Fang Guoan sneered: "Education? It depends on what kind of barbarian it is!"

Lu Qi said: "Didn't the Duke of Chu often say that those who enter barbarians are barbarians, and those who enter Chinese are Chinese? Even Jiannu, the Mongolian Tartars can educate them."

"Jiannu, the Mongolian Tartars can be educated!" Fang Guoan sneered, "But these people look completely different from us, they are Kunlun slaves. What do you use to educate them? Do they understand what you say? These people are even more barbarians than barbarians!"

Wu Liuqi also said: "That's right, when I was in Guangzhou, I heard from Franji people that many of these Kunlun slaves were still cannibals! Do you know about cannibals? They just roast the prisoners with fire and eat them! These people are similar to monkeys. How do you educate them? The only way to deal with them is to kill those who are disobedient and stay and be slaves if you are obedient!"

"Yes! I agree with General Wu! Those who are not my race will have different hearts! These cannibals are not something you literati can educate." Even Chen Hongfan stood up to express his support, after all, he is also a military general.

"We cannot take such a barbaric approach!" Zhang Bingzhen sighed, "If we do this, then what is the difference between us and barbarians?"

Chen Hongfan snorted coldly: "If you scholars don't listen to our kind advice, you can try it!"

Afterwards, Fan Xiang took a scholar and volunteered to negotiate with the local indigenous people.

But not long after, I saw Fan Xiang running back alone, and the scholar who followed him did not come back.

"Mr. Fan, what's going on?" Zhang Bingzhen asked.

"Mr. Zhang was captured by them! They planned to roast Mr. Zhang and eat it! Fortunately, I ran fast, otherwise I would have been caught by them and cooked it!" Fan Xiang said angrily.

"Things have reached this point. You scholars still want to educate them?" Chen Hongfan asked.

"No matter what, let's rescue Mr. Zhang first!" Wu Liuqi said angrily, "Our Ming people came here, and they were not barbecued by them, the barbarians!"

"Okay, let's take Mr. Zhang first. As for what to do next, it's a matter for the future. Should I save people first." Even Zhang Bingzhen agreed to use force to save people.

Wu Liuqi said: "Wealth is our necessary guarantee. If we do not conquer them, how can you educate them? Only when we conquer these barbarians first can we educate them!"

"Why do you talk so much nonsense? Go and save people first!" Zhang Bingzhen said anxiously.

Wu Liuqi's army was just a navy, and King Lu's army was not an elite, but it was still no problem to deal with those barbaric cannibals.

Fang Guoan personally led two thousand Ming troops, with two hundred knives card players as the leader, eight hundred spearmen behind, five hundred crossbowmen and five hundred bird gunmen behind, and stormed at the tribe of the natives in a mighty manner.

At this time, in the tribe of the natives, a group of natives with only leaves surrounding their waists were dancing, beating drums made of animal skins. A priest with feathers on his head was muttering, and the clothes on the scholar who was caught had been removed. A bonfire was lit on the side. Several strong natives were grinding stone knives, preparing to open the prisoner's belly, and there was water next to him. Perhaps after cleaning up the internal organs, they put the person on the fire to roast them.

"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!" The sentinels of the natives ran to report to their chief in an indigenous language that the Han people could not understand at all.

"Welcome the enemy first and defeat the enemy!" the chief stood up and shouted loudly.

With the command of the chief, more than 5,000 native people shouted and rushed out of the woods.

"Let the array and prepare to face the enemy!" Fang Guoan shouted.

The two thousand Ming troops were arranged in neat formations, with swords and card players in front, and behind were spearmen, crossbowmen and bird gunners. The bird gunners had loaded ammunition and lit the fuse; the crossbowmen had put strings on and loaded crossbow arrows.

"Stay calm, don't let go too quickly!" Fang Guoan asked his personal soldiers to send orders to the remote soldiers behind him.

When the two sides were about one hundred steps away, the officer in charge of commanding the crossbowman gave the order: "Let go!"

The crossbowmen raised their crossbows one after another, aimed at the natives rushing towards the chaos in front of them, and pressed down the hanging knife. Only a row of bowstrings were heard. Five hundred arrows covered the sky and woven into a black net in the air, covering the heads of the natives rushing towards them.

Suddenly screams came one after another, and the natives rushing over fell one after another. The shields in their hands were useless. The simple shields were covered with wood as skeletons, and a layer of animal skin was covered with. Under the attack of the powerful crossbow, they were as vulnerable as paper. The powerful crossbow arrow shot through the shield and nailed the people behind to the ground.

"It's strange, why don't the natives use log shields? But they use this kind of animal skin shield?" Zhang Bingzhen asked strangely.

"Do they have iron nails to nail the log shield?" Wu Liuqi sneered.

These indigenous people were still primitive people in the Neolithic Age. They could not make copper nails, not to mention iron nails. There are only two ways to make log shields. One is to nail several pieces of wood together; the other is to choose a whole piece of wood. The first method they can't do it, and the second method they can't do it, because they need to cut down very thick trees and then cut off pieces of wood from them. With their technical conditions, they can't do it at all.

So these natives used animal glue to glue the wooden strips into a shield skeleton, and then covered with animal skins to make the simplest animal skin shield.

However, the attack speed of the crossbow was much slower than that of the bow, and the crossbowmen who fired a round of crossbow arrows began to load nervously. At this time, the natives had already rushed into fifty steps.

Fang Guoan yelled: "Let me go!"

The bird gunmen walked forward one after another, picked up the bird gun, and pointed it at the rushing natives and pulled the trigger.

"Boom boom boom" bird guns sprayed out slender tongues of flames, white smoke filled the air, and a large row of native people's blood splashed everywhere, falling down in pieces.

"They have fire-breathing tubes!"

"It's a magic trick!"

"It's not a magic trick. They are like those white people, holding fire-breathing tubes in their hands!"

The morale of the natives suddenly collapsed and they turned around and ran away.

"Kill!" Fang Guoan roared, and rushed up with fifty personal soldiers.

When they found that the Ming army was chasing, the native archers turned their heads to shoot arrows. However, their bows were crude soft bows, and the arrows that were shot out were beast bone arrows, which were shot on the Ming cavalry. Not to mention whether they could shoot armor, even thicker clothes could not penetrate. No matter how poor the military equipment of Fang Guoan was, his servants also had armor on them, and war horses also had armor. People and horses were not something that simple bows and arrows could deal with.

The Ming cavalry broke into the indigenous people, and the war horses hit and trampled, and the cavalry slashed the sabers in their hands, and they broke out into a bloody path among the indigenous people who fled in all directions.

The infantry also followed, and the knife player rushed in front and slashed. The spearmen behind stabbed the spear again and again, and the bird gunner and crossbowmen also followed, aimed at the fleeing natives and carried out accurate point shooting.

Soon, the Ming army chased into the village of the natives. Under the command of Fang Guoan and Wu Liuqi, the Ming army launched a massacre. Whether men, women, young and old, as long as they saw the natives, they would stab to death or look at the head with one knife. There were also some natives who climbed up trees and shot arrows, who were shot down from the tree by Ming army bird gunners like birds.

"I can't beat it, surrender!" The natives threw away their ragged weapons and knelt on the ground to surrender to the Ming army.
Chapter completed!