"The Huaxia Army is here." A terrible scream alarmed the Houjin army, who was still in a stunned state.

At this time, except for a small number of survivors who were gathered and organized by the scattered Jurchen officers, most of the survivors were still lying on the ground to regain their senses.

Hearing this shout, the entire Houjin camp was silent for a moment, and then, for a moment, like a school of fish that had been hit by a catfish, it immediately exploded.

Many of the Houjin troops, who had been frightened by the shelling, knelt on the ground tremblingly, did not dare to move, and quietly waited for the arrival of the Huaxia army.

He was unwilling to be a prisoner, but he was frightened by the shelling just now, and immediately fled.

And some stupid and bold people who were depressed by the shelling just now, thinking that the Huaxia Army was relying on artillery to bully people and were quite confident in their melee ability, picked up the weapons at hand and prepared to counterattack.

More than 3,000 Huaxia troops, holding all kinds of rifles and bayonets, approached the Houjin camp step by step.

For those who surrendered, the soldiers were not embarrassed, searched their bodies, and after confirming that there were no weapons, they strung them together in groups of 30 ropes, and let the two soldiers send them to the rear one after the other.

They didn't care about the escapees, these guys were not under the control of the infantry, and there were cavalry units on the periphery to greet them.

At this point, most of the infantry's task was to sweep away the remnants of the resistance and completely dismantle the armed forces in the camp.

Although no one has carried out such a large-scale artillery bombardment in this era, people have the ability to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages, and under the bombardment of artillery fire, as long as they are not killed at the first time, they all invariably drill into the trench.

Therefore, up to now, when the Huaxia army is cleaning up the resistance forces, it is basically facing the enemy hiding in the trenches.

The Huaxia army slowly cleaned up one trench after another, and the general procedure was to surrender first, after all, if the soldiers could surrender without a fight, it would be a great thing.

After the surrender failed, the experienced veterans would not rush into the trench recklessly, they would usually stop the recruits who were eager to make meritorious contributions, and then, casually take out a grenade and open the way.

Tara Ni, along with several Houjin soldiers, was hiding around the corner of the trench with bows and arrows, waiting for the Huaxia army to come up, he was a veteran Houjin diehard.

In recent years, with several battles between the Later Jin and the Ming Dynasty, after the "feat" of breaking through the array of thousands of Ming troops with hundreds of people, these old guys are full of contempt for the Han people.

Even if the bombardment just now shocked the world and cried ghosts and gods, his heart swayed, but the "profound" image left on him by the inland army of the Ming Dynasty still made him disdain the close combat ability of the Han people.

He and some other veterans of the same experience believed that they could not extricate themselves from the false myth of the invincibility of the post-gold man.

Although Huaxia is not a Ming country, they believe that it is also a country established by the Han people, and there will be no change in these people, not to mention that the leader of the Han people who established the Huaxia Kingdom was still captured by Houjin in the past.

Tara Ni quietly looked around at the people around him, and then touched the wet pants under the robe, and felt embarrassed in his heart, he wanted to wash away the ugliness of being scared to pee his pants just now with the blood of the Han people.

However, before the Huaxia army could enter his charging distance, he saw a round iron lump billowing green smoke not far from his feet.

The Houjin Tartars who fought with the Huaxia Army in Korea basically knew what this thing was, but these Houjin troops in the Liaodong region had never seen it.

However, looking at the flickering sparks and smelling the familiar smell of gunsmoke, any battlefield veteran knows that this is not a good thing, of course, from the enemy's point of view.

He guessed that this thing must be filled with gunpowder, and once it bursts, it will definitely not be small.

At this moment, the combat quality and character fully reflected the differences of everyone present.

There was a Houjin soldier who was closer to the grenade, and subconsciously used his hand to get the grenade, as if he wanted to go back and use this method to protect his comrades.

And the battlefield sense of smell cultivated by a hundred battles made Tara mud rush to the side the moment he saw this thing.

The moment Tara's mud body took off, the grenade exploded, and although the huge sound was not as shocking as the cannonball, when it exploded around him, the sound wave that exceeded the endurance of the human eardrum was still not bad.

In the shocking explosion, a wave of air shook Tara mud to the ground, and she couldn't get up for a long time.

He clearly saw that the moment the unknown round weapon exploded, it was like a pair of invisible giant hands, playing with the soldier who was about to pick it up between applause.

The soldier flew up from the ground like a rag doll, cracking apart in mid-air and turning into pieces, a large cloud of blood spraying out along with the severed limbs, and the hand that had been mutilated landed right at Tara's feet.

All the soldiers present were like ducks choked by the throat, wanting to scream but unable to make any sound, wanting to listen, but bleeding ears, unable to hear any sound, wanting to see a bloody sight, unable to see anything.

A soldier was frightened and fluttered in the blood-colored mud and tried to stand up, but found that his legs and feet were so weak that he couldn't stand up, and he couldn't use half of his strength, and then they found that their bodies were in a lot of pain, and after the pain that seemed to be broken all over their bodies, their breathing gradually weakened, and finally, they died.

Tara Ni first watched an old friend crumble into scum in front of him, and then, several more comrades died in a circle around him like mud.

He couldn't suppress the fear in his heart anymore, opened his mouth, and roared hysterically, as if he wanted to vent all the bad emotions he had encountered today.

However, in the ears of the soldiers of the Huaxia Army who were slowly approaching with their rifles, this was not a roar at all, and in their ears, only a burst of intermittent breathing was heard, as if it was the breathing of a dying person after the lobe of his lung had been pierced.

Tara Ni watched a bright bayonet approach with a cold light, and his hand subconsciously tightened the ancestral bow, and then, as if it were an electric shock, it was released, and it flicked twice into the distance.

At this moment, he no longer thinks about washing away the shame, nor does he think about the invincible bullshit myth of the post-Jin Man, he seems to be as helpless as the innocent Han woman who has been trembling under his body and being ravaged by him for more than ten years.

He waited for the soldiers of the Huaxia Army to arrest him, and he was willing to exchange all the gold and silver he had stolen in the past few decades for his life.

However, the Chinese soldiers ignored him and went straight to the second trench.

It was only then that Tara Ni felt a chill on his body, and life seemed to be moving away from him.

Tara's arms stretched straight into the sky, scratching unwillingly, until he let out a bellows pull and exhaled the last breath in his chest.