"Are you Nikan?" In the Qing army camp where the war had subsided, Yan Fei leaned against the T72 tank and drank hot coffee, and his eyes swept toward a middle-aged strong man wearing armor in front of him tied up on the ground.

"Bah!!" Nikan, who was pressed to the ground by several musketeers, raised his head and spitted heavily in the direction of Yan Fei. "Grandpa is Nikan! If you want to kill, kill, stop talking nonsense!"

The commander of this Qing army was Ajige who had been crushed into meat paste. Ajige's deputy, the banner leader of the red flag, and Yue Tuo's grandson, Luo Keduo, escaped while Yan Fei was raiding the camp. However, he was shot to death by the pursuers who followed him.

The Nikan in front of him was Melezhangjing, who was inlaid with red flags, and the deputy banner leader. He was also the only senior Qing general who organized a group of Qing soldiers to carry out organized resistance in this battle. However, with a high-explosive grenade in the T72 tank exploding nearby, Nikan, who was shocked by the shock wave, became a prisoner.

"Yo~~~" Yan Fei smiled with a smile, "I'm quite brave."

Nikan is also a famous person in history, because Nikan, who will be promoted to Prince Heshuo Jingjin, was killed by Li Dingguo during the Battle of Hengzhou, and became the highest-level general who died in the Qing Dynasty for many years of war. It also made Li Dingguo famous for the two famous kings.

"Hmph!" Nikan, whose ears and nose were still bleeding slowly, snorting heavily and then ignored it.

Yan Fei was not angry either, and smiled and looked at the captured Baoyi and Mongolian cavalry outside the camp. At this moment, the prisoners were digging pits and digging large pits under the guards of a large number of musketeers around him.

"Congratulations to Marquis, Congratulations to Marquis!" Wang Dehua, who was hiding in the distance during the war, jogging to Yan Fei under the escort of a group of Jinyiwei, with a flattering look on his face. "Mr. Marquis has made great achievements in war, and is truly a fame as the champion!"

"Are you sick?" Yan Fei glared at Wang Dehua, "How dare you laugh at me?"

The flattering smile on Wang Dehua's face was frozen, and his stiff expression was completely unaware of what he said was wrong, so he became a mocking Yan Fei? This is really a huge word of injustice!

"Have you read history books?" Yan Fei took a sip of coffee and frowned and said, "Fenglang Juxu, which of the two champions of Yanran, isn't it a way to kill 100,000 enemies? I've just killed so many times, how can I compare with them."

"This..." Wang Dehua's face was stiff and he had no idea how to respond.

Yan Fei waved his hand and ignored the admiral of the East Factory. After drinking all the hot coffee in the thermos cup, he took out the China to order it for himself, and threw one at Ni Yuanlu, who was full of joy on the side.

"Grandmaster, this battle annihilated 20,000 Tartar slaves. This is the most glorious battle between our emperor and Ming against Tartar slaves!" Ni Yuanlu's excited expression became rosy.

Since the old slave launched a military campaign with thirteen pairs of armor, countless officers, soldiers and people of the Ming Dynasty fell into the hands of these wild boar skins, but they had never achieved any decent results. In the past, killing dozens of Tartars could be considered a great victory, but this time, more than 20,000 Tartar slaves were captured, which was an unprecedented brilliant victory!

"Not that many." Yan Fei pointed at the many Qing soldiers' corpses thrown into the pit after their heads were chopped off. "Even if the prisoners of war were added, the real Tartars were only tens of thousands. The others were not counted."

Ni Yuanlu and Wang Dehua both looked weird. Although those coat slaves were not as valuable as the real Tartars, they were also considered combatants. Not to mention the Mongols, they were Northern Territory, which was more expensive than the Tartars decades ago. But in Yan Fei's eyes, these were not even counted as war soldiers.

"There has been almost dug there, let's go over." Yan Fei saw that the big pits outside the military camp had been dug almost, and pointed at Nikan, "Take this Qing warrior over and be the first one."

This time, the raid of the military camp captured more than 10,000 prisoners of war, and they basically knelt down and surrendered after they saw that they could not escape. Most of them were the Baoyi and Mongolian cavalry. At this moment, these people were all kneeling on the ground and dared not raise their heads.

"Come on, the warrior of the Qing Dynasty, Nikanbele." After coming to the big pit outside the military camp, Yan Fei smiled and waved to Nikan, "Come on, give your subordinates a sample, and preview how you died first."

Nikan, who was struggling with force, was hit by a buttstock and was unable to resist. He was dragged to the edge of the pit and pressed down to kneel down. A musketeer stepped forward and pointed the gun at his forehead.

"Marty." Wang Dehua couldn't help but come forward to persuade him, "This Tartar is of great importance, so it's better to send it to the Taimiao of the Capital to offer victory."

Yan Fei's face darkened, and his eyes looked at him coldly. "If you talk nonsense, let you go on the road with him!"

Wang De's body trembled, and he hurriedly stepped down and never dared to say more nonsense.

"Bang!" With a gunshot, Nikan shook his body and fell backwards and fell into the big pit behind him.

