Chapter 9: Thrust! Continue Thrusting!

  At this time, if Bakda still doesn't open his mouth, it would make him look too incompetent.

  After staring at the two subordinates fiercely, Bakda commanded in a low voice: "All archers will be commanded by me, climb up the courtyard wall, use bows and arrows to provide cover for the counterattacking troops, shoot and kill all exposed Ming people. The remaining brave warriors, you two personally command, launch a counterattack against the Ming people who dare to sneak attack us around..."

  Soon, six Tartar cavalrymen with big knives and leather armor gathered behind the two ironclad soldiers.

  After the two thick and heavy gates of the mansion were slowly pushed open, the iron-clad soldiers, relying on their iron armor for protection, first poked their heads out from the gate. After confirming that there was no danger, they brandished the weapons in their hands and rushed out of the mansion quickly.

  Several servants followed suit with the same action and rushed out of the courtyard quickly.

  In order to avoid these post-golden horseshoe don't attack in the wrong direction and also don't scare themselves away.

  Just as he was about to reach his goal, Wei Zheng suddenly abandoned the charge and retreated from the front line, which was also the most chaotic place where the Tartar iron armor cavalry were. He shot an arrow at a ordinary Jurchen Tartar wearing leather armor behind him, with the arrowhead glinting coldly in the sunlight, and then quickly ran towards the position of the long spear team without caring whether he hit the target or not.

  Although the feathered arrow shot by Wei Zheng was blocked by the target's weapon, his purpose was undoubtedly achieved.

  Seeing Wei Zheng suddenly exposed at a distance of no more than twenty meters from himself, he could even see the fleeing figure in the opposite direction. The two Ming iron armor soldiers who were charging at the front suddenly became red-eyed, with a fierce anger they pursued while loudly shouting to the armored soldiers behind them

  "Warriors, the cunning Ming archer is trying to escape, hurry, speed up the pursuit and kill him..."

  However, when they followed Wei Zheng into an alley, what greeted them was not the archer Wei Zheng, but sixteen long halberdiers who had been lying in wait and were now standing right in front of them with their guns at the ready.

  Facing the sudden appearance of more enemies, the Tartar iron armor soldiers subconsciously felt they had been deceived and wanted to retreat.

  But when they saw that there were more than a dozen long-haired men with emaciated bodies, a smile full of ridicule quickly appeared on their faces.

  Especially the iron-armored soldiers wielding wolf-tooth clubs, directly using Chinese to loudly shout: "Haha...the Ming people really look down on us too much, actually using a dozen or so weak and feeble Ming civilians to block our way. Do they think that just with the dozen or so long spears in front of them, they can stop the advance of the Later Jin brave warriors?"

  "Warriors, don't be afraid, follow me and continue to attack. Disperse the Ming people's defensive formation, kill them, and let them know that the great Later Jin warriors are invincible."

  "Kill..."

  Eight arrogant Tartars, shouting in Manchu which Wei Zheng couldn't understand, waved their weapons to deflect the arrows that might be shot at them, and charged towards the long spear formation with an unstoppable momentum. It was as if what stood before them were not long spears but brittle wooden sticks.

  Compared with the ferocity of Tongguai's men, his own troops' performance could be described in four words: 'too pathetic to behold'.

  Facing the increasingly close Huns, except for Captain Wang Feng who could strongly endure his inner tension and steadily hold his long spear, quietly looking at the Huns getting closer and closer in front of him.

  The remaining fifteen Long Armed Men were frightened by the thick killing intent emanating from the eight Tartars in front of them.

  The hands holding the long spear began to tremble unconsciously as the cavalry approached closer and closer.

  What's more, they directly closed their own eyes, just like waiting for death, with both hands trembling while holding the long spear, waiting for the Tartars to harvest their lives.

  Wei Zheng knew that if everyone maintained this state to meet the enemy, even if they won, the sixteen Longpi would suffer heavy losses in battle.

  "Taking a deep breath, he bellowed at the top of his lungs to the troops in front of him: 'Brothers, I don't know what you're afraid of. The Tartars are just like us, with two shoulders and one head. As long as we use our long spears to poke a hole in them, they'll immediately turn into corpses.'"

  "Don't forget, you are warriors who can even kill wild boars, what's there to fear from these northern nomadic slaves?"

  "Everyone hold your long spears tightly in hand, like a brave warrior, look straight ahead and listen to my command..."

  Charging at the forefront, continuously wielding the wolf-toothed club and shouting loudly to show off their martial prowess to the Ming dynasty soldiers in front of them. Seeing that the Ming dynasty soldiers' hands holding the long spear were trembling, they became even more determined in their judgment: The Ming dynasty soldiers standing in front of them were completely a bunch of cowards, who had already begun to lose heart before even engaging in battle and couldn't even hold onto their spears steadily. It can be imagined that once they clashed with them, the Ming dynasty soldiers would thoroughly collapse, allowing themselves to pursue and kill at will.

