop off their heads with swords.

"Damn it, that's how you chopped off our heads back then. Thousands of people, tens of thousands of people's heads were chopped off like leeks, all at once..."

Holding a big knife in his hand, Sun Maocai cried and shouted.

"Kill, I will kill you all now."

"Guan, Guan Ye, I, I am a Han..."

"You are a traitor!"

There was a "click" sound when the hand was raised and the knife was dropped, and accompanied by the sound of broken bones, the head rolled to the ground like a ball, and blood spurted out from the broken neck like a fountain in Dalian Square, splashing several times.

Feet far.

The blood surges like a spring, and the spring disperses like mist.

Amid the choking smell of gunpowder smoke, the smell of blood became increasingly thicker and thicker, so thick that it was even suffocating.

But no one stepped forward to stop this, almost everyone turned a blind eye.

The good Han people have been killed by the slaves, and the living have long forgotten kindness. They are more primitive. They believe that tooth for tooth and blood for blood is the truth in the world.

The so-called forgiveness...only the dead are worthy of forgiveness!

…

Throughout the day, Zhu Guoqiang was observing the attack in Huwei Town. He was very satisfied with the performance of the soldiers, especially the performance of the soldiers in hand-to-hand combat. In this era of "bullets are stupid and bayonets are heroes",

The bayonet will even determine the outcome of the war, not to mention now, even two hundred years later. Let me tell you a joke - it is not the foreign guns and cannons that defeat the Qing army, but the bayonet!

In the late Qing Dynasty, from the Opium War to the Boxer Rebellion, the Qing army was often defeated in the face of bayonet charges launched by the British, Japanese and Eight-Power Allied Forces. According to the memories of soldiers from various countries at that time, when they fought against the Qing army,

They often only need to wait until the Qing soldiers have finished shooting the bullets in their hands, and then they can basically launch a bayonet charge, and then they can easily defeat the Qing army. Because when the Qing army faced the shining bayonets, they would have already

He has lost the courage to fight.

Dare to see the red with a bayonet!

This is Zhu Guoqiang's minimum requirement for the Pinglu Army!

In fact, this dare means fighting to the death! It means fighting on the battlefield regardless of the cost or casualties. Just like the Iron Man Army, even if they have no armor on their bodies, they have armor in their hearts. As long as they have that courage, they can

You can rampage across the battlefield like an Iron Man Army and defeat all enemies.

When the battle came to an end, Zhu Guoqiang rode his mount, a fiery red Don horse. This horse was brought by him from the other side. According to his vision, the results of the future military horse breeding path should be

It's a horse similar to it.

Finally, when the battle was about to end, Zhu Guoqiang returned to the Chinese army's tent with great satisfaction. A marching soldier from the combat office - the army of the General's Mansion is divided into two types, one is the army, which is the staff, and the other is the army.

One type is the military staff members who are marching in the army, that is, military staff officers. Their role is similar to that of later staff officers who assist the generals in formulating battle plans and participating in battles. Of course, they are also supervisors of the army in a sense. However, when enforcing military discipline,

, need to cooperate with the army. Sometimes the supervision of the army does not necessarily need to be so obvious. It can be more tactful.

"The troops at the front captured Hunta alive... It seems that they only captured him alive."

Although his body was very tired and wanted to take a rest, after Zhu Guoqiang heard this report, he suddenly became excited and immediately said loudly:

"Bring it now! Now!"

It’s really not easy to have a prisoner!

"On the way, we'll be there soon!"

Junjun replied.

Half an hour later, a prisoner was escorted in front of him.

Hunta had a stout figure, about forty years old. His face was full of gunpowder smoke, and his eyes were full of fear. He knelt on the ground, not even daring to breathe. As a Jueluo family, it was not that he had never thought about it.

He was loyal to his master, but when he really faced death, he was afraid. It wasn't that he didn't resist or fight. Even now, he still has wounds from the Ming army's bayonets. Like everyone else, he fought tooth and nail.

They wanted to repel the Ming army, but these Ming soldiers seemed to have no regard for their lives. They came over with bayonets and killed them. Even if they gave birth to girls, they were not necessarily as tough as them. Their fighting style regardless of life and death was really scary.

Hunta, even at the end, after his thigh was pierced by a bayonet, he shouted "I am Hunta, don't kill me" out of nowhere.

Indeed, he lived!

With these words, he survived.

After taking the initiative to seek survival, other people around him also gave up resistance. Now that their master has surrendered, what else do they have to hold on to?

But what happened next?

Cut it off!

Even now, the words of that Ming army could not help but appear in his mind. With a single order, hundreds of people's heads were cut off one by one.

They pulled the slaves' braids and chopped off their heads regardless of their cries for mercy. Even if those people knelt on the ground and cried and begged that they were Han, what they got back was still a stab in the head.

"Since you are a Han Chinese, why should you sell your ancestors to gain glory and become a traitor?"

Blood...it was really a river of blood!

In fact, for Hunta, who has been in the army for more than ten years, he has never seen such scenes, whether it was when he defeated the Ming army in Liaodong or when he killed the Ming people in Liaodong, but at that time, he was holding a sword.

A person, and now, he is a fish kneeling here...

I, I am Jueluo Shi, I am still a person no matter what, so you have to give me a way to survive.

With his head lowered and looking at the ground, Hunta's body couldn't help but tremble, and he kept begging for mercy.

"I beg you, General, to spare your life. I want to surrender."

Staring at Hunta kneeling on the ground, Zhu Guoqiang looked at him like this, and then sneered.

"He is the only prisoner..."

He raised his hand and gently touched the handle of the knife.

"Why keep prisoners!"

As he spoke, Zhu Guoqiang slashed with his knife. The moment he raised the knife and dropped it, blood spattered on his head and rolled to the ground.

Then Zhu Guoqiang used his hoarse voice:

"Pass the order, this battle...will take no prisoners!"

…

Why must we take prisoners?

There is no shortage of slaves in the Ming Dynasty. Around the Ming Dynasty, there are many people who are willing to be the slaves of the Ming Dynasty. As for these people, their hands must be stained with the blood of the Ming Dynasty.

Blood debt must be repaid with blood. This is the most basic justice in the world. If you cannot even do this, what kind of justice is there?

Take no prisoners!

Before that, when he was at Weiyuan Fort, he had already told Huang Taiji. What fate awaited them? Since he had made a promise, he had to keep it.

People cannot stand without faith.

With a sneer, they all sat on the bloody human head on the ground. Zhu Guoqiang smiled.

"You are honored enough. After all, it was me who chopped off your head with my own hands. This was the incense you burned in your previous life."

Yes, even if you chop off other people's heads, it becomes their honor.

Where is the point of reasoning? But who cares whether there is any point of reasoning? It's just a dead person.

"Your Majesty, if we don't keep prisoners like this, then when we attack the city, the slaves will definitely resist desperately. After all, no matter what happens, they will be dead. When the time comes, they will..."

Before Meichun could finish speaking, Zhu Guoqiang burst out laughing.

"I'm really not afraid of them resisting with all their might! If they do this, it will be exactly what I want, and I'll just kill them all."

While laughing, he added:
Chapter completed!