"Let's start!" Yan Fei waved his hand, and a large group of Mongolian cavalry were dragged to the side of the big pit. A team of musketeers stepped forward and stood more than ten steps away from them and raised the musket in their hands.

The Mongolian cavalry began to wail and beg for mercy. Some people cried and cried, some people knelt down and begged, some people were sluggish and limp. The scene was very miserable.

"Grandmaster." Ni Yuanlu couldn't bear to speak out and persuade, "Is it too much?"

"It's too much?" Yan Fei frowned and looked at Ni Yuanlu, then pointed his hand at Zhangjiakou, which had been burned not far away. "You go and ask if the wronged souls who were slaughtered in the city are too much. You go and ask if the wronged souls of the Chinese children who died tragically in their hands over the years are too much!"

Yan Fei didn't say anything, that is, whether the unjust souls in history who died tragically after the Qing Dynasty entered the pass, would be willing to agree? Will the land of China soaked in blood be willing to agree!

Ni Yuanlu, who was deeply educated by Confucianism, thought about the inner king and the outer saint. Even if she wanted to kill prisoners, she should be sent to the capital for execution. However, after hearing Yan Fei's words, she was speechless and could only turn into a sigh.

After Ni Yuanlu left sadly, the organized prisoner killing began to proceed quickly.

Groups of prisoners of war were dragged to the big pit they dug out and shot. Then a small number of real Tartars' heads were cut off and cast a terrifying head outside the Zhangjiakou city that was massacred by Dorgon. The Mongolian cavalry and coat slaves were directly thrown into the big pit.

At this moment, Yan Fei personally witnessed the legendary Lamb Prisoner of War.

Except for the very few who have the courage to resist when death is approaching, the other prisoners of war who are waiting to be shot in line, although they cry and wail, most of them silently accept this fate. They line up helplessly like lambs and are shot.

Even the last group of people were forcibly ordered to fill the soil pit and cast Jingguan.

The Confucian strategy of fooling the people over the past thousand years has melted the national blood and become the real lamb.

The army of more than 20,000 people led by Azige was defeated in less than a day. Except for a very few lucky people who escaped by chance, most of the soldiers were wiped out in this battle.

In addition to the main force of the inlaid red flag and some of the soldiers and horses of the Zhenglan flag, the Mongolian cavalry unit composed of dozens of Mongolian tribes was originally planned to follow the Qing soldiers into the pass and rob and kill beautiful women and Han people's wealth and food. However, he did not expect that his feet would stay here forever as soon as he stepped into the land of the Han people!

Among the senior generals of the Qing army, Ajige, Nikan and others all escaped and were buried here. The heads of Taiji from various Mongolian tribes disappeared under the horizon.

Yan Fei's side was a quick surprise attack and the strong crushing of equipment made the battle loss very small.

The first wave of more than 500 heavy-load trucks equipped with steel plates carried thousands of soldiers wearing bulletproof vests into the Qing army camp, directly driving the Qing army into huge chaos. Immediately after the second and third waves of more vehicles carrying soldiers' doors, the battlefield was already cleared like autumn wind sweeping away fallen leaves.

With the protection of the truck and wearing bulletproof vests, Yan Fei's only two or three hundred soldiers died in battle due to a critical point such as overturning accident and being shot into the throat by sharp arrows.

Even in chaos, the Qing soldiers' bows and arrows were still sharp. The skillful bows and horses were not exaggerated, and they were completely different from those Qing soldiers who only knew how to walk birds in later generations.

As for a small number of wounded soldiers, they are not in danger of life with the support of a powerful modern medical system.

The nearly 100-to-1 loss rate made Ni Yuanlu and Wang Dehua completely stunned. These were regular Tartars and Northern Gate, not those refugees who couldn't stand firmly. In the past, the Ming army was defeated by Tartar slaves, and they really didn't expect that Yan Fei's troops were already so powerful.

The army in the cold weapon era could not confront modern firearmed troops in any case, not to mention that Yan Fei also brought a modern killer such as the T72 tank. This made Yan Fei feel dissatisfied with it, and the loss was still much greater.

This is actually because Yan Fei adopted a melee method such as raid, which exposed a large number of soldiers to the Qing soldiers. If it was a field long-range gunfire, the number of casualties would definitely be much smaller.

"The crops here should grow very well next year." Looking at the large pit that had been filled and the hideous Jingguan, Yan Fei's eyes changed, and finally shook his head slightly and walked towards the T72 tank.

An extended heavy trailer slowly drove over, and the driver of the T72 drove the tank steadily onto the trailer.

After the matter here is over, Yan Fei is preparing to go to Shanhaiguan. The distance along the way is not very close. Yan Fei dared not guarantee whether his second-hand tank can last for such a long time without breaking down. He might as well use trailer transportation for long distance transportation.

After cleaning up the partial divisions of Ajige, the next step is to go to Shanhaiguan to fight the main force of the Qing Dynasty and the Guanning Army.

Of course, the Guanning Army now claims to be the Ming army at least on the surface. Wu Sangui even sent waves of envoys to find Yan Fei, indicating that the Qing army was approaching Shanhaiguan, and the situation was extremely critical and begging Yan Fei to come to help as soon as possible.
Chapter completed!