Chapter 18: Killing Tartars Again

  Twenty Manchu slaves, some holding bows and arrows, some holding big knives, and even more extreme ones, directly holding a wolf-tooth club weighing dozens of kilograms.

  Under the command of the flag-waving officer, shouting in Manchu that everyone couldn't understand, they charged into the dense forest with a loud yell.

  However, when the twenty cavalrymen really charged into the dense forest, they found that things were not as simple as they had imagined.

  The forests of this era are not like those of later times, for there is no large-scale destruction and excavation by humans, and the dense forest is full of towering trees that can be hugged by two people.

  In addition, the density of various trees is too high. At a glance, the entire field of vision is filled with tree trunks, and at most, you can see scenes within ten meters. Beyond ten meters, everything is blocked by thick and dense tree trunks.

  Twenty bandits rushed into the dense forest, and all that met their eyes were thick tree trunks, without even a shadow of a Chinese outlaw.

  "Bastard, crafty Han people, good at launching sneak attacks, have the guts to come out and engage in a decisive battle with the Manchu warriors..."

  No Han people were found, and the Tartar general directly swung his large knife towards the nearby bush to vent his anger, and loudly shouted at the empty forest in front of him.

  Perhaps in response to his curses, the angry shouting of Tuozi Baiyala had not stopped when a faint whistling sound reached Tuozi Baiyala's ears.

  Following the direction of the sound, a bandit holding a longbow was seen with a mocking smile on his face, quickly withdrawing his bow and hiding behind a large tree, continuing to flee deeper into the dense forest.

  Because this series of actions happened too quickly, by the time the archer reacted and subconsciously let out a cry of surprise, he had already been shot. After casting a glance full of regret at himself, he fell heavily in front of him.

  The archer was shot in front of himself, but the Han who launched the attack was only one. This is undoubtedly an insult and provocation to the Tartars.

  Glaring with a pair of bloodshot eyes, he fiercely split the small tree in front of him, about the thickness of a wrist, into two halves with the large knife in his hand, and then loudly bellowed at his subordinates behind him who were still in a daze.

  "Bastards, crafty Han people, I must kill you..."

  "Warriors, the cunning Han people are just ahead. I order you to immediately pursue and annihilate them..."

  With a fierce anger, the Mongolian cavalry was like a pack of angry leopards, recklessly chasing after the figure left behind by Wei Zheng.

  As the giant trees in the forest grew denser, the nineteen bandits lost their target again and were about to split up to search when Wei Zheng's fourth arrow shot out and hit another bandit archer.

  Already provoked by Wei Zhen's series of provocations, more than a dozen Tartars who had lost their minds had not yet heard the command to pursue and kill, but they rushed in the direction of the arrow shooting.

  When the Huns lost another archer, something unexpected happened.

  The dense forest around the pony suddenly became sparse. Moreover, twenty bandits holding long guns appeared suddenly in a clearing ten meters away, lined up in a row, waiting for him to arrive.

  "What are these Han people going to do? Do they think they can defeat the invincible Manchu warriors in a field battle..."

  This was the first thought that came into the mind of the Tartar when he saw what was before him.

  But this idea had just appeared in his mind, and was immediately denied by himself. Because everyone in the world knew that the Manchu warriors were invincible in field battles...

  "If they're not going to engage in a field battle with us, then what's the point of them forming such a long spear array? What kind of plot or purpose do they have?"

  Just as Bai Ya was about to stop and think, a heavily armored soldier let out a loud and arrogant shout that quickly dispelled the last bit of hesitation in his heart.

  "Warriors, since the Han people want to die here, let's fulfill their wish. Kill all the Han people and use their heads to sacrifice our dead warriors."

  "Kill all Han people..."

  A dozen or so Tartars, who had long been enraged, charged towards the pike formation without regard for their lives. The Paiza warriors, clad in double-layered iron armor, had no choice but to raise their large knives and charge towards the pike formation along with their brave comrades.

  If placed in normal times, when a dozen or so Manchu warriors charged into the Han army several meters away, under the powerful and intimidating aura of the Tartars, the Han army standing in front of everyone would definitely collapse. At that time, waiting for the Manchu warriors was to take advantage of the situation to launch a surprise attack, killing the Han army like falling flowers and flowing water.

  Just as a dozen or so Manchu warriors brandished their weapons and let out what they thought were the most intimidating roars, waiting for the Han people in front of them to collapse, something unexpected happened.

  A formation of twenty long spear holders did not collapse but instead took another step forward, leveling the tips of their spears.

  In an instant, ten long spears emitting a cold glow were lined up in front of the saddle.

  A bad premonition suddenly crept over his head like a ghost.

  But with his subordinates already rushing here, he could only continue to rush forward.

  Because once you retreat, your back will be completely exposed to the opponent's long-range attack, and you will suffer a bloody massacre at the hands of the opponent's long-range hand.

  Plucking up his courage, he loudly commanded his fellow soldiers who were also feeling a sense of foreboding: "Brave warriors, the Han people are just making an empty show of force. Their long spear formation can't withstand us. Charge forward and defeat them, kill all the Han people."

  With its double-layered iron armor, Bai Ya La swiftly charged to the front.

  As he got closer and closer to the opponent's long gun formation, the big knife in his hand was swung faster and faster.

  Several dozen kilograms of heavy knife easily parried the long spear that was thrusting towards his chest, and then Bai Ya raised the big knife in his hand again.

  He urged himself to charge forward another meter, and then he would fiercely chop down at the outstretched hands in front of him with his large knife.

  However, just as the target was about to reach him, a cold smile slowly appeared on his face. A clear and crisp long spear pierced through the iron armor sound suddenly reached his ears, followed by an unprecedented sharp pain that quickly spread throughout his body from both sides of his ribs.

  The smile on his face also solidified, and at this moment, he felt that his physical strength was disappearing at an unprecedented speed, to the point where he didn't even have the energy to take a step forward and swing his sword.

  "Ah..."

  With a final burst of energy, he let out a loud roar filled with regret.

  The Tartar's saber fell from his grasp due to loss of strength.

  When the two long spears stuck in Bayar's body were quickly pulled out, Bayar's 200-jin body was like losing its support, and it fell heavily to the ground with a loud thud.

  Bai Ya La is dead, and an iron armor soldier who was closely following Bai Ya La was also shot twice and died.

  The row of pike men behind them had barely recovered from their shock when the second row of ten long spears swiftly thrust towards their bodies.

  Two rows of long guns, with their fastest draw and holster speed, one round after another harvesting the lives of the Tartars.

  When the last few Tartars let out terrified yelps and tried to flee towards the rear, the remaining ten long spear hands had already successfully circled around behind them.

  Ten long spears were all aimed at them. A dozen or so longbowmen who had quickly gathered also drew their bows and arrows, aiming at the few remaining Tartars in the middle of the battlefield.

  Very satisfied with the battle in front of him, Wei Zheng loudly ordered: "Archers, release arrows. Long spear men, charge immediately and kill all Tartars."

  At a distance of ten meters, even if there are more than a dozen longbowmen with poor archery skills, they can easily hit the target.

  After a round of arrow rain, four bandits were shot and fell to the ground, turning into corpses.

  As for the remaining three bandits, facing the continuous attacks of everyone, they had already lost their former sharpness and edge. Under the simultaneous attack of dozens of long spear hands, they didn't even have a chance to resist, and were stabbed with several, or even more than ten, holes in their bodies, with blood gushing out continuously from the bloody holes.

  After smoothly resolving the Manchu bandits in front of him, Wei Zheng did not forget the dozens of Manchu war horses and wounded left on the mountain road.

  "Brothers, the battle is not over yet. Longbow squad, sweep the battlefield and take away everything we can use. Hurry..."

  "Brothers of the Long Gun Squad, follow me to receive the twenty plus war horses left for us by typing... Let's set out now..."

  They killed several wounded bandits on the mountain road, and left a letter to the bandit leader Niu Laozhen before leading the long spear team and longbow team out of the camp two hours later, carrying captured war horses and equipment.