Zhang Shun also laughed again, "Don't tell me that these people are civilians. I have been here for a long time. I have never seen civilians wearing weapons and uniform clothes with weapons, and I have never met the Song people who shouted Mongolianly. Zhu Qian, do you have anything to say?"

Zhu Qian's face changed drastically. He opened his mouth and began to tell the difference, but unfortunately, Zhang Shun didn't want to hear these nonsense at all. He had waved his hand again, and the tiger squat cannon behind him rang again, but this time the flowering bullet was released.

The flowering bullet had no chance to use it when it last fought against the Tartars, but this time it was just a test of its power. This shell not only contained iron nails, but also steel balls and solidified oil. When it exploded on the ground, a sudden light flashed, which made people's eyes suddenly blind. Although it was only a short moment, when they recovered their vision, a green light and shadow would appear in front of them. This thing was like a shadow cage in their hearts and could not be dispersed.

The heat wave and strong wind caused by the explosion had already knocked most of them to the ground. The heat wave cut off their skin like a steel knife, causing them to sweat suddenly on such a cold morning. The following strong wind and smoke and dust were just a slight meaning compared to the hot wind that almost suffocated them. It was just an appetizing side dish. After this moment, many people were already scared to piss, but it was really pissing.

But they were very lucky because they were not in the explosion. Compared with those men in black who were confused on the street, they were really lucky. Those who were caught in the air by heat waves and those who were seriously injured even if they fell down. Most of them were hit by iron nails with short fingers and steel balls with small bullets became leaking sieves; even those who were directly hit were torn into pieces; but these were not the worst, because the worst people were already stained with tinctures and then became fire people. At this time, they could not extinguish the flames on their bodies, and could only run around the streets, waiting for the flames to swallow them little by little.

Zhang Shun still had a smile on his face, and no one dared to look him in the eyes at this moment, because at this moment, these people who always thought he was just a water bandit suddenly remembered that when he was killing people, he was just a fool studying in the school. What did he think of him as a comparison with such a person?

Zhang Shun had made a third move. Two hundred of the three hundred soldiers behind him immediately pulled the musket from his shoulders, then put it flat on his chest, and slowly walked towards the enemies who were mostly already lying on the ground.

The muskets in their hands were already equipped with a sharp bayonet. The two-foot-long bayonets were all Mitsubishi scrapers. They were made of the same material as the blade at the front of the knife. It is now appropriate to put it in front of the musket.

Two hundred infantry soldiers had already entered the battlefield. They were not ruthless to those enemies lying on the ground and wailing. Whether they were alive, they would stab them with a bayonet, and the living would die completely, not to mention those half-dead. And if there were some people who stood up and were ready to fight for their lives, no one could get a good result, because the soldiers at the Sansan Station had already been prepared, and they would shoot without hesitation. After the crisp sound of the muskets sounded, it would be difficult for them to die.

This style of playing once again shocked the hearts of those literati. They couldn't understand why such weapons were there, and they didn't understand how these people's style of playing became like this. Three hundred people came, but just dispatched two hundred people to solve everything. This style of playing was too thrilling.

However, Zhang Shun was still the same, even if he couldn't see how surprised he was or what he was thinking in his heart at this moment. Anyway, just looking at his face, it seemed as if nothing had happened, or there was nothing happening at all, just that some people died.

The killing continued, but it was already coming to an end, because more people were kneeling on the ground honestly, their weapons had long been thrown aside, just holding their hands high, for fear that others would not see their empty hands. This was the standard action Zhang Shun asked the other prisoners to make. Although so far few people have been able to get out of Zhang Shun's prisoner camp, this kind of thing has been heard, and everyone in the Tartars knew it clearly.

This is a life-saving attitude. Only in this way can we survive. Isn’t it better than anything else? At this time, the killing does not need to continue, but these people were immediately gathered and began to clean up the battlefield. These things always need someone to do, put out fires, collect corpses, sweep the floor. If the prisoners don’t do it, will the soldiers still have to do it?

At this time, Zhang Shun finally turned his gaze to those who were already scared, and then said lightly, "Where are you? It's time for you to give me an answer."

"What answer? You are just suppressing people with power. Now your power is greater than ours. You can say whatever you want. I don't know these people, nor do you know. Maybe you arranged them in. Who doesn't know that you have a very Tartar in your hands." Zhu Qian knew that as long as he admitted it today, there would be no room for any other reversal, so he could only grit his teeth and not let someone else go.

But Zhang Shun didn't like this, but continued to smile and said, "I knew you wouldn't bow your head so simply. The confessions of these people have no value, and you wouldn't admit them either. But these bullshit letters of surrender you wrote in person are irrefutable. Han Siping, you have a close relationship with Zhu Qian, you won't even know his handwriting, let me show you, do you know me?" As he said that, he had already taken out a letter from his arms and threw it in front of Han Siping.

Han Siping picked up the letter with trembling hands, and only saw the handwriting on it clearly at a glance, and then noticed the content. Suddenly, his face looked like red pig liver, and his eyes when he looked at Zhu Qian became extremely terrifying.

"You, you, Zhu Qian, you bastard, you actually contacted the Tartars, you actually betrayed the Song Dynasty."

"Don't believe him, these are all fakes." Zhu Qian had already shouted again. He just refused to admit it anyway.

But Zhang Shun's voice sounded faintly, "How did these people enter the city? How did these letters be sent out? Do you really think it can be done without anyone knowing it? You are too arrogant to yourself."
Chapter completed!