  He completely ignored the eight iron gun heads in front of him, swung his wolf-toothed club to block the two gun heads in front of him, and then charged forward, preparing to use his massive body wearing iron armor to break through the Ming army's long spear formation.

  But just as his wolf-toothed club had barely made contact with the opponent's long spear, something unexpected happened.

  A loud and murderous roar suddenly came from behind Zhang Fei's back and reached his ears.

  "The first row of long guns, thrust forward..."

  Wei Zheng's order was like a stimulant, causing the long spear that had just been weak and powerless to suddenly inject thousands of pounds of force, rushing towards the Tujue iron armor soldier in front of him at an extremely fast speed.

  The Tartar iron armor soldier quickly separated the long spear that was thrusting towards him with the wolf-toothed club in his hand, but the two long spears on both sides still swiftly stabbed into his armpits at lightning speed.

  The long spear's iron head easily pierced the armor and entered the Tartar's two ribs. In an instant, a pain he had never felt before spread rapidly throughout his body, the arrogant expression on the Tartar's face was quickly replaced by shock, which in turn was covered by despair as death approached.

  Looking down, he saw the long spear that had already pierced his two ribs. The desperate Tatar wanted to raise the wolf-toothed club in his hand and kill the two spearmen. But at this moment, he no longer had the chance. As a large amount of blood quickly gushed out of the wound, the desperate Tatar could clearly feel that his limited physical strength was rapidly disappearing at an unprecedented speed.

  With a face full of resentment, using up his last bit of strength, he shouted loudly: "Is this still the weak Ming dynasty? Why hasn't it collapsed yet..."

  Eight long spears were divided between two armored soldiers, with each getting four long spears.

  Even if a warrior in iron armor is as brave as can be, he cannot avoid the attack of four long spears coming from different directions at the same time.

  Seeing the two iron-clad warriors who posed the greatest threat to him already being stabbed to death by the long spear, Wei Zheng, who was on high alert, couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief and loudly commanded the long spearman in front of him.

  "First row, about face and march back; second row, get ready..."

  "The second row is about to launch a pincer attack..."

  The second row of eight long spears quickly thrust forward, and the three Tartar cavalrymen who followed closely behind had not yet reacted to the sudden change when the eight long spears were already thrusting straight in front of them.

  Even heavily armored ironclad warriors couldn't dodge these long spears, let alone ordinary chainmail soldiers.

  Three cuirassiers didn't even have time to react, their massive bodies clad in leather armor were pierced by the long spears.

  Despairingly seeing the blood holes on his body continuously bleeding, the three Tartars' faces quickly turned pale, and their massive bodies also fell heavily into the blood pool as the long guns were pulled out.

  Just then, Wei Zheng's increasingly excited voice of command reached his subordinates' ears once again.

  "The second row retreats with guns, the first row advances two steps and continues to thrust forward..."

  Wei Zheng almost shouted out a loud roar that shook the sky, suddenly waking everyone up from their shock.

  Wang Feng, in the front row of long gunners, saw two arrogant Tartar iron armor soldiers die so easily under his own long gun, without even having a chance to resist. Wang Feng's heart was immediately shrouded in unprecedented surprise and excitement.

  It wasn't until Wei Zheng gave the order again that Wang Feng snapped out of his surprise.

  Looking ahead, the remaining three armored soldiers of the Hu were also stunned by the bloody scene in front of them, and for a time they forgot to attack, just standing stupidly on the spot, at a loss.

  With such a good opportunity, Wang Feng, who had been eager to avenge himself against the Tartars, would certainly not let it slip.

  The order to advance had just been given, and Wang Feng immediately bellowed at the troops beside him: "What are you all standing around for? Have we finished off all the Tartars? First row of the long spear corps, take two steps forward at once, continue charging..."

  "Hmph... Hmph..."

  A series of long spear thrusts into flesh echoed on the battlefield, and two ordinary armored cavalrymen who were in a daze were directly pierced by eight long spears, creating eight large bloody holes in their bodies.

  At this time, the only remaining Tartar armored cavalryman on the battlefield finally came out of his shock. His face was quickly covered with terror and he desperately fled to the rear.

  Wei Zheng, who had always been standing in the rear, would certainly not allow any fish to slip through the net on the battlefield.

  He drew an arrow from the quiver on his back, strung it, pulled the bow and shot the arrow into the exposed back of the puma several meters in front of him with great familiarity.

  A low hum came from the pony's mouth, and the pony, which was running wildly forward, fell to the ground with a thud under the influence of inertia.