Chapter 71: Tartars! Shandong actually has Tartars!

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  The pirate didn't think he'd be stabbed to death in an instant, and with a sense of injustice, he clutched his chest which was gushing blood. His eyes were wide open, staring fixedly at Zhang Zhun, as if unable to believe the reality before him. In the end, his gaze completely dimmed, and he fell down, incredulous.

  Zhang Zhun suddenly felt that the other person was a bit strange, how could his forehead be so shiny, and he had a pigtail? And these clothes on him... seemed to be made of leather, the workmanship was very rough, it should have been sewn together with simple thread.

  Zhang had an epiphany.

  "Could this be the Tartars?"

  Unexpectedly ran into a Tartar here?

  He walked up to the pirate's corpse, observing him carefully. Indeed, his forehead was completely bald except for a long braid at the back... He wore thin leather armor... Although the workmanship of the leather armor was extremely rough, it was undoubtedly genuine... Bald head, braid, and leather armor...

  Suddenly, Zhang Quan quickly returned to the side of the thatched hut where he had just been and took off the hat of the pirate archer. Sure enough, the other person's forehead was also bald, with only a pigtail left at the back. When he stripped off his outer clothes, he found that he was wearing leather armor underneath.

  Damn it!

  Is it really a Tartar?

  He actually met Tartars on the ground in Shandong?

  How could the Xianbei have infiltrated Shandong?

  Li Jiaxi also felt that something was wrong, carefully examined the corpses on the ground, and curiously asked: "Captain, aren't these Tartars? I heard old people say that Tartars are all bald. It seems that except for Tartars, no one is bald?"

  Zhang said coldly: "It's still can't be confirmed now."

  Actually, Zhang Zhun had already confirmed that these people were the Hou Jin Tatars, but he couldn't understand why they would appear in Shandong. The current Dengzhou Prefecture and Dongjiang Town are all under the control of the Ming army, so it's impossible for the Tatars to come here openly.

  Suddenly, a shout came from afar, "Tartar! Tartar! There's a Tartar here!"

  Zhang Zhun waved his hand and immediately led Li Jiaxi and others to rush over.

  As expected, in front of Yang Qianqiang, there were about twenty guards surrounding three men with shaved foreheads, long braids and wearing leather armor. Their weapons were special curved knives, thinner, longer and more curved than the waist knives used by the Ming army. The pirate who tried to behead him earlier also used such a curved knife!

  There is no doubt that these people must be Tatars from Liaodong!

  Others absolutely don't have pig tails!

  Yang Qian shouted angrily: "The Tartars actually ran to Maojia Village to wreak havoc!"

  This sentence sparked everyone's anger.

  No one had expected that these sudden "pirates" would turn out to be Tartars!

  If there's anything that can be more hateful than Wang Shixin, it must be the Tartars. The military households of Fushan Village had sent many people to Liaodong to fight against the Tartars in those years. Yang Kaidi, Zhang Laosi and their group, for example, had over 500 men, but less than 30 returned. It's easy to imagine how much they hated the Tartars.

  At this time, a soldier from the guard team rushed over from afar and reported to Zhang Zhun: "Captain, we also found three Tatars on our side. The team leader asked me to come and ask for instructions, whether to capture them alive or not."

  Zhang nodded and said coldly, "Tell your team leader to handle it as he sees fit. Try to capture one or two of them alive if possible. But if you can't, don't show any mercy, just kill them!"

  The warrior of the guard nodded and left.

  Yang Qianjiang ordered the surrounding guards: "Try to capture them alive!"

  The guardsmen around him, holding long spears horizontally, further compressed the encirclement.

  Zhang Zhun grasped the trident and slowly walked in front of the three bandits.

  Unexpectedly, there was a Tartar appearing in Shandong, and he certainly had to ask what was going on.

  Three Tartars were surrounded, yet they showed no signs of terror. The three men formed a triangular formation, shielding each other, with their curved knives pointing outward in unison. Just by looking at them, you could tell that they were seasoned veterans who had fought many battles together. That calm and icy gaze was something that couldn't be faked.

  "Where are you from?" Zhang Jun asked solemnly, "What brings you here?"

  Three Tartars did not answer.

  I don't know if he didn't understand or just didn't want to answer.

  "Get moving!"

  Zhang Zuon's cold and stern voice rang out.

  The warriors of the guard immediately stepped forward with long spears in hand.

  Pierce!

  Once more!

  Once again!

  The sound of ding-dong is endless.

  That was the sound of a curved sword chopping on top of a long spear.

  These old Tatar soldiers were indeed calm and composed, not fearing the guard's siege at all. The curved knives continued to chop down, trying to cut off the long spears. This kind of thing is very common on the Liaodong front line. Even if it was a high-quality musket, it would be easily chopped off by the Tatar's curved knife.

  The curved knife of the Tartar was indeed ferocious, with great force. If it were an ordinary long spear, the gun handle would have been cut off. However, the long spears used by the guards were all made of pure iron and had no wooden handles. The Tartar continuously swung his knife, all cutting on the tempered iron, wanting to cut it off was not easy.

  "Pffft!"

  Since the curved knife can't cut off the ever-growing spear, it's time for the Tartar cup.

  Dozens of long spears shot out together, condensing the warriors' full strength, which was naturally fierce and unparalleled. The daily 3,000 times of stabbing and killing training were not a joke. Those who besieged the Tatars were basically all veterans, with astonishing lethality.

  As a result, the three Tartars were all pierced through with multiple long spears, each of them having at least three spears crossing over their bodies, bleeding profusely, and it seemed they wouldn't survive. Although they were brave and fearless of death, after all, they were too few in number and also at a disadvantage in terms of weapons.

  "Day!"

  Yang Qianqiang cried out in a loud voice.

  He also called for leaving some alive, how come they all ended up dead?

  These bandits ran to Shandong to do evil, definitely with inside information. If they could be captured alive, perhaps many pieces of intelligence could be obtained from them. Now that they have all been killed, no intelligence can be obtained at all. If there are still bandits appearing in other places, it will be dangerous.

  "Whatever, just kill me then!"

  "It's useful to cut off human heads."

  Zhang Zhun said with indifference.

  As for the death of these Tatars, Zhang is not sorry at all. It would be best to capture some alive, but even if no one is captured, it doesn't matter. The old nest of the Tatars is in Liaodong, as long as Liaodong is flattened, what's to fear that these Tatars will fly into the sky?

  The guardsmen killed three Tartars with swift and deadly efficiency, and Zhang was still very pleased. Don't look at the Tartars' arrogance, they are just humans after all, and can be killed just the same. As long as there is enough courage, enough confidence, enough training, and enough equipment, defeating the Tartars isn't a difficult task. I believe that after this battle, the guardsmen's morale will definitely rise to another level... If even Tartars can be defeated, what other enemies are still considered enemies?

  Yang Qianqiang waved his hand, and three guardsmen drew their waist knives, went forward and beheaded the Tazi's head. This was the first time the Guards had killed a Tazi, everyone felt very fresh, and they all came over to watch, admiring endlessly. As for the Tazi's pigtail, they also felt extremely curious.

  At this time, the battle on Yin Fengyi's side had also ended. The three Tartars were also killed, and not a single one was left alive. In fact, as soon as the warriors made their move, it was the most ruthless assassination, how could there be any survivors? Moreover, judging from the situation, the Tartars would not let themselves become prisoners of the guard team either. To be fair, they were still very fierce, and if they were to fight one-on-one, the guard team might not be their opponent!

  Couldn't catch the living mouth, it doesn't matter, Zhang Zhun waved his hand and let the soldiers continue to search around. Maybe in some corners, there are still Tatars hiding. At the same time, Zhang Zhun reminded the soldiers to be careful of the Tatar archers. The Tatar archers were really formidable, if not careful, it would lead to big mistakes.

  Actually, Zhang Zhun had already discovered that the number of Tatars who broke into Maojia Village was very small, at most only about ten people. The others did not have shaved foreheads or queues either. These people should be the accomplices of the Tatars, namely the Han traitors whom later generations would hate the most. However, it was strange that Zhang Zhun and his men could not understand what these people were saying either, nor did they know where they came from.

  "Seize him!"

  Suddenly, someone shouted loudly.

  It was Peng Bo's voice.

  Zhang Zhun hurried over and was delighted to find that Peng Bo and his men had already captured a Tartar alive.

  Perhaps this Tatar was a bit older, and his fighting strength was not as good as the others. Perhaps he was just too unlucky, and was hit by Peng Bo's sneak attack, which directly broke his leg. Or perhaps his movements were too slow, and he didn't have time to commit suicide. In short, he was pressed to the ground by the swarming soldiers. The soldiers then found some rope and tied him up securely. A large piece of dirty cloth was also stuffed into the Tatar's mouth.

  At the same time, three people who followed this Tatar to fight were also captured. They are not Tatars, looking a bit like Han people, but they can't understand Chinese and don't know what kind of people they are. Their courage is obviously not as strong as that of the Tatars. After being captured by the guards, they are all trembling with fear, kneeling on the ground and shouting loudly, which should be begging for mercy. However, the guards simply ignore them. Everyone's attention is focused on this captured Tatar.

  Li Jiaxi's temper was quite violent, and he immediately kicked the Tartar to the ground. Zhang Zhun shook his head and stopped Li Jiaxi's rough behavior. He wasn't feeling sorry for the Tartar, but rather worried that Li Jiaxi would use too much force and kick the Tartar to death. After finally capturing a Tartar alive, they were just about to interrogate him, and it wouldn't be too late to kill him after getting the information.

  Zhang Zhun pulled out the dirty rag from the mouth of the Tartar.

  "Chirp, chirp!"

  What the Tartar said was in Manchu, and no one could understand it.

  However, looking at the tone of the Tartar's speech and the expression on his face, it is clear that he is very dissatisfied. If he hadn't been tied up by the five-flower rope, he would have continued to fight with the guard team. It's no wonder he's unhappy. Probably, he wouldn't even dream that he was captured alive by a group of guards! These people aren't even regular soldiers of the Ming Dynasty! And the Tartars have never been afraid of the regular army of the Ming Dynasty!

  Zhang Zhun frowned and said: "First, let's take control of him!"

  This Tartar is so ferocious, now that the interrogation has begun, it's definitely impossible to get any information out of him. Let's put it off for now. Once a Tartar falls into his own hands, his fate is no longer in his own control. Wanting not to speak is absolutely impossible. What are the Ten Great Tortures of the Qing Dynasty? Those were invented by the Tartars themselves, using their own methods to govern them, which is most appropriate.