Chapter 30: Living with the Son There are more than 3,000 soldiers in their battalion, which is three times more than the enemy.
Therefore, everyone is confident and moves quickly.
After just a dozen snaps of his fingers, he collided head-on with the enemy.
"Boom" The sunlight suddenly dimmed in mid-air, and blood mist rose from the ground, soaring upward.
Dozens of human heads tied with red ribbons were held up in the air by the blood mist, and each of them had their eyes wide open, staring blankly.
The team of the Shanzi camp immediately dented a large area.
The brothers who were rushing in front quickly retreated, but the brothers who were rushing behind were unable to stop their momentum and continued to surge forward with their spears in hand.
Our own people squeezed their own people into a large, noisy mass.
The Rakshasa soldiers who had already rushed into the formation pressed their stainless steel shields against the chest of the Red Turban soldier closest to them, and stabbed forward quickly with their stainless steel daggers against the lower edge of the shields.
The screams of "Ah" and "Mother" were heard endlessly, and in the next moment, the Red Scarf Army soldiers fell to the ground again.
The Rakshasa soldiers on the opposite side stepped over the corpse with their big feet covered in iron boots and continued to swing their sharp blades.
Blood sprayed into the air like a waterfall.
One layer after another, layer after layer, endlessly.
The moment the two armies came into contact, Sesame Li sensed that the momentum was not good.
He immediately waved the command flag and sent out the Linzi camp of the right army and the center army.
More than 5,000 soldiers, whose eyes were reddened by the blood on their robes, followed Peng Da and Zhang Xiaowu without hesitation and pounced on the enemy.
Eight versus one was close to the total strength comparison between the enemy and ourselves.
However, the result still exceeded everyone's expectations.
The thousand Rakshasa ghost soldiers were like invulnerable monsters, rampaging through the ranks of the Red Turban Army.
Every time it went in any direction, it would knock down a whole row of Red Scarf Army soldiers at that position.
There was no stagnation during the march.
"The left army stays where it is, the front army and the rear army go up together and drown them."
Sesame Li's eyes were split with tears, his voice was hoarse, and he threw in the two most dependent battalions.
"Yes."
Mao Gui, the former army commander, and Pan Lezi, the rear army commander, agreed, and immediately led their soldiers to attack.
There were more than 7,000 people again, and the total strength of the Red Turban Army in the battle had exceeded the enemy's force by fifteen times.
Such a disparity in strength finally curbed the opponent's offensive.
The group of Rakshasa ghost soldiers rushed left and right, unable to advance even half a step forward for a long time.
Suddenly, they raised their heads and let out a roar, then quickly gathered into a group, covering each other, and slowly retreated.
"Avenge the brothers, don't let them go," Zhang Xiaowu, the commander of Lin Ziying, roared loudly with red eyes.
Just before his eyes, half of his brother's head was chopped off by Rakshasa soldiers.
The entire Shanzi Battalion, which was the first to attack, was almost wiped out.
He must avenge this "Kill them all, kill them all."
The brothers from Lin Ziying, the front army, the rear army and the right army also shouted and fought fiercely, and no one was willing to let the prey go.
Wu LaBuHua, who was watching the battle from a distance, saw this scene and sneered slightly at the corner of his mouth.
He pulled out a black flag and waved it quickly.
"Woo, woo, woo" the shrill horn sound sounded from behind him, sending new orders throughout the battlefield.
Hearing the sound of the horn, the group of Rakshasa soldiers who were retreating suddenly stopped immediately.
The shields lay next to each other, forming a huge iron ball that remained motionless no matter how the surrounding Red Turban soldiers attacked. , The other two thousand-man Rakshasa troops and the cavalry composed entirely of Mongolians slowly pressed forward.
No hurry, no slowness, as if the more than 13,000 Red Turban warriors on the battlefield were crops waiting to be harvested.
Immediately afterwards, the Koