Chapter 29 Mao Gui "The commander-in-chief personally takes action, and of course he is invincible."
All the Mongolian and Han staff had some knowledge of the art of war.
From the Xuzhou Red Scarf's performance on the battlefield, it can be seen that this is a group of ants who are seriously lacking in training.
So everyone thinks that Xuzhou is within easy reach.
They all bent down and chanted loudly.
"Yes."
Wu Labuhua nodded again with a smile, shook the reins, and took the lead to lean towards the back of his own military formation.
He is one of the four dogs in Genghis Khan's tent, and another direct descendant of the Archer.
The enthusiasm for war is inherited in his bones.
Even though he has read a lot of Confucian classics, he is still so excited every time he leads troops into battle.
Under the protection of Wu La Buhua's personal soldiers, the staff quickly approached their own military formation on war horses.
Then relying on the tacit understanding developed by following An Qian and Ma Hou for many years, together with Wu La Buhua, they stopped about eighty steps away from the military formation.
This distance, if converted into the time and space where Zhu Dapeng was originally located, would be one hundred and twenty meters.
It will not affect the actions of the soldiers at the front, but can also send out orders in time and adjust the battle plan.
Immediately afterwards, some soldiers pushed over several specially-made high-carts from the military camp, adjusted the angle slightly, and skillfully put the high-carts together to form a five-meter-square, more than one-foot-high military platform.
Wu LaBuHua jumped off his mount, was supported by his own soldiers, walked up the special steps, and personally placed the crimson flag of the general in the round hole in the center of the high platform.
"We must win, we must win, we must win."
When the soldiers saw the flag raised, they immediately shouted at the top of their lungs.
In an instant, all the Mongolian and Yuan soldiers shouted, "We must win, we must win, we must win," "We must win, we must win, we must win," "We must win, we must win."
They all bared their teeth and claws, full of confidence.
Brother Tuntuo, a member of the Mongolian household who was ordered to pass the message for Wu Labuhua, also arrived in front of the rebel formation with ten men with loud voices.
Having learned the lesson from the previous provocateur who was nailed to the ground by Sesame Lee, this time, he consciously led the horse's head from a distance of about 150 steps.
Then he raised his voice and shouted repeatedly: "Listen, Sesame Li, my commander-in-chief told you not to worry.
Slowly organize the team.
When the team is organized, it will not be too late to go forward and die."
"Listen, Sesame Li, my commander-in-chief told you not to be in a hurry.
Slowly organize the team.
When the team is organized, it will not be too late to go forward and die."
Ten loud-voiced Mongolian cavalry followed Brother Yetuntuo Behind them, everyone raised their voices and repeated loudly in very fluent Chinese.
"We must win, we must win, we must win."
"We must win, we must win, we must win."
After hearing this, the soldiers of the Mongolian Yuan Dynasty immediately shouted more and more enthusiastically, as if the opposite side was occupied by cattle and sheep, and they could be slaughtered at will.
When the soldiers of the Xuzhou Army heard this, their morale would inevitably be somewhat affected.
They could see clearly the Rakshasa ghost soldiers on the opposite side, and they did have shadows in the sunlight.
But the figure and military appearance of the ghost soldiers made them feel ashamed.
They are both human beings, but the opponent is nine feet away.
Even the strongest ones on their side, such as Peng Da, the commander of the rear army, and Zhu Bayi, the commander of the left army, are only about eight and a half feet tall, which is shorter than the opponent.
Soldier, you have to lower your head half way.
Looking at each other, each of the ghost soldiers was wearing a half-length iron armor.
They were not made by any skilled craftsmen.
The entire chest part was actually a complete piece, shining brightly in the sun.
It is connected with shoulder pads, crotch pads and leg pads to completely cover all the vital parts of the body.
Even the huge soles of the feet were worn with a pair of large boots covered with iron.
They looked thick and heavy and could easily dig holes into the ground.
Those troops that were not covered by armor, such as forearms, lower legs, etc., were completely exposed to the air.
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It's the end of November, and it doesn't feel cold at all.
The one-inch-long golden body hair stands on end, like a hedgehog wearing only armor.
As for the Xuzhou Army, most of them only wore thick cloth waistcoats.
Even the general's personal soldiers and a handful of elites only wore pigskin armor at most.
The convection arrow may still have some protective power, but when it comes to the short blade in the hands of the Rakshasa ghost soldier, it will definitely be like paper.
"Mao Gui, come out and stop the enemy's majesty."
Sesame Li keenly felt that the morale on his side was declining rapidly.
He quickly pulled out a temporary red flag and handed it to the former military commander Mao Gui.
In his hand, "Kill that man and let Wu Labuhua take a look at my Jianghuai man."
"Nuo" Mao Gui, the former military commander, bowed to accept the order, strode out of the line with a red tassel gun in tow.
While walking towards the clamoring Mongolian households, he shouted with a smile: "You talkative coward, stop yelling.
If you have the ability, come over here and let Master Mao take your head."
"You!"
Brother Yiton Mo was shouting proudly, but he didn't expect Sesame Li to randomly send someone who didn't even have a horse to challenge him.
After being stunned for a moment, anger suddenly arose in his heart, "If you are looking for death, then I will help you."
After that, he also asked his coach for instructions, knocked his legs in the stirrups, and rushed directly towards Mao Gui's head.
"Damn it!"
Wu LaBuHua saw clearly the scene in front of the two armies and couldn't help but frown again.
Sesame Li obviously wanted to use formations to kill enemy generals to boost morale.
Brother Yetunmo actually dared to accept the challenge without asking for instructions.
However, Mingjin calling Brother Yetunmo back at this moment will definitely have a negative impact on morale.
Therefore, after hesitating for a moment, he decisively ordered, "beat the drum to cheer for Brother Yetunmo."
"Boom, boom, boom" the thunderous drums sounded again.
All the Meng Yuan soldiers stopped shouting and all looked at Brother Yetunmo.
Two generals duel, this scene can only be imagined by Mr.
Pinghua in the teahouse.
If it were on any other regular battlefield, everyone wouldn't have the chance to broaden their horizons like this.
In thousands of pairs of eyes full of expectation, Brother Yetunmo, who was dressed in fine steel lotus leaf armor, held up his Bailian long sword, like a fierce ghost crawling out of hell, wearing only half of the armor and holding a wooden handle.
The ant thief with the red tassel gun pounced.
The movements of man and horse are skillful and harmonious, and every movement reveals strength and beauty.
Looking at the ant thief who was facing off against Brother Yetunmo, he was obviously timid before fighting.
The red tassel gun in his hand was dangling from side to side, unable to hold it in a straight line at all.
In just a blink of an eye, Brother Yetunmo had already rushed in front of his opponent.
With a loud shout from his mouth, "Hey", the Bailian long sword flew down with the speed of the horse, striking a line of lightning in the sun.
"Okay."
All the Meng Yuan soldiers cheered in unison, raising their eyes, ready to see the beautiful sight of a human head flying into the air with blood and water.
However, to their disappointment, no trace of blood was seen in the air.
Instead, Brother Mo himself suddenly seemed to be drunk, swaying on the horse, swaying, and letting the horse take him out.
After walking dozens of steps, he still didn't hold the reins.
"Ah" the cheers turned into exclamations, and all the Meng Yuan soldiers blinked their eyes desperately to get to the bottom of it.
I saw the ant thief whose head should have been missing a long time ago smiled and shook his red cloak, strode after him from behind, stretched out his hand and gave him a gentle push.
"Plop" Brother Yetunmo's body fell off the horse like a rotten tree, and large pools of dirty blood came out of his mouth.
The ant thief grabbed the ownerless war horse, jumped up, put the gun in his hand, and saluted the Meng Yuan soldiers from a distance, "Thank you, Master Yushi, for sending someone to send Ma Maogui to you.
This is so polite."
"Thank you, the Censor, for sending someone to deliver the horse to your door.
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Thank you, the Censor, for sending someone to deliver the horse to your door."
The Xuzhou Army officers laughed and repeated Mao Gui's words over and over again.
The morale that had just been knocked down instantly rose to the extreme.
The ten Mongolian cavalrymen led by Brother "Revenge" Yetun who were responsible for shouting the words recovered from the shock.
At the same time, they urged their mounts to rush over, hoping to win with more.
Under Li Shuai's banner, Zhima immediately rushed out ten of the most agile scouts, stopped them halfway, and fought with them on the battlefield.
The outcome can be determined almost in a few clicks.
The ten loud-voiced Mongolian cavalry were careless in underestimating the enemy, and their morale was greatly affected by the death of Brother Yetunmo.
In fact, during the first confrontation, four of them were hacked to death by Zhima Li's scouts.
As for the scouts, only two fell off their horses, and one person had a dazzling red on his shoulder.
"Follow me."
Mao Gui, the former military commander, shook his reins, led the remaining eight scouts, and once again pounced on the six Mongolian cavalry in the center of the battlefield.
The remaining six cavalrymen with loud voices were frightened by the killing.
Seeing that there was another killer among their opponents, they screamed in fright, turned their horses and fled.
"Uh-huh," Meng Yuan coach Wu Labuhua frowned and snorted loudly.
"Send the order and kill without mercy" "Woo" an angry horn sound sounded on the stage.
In the middle of the Mongolian cavalry team, more than 30 strong men were immediately saved.
To meet the cavalry with a loud voice who fled back to the main formation would be a slap in the face.
"Sure!"
The screams suddenly stopped.
Six bloody heads were chopped off, carried on spears, and displayed back and forth in front of the Yuan army's own formation.
All the Meng Yuan soldiers looked at it and shuddered.
No one wants to cower in the next battle and end up dying in humiliation under military law.
The Mongolian and Han staff on the stage were flattering each other, "As the saying goes, kindness does not control the army.
The commander-in-chief behaves like this, like the ancient grandson and Wu Yifeng."
"Exactly, exactly, seven bans and fifty-four beheadings, how can it differ from person to person?
Kill well, kill well.
Such cowardly and incompetent people cannot be left in the army."
"Uh-huh," Wu LaBuHua frowned like old tree bark and continued to snort with a livid face.
Although he had long expected that Brother Yetunmo might die because of his carelessness, he never expected that this person would die so happily.
Unexpectedly, he turned into a corpse without even meeting him.
What made him even more unexpected was that those ten guys with loud voices actually dared to escape from the battlefield.
This blow to morale was too heavy, heavy enough to make the victory of this battle lose its color.
Not wanting to give the ant thieves any more opportunities to show off their power, Wu Labuhua gritted his teeth and took a dark red flag in his hand.
"You've bullied someone too much, Andrew.
Bring your men forward and kill that person to avenge Brother Yetunmo."
"Andrew, lead your men forward, kill that man, and avenge Brother Yetunmo."
Immediately, a private soldier took the flag and rode it to Andrew, a Rakshasa Qianhu.
"Promise" The Rakshasa leader Qianhu Andrew, who had long been unable to resist, agreed, and immediately raised his short blade and steel shield high, "Caucasus Thousand-man Team, follow me."
"Caucasus Thousand Soldiers, Caucasus Thousand Soldiers," nearly a thousand Rakshasa ghost soldiers repeated in blunt Chinese, followed Andrew, and pushed forward step by step.
There are only four rows deep in total, but the momentum is as powerful as an army of tens of thousands.
The short blades in their hands were ordered from the other side of the Black Sea at a high price.
Although they were only half a meter long, they were close to the width of a hand.
They were edged on both sides and were extremely sharp.
The shields in their hands were also ordered from the same place.
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They were made of half-inch-thick stainless steel and had a thick layer of jujube wood inside.
Even an armor-piercing awl was difficult to penetrate, let alone the farmers on the opposite side.
A simple spear in the hands of a soldier.
Coupled with the fine steel armor that covers all vitals, everyone is almost a mobile fortress.
If you encounter any obstacles along the way, you will have the confidence to crush them into powder, and you don’t have to care about the gap in numbers between them.
Seeing that the enemy's vanguard was already crushing him like a chariot, Sesame Li knew that the time had come to meet Zhenzhang.
He ordered his soldiers to call Mao Gui back, then shook the reins of his war horse and prepared to lead the Chinese army to fight in person.
However, Xuzhou Army Commander Shi Zhaojunyong stood sideways in front of his horse's head, waved his hand, and said loudly: "This is just a test, the general manager cannot take action personally.
Give way."
"General Manager, I'll come."
Zhang Xiaoer, the commander of Shanzi Camp, had long been impatient with waiting.
He patted his horse and ran back from the left front of the position, volunteering for help.
"Let me kill them and bring back some armor for the brothers."
"Okay, be careful.
I'll send someone to pick you up at any time."
Zhima Li thought for a moment and nodded lightly.
"Brothers, come with me to steal the armor.
They are all made of iron.
Whoever steals it will get it."
Zhang Xiaoer turned his horse and ran back to his team, raising his arms and loudly mobilizing.
"Hahahaha" Everyone had just witnessed Mao Gui's wonderful performance of stabbing the enemy general to death with one move, and their morale was at the peak of their potential.
They all laughed in unison, followed Zhang Xiaoer, the commander of the Shanzi Camp, and rushed towards the Rakshasa soldiers in a chaotic manner.
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The former military governor took off a small gong from his waist and struck it with all his strength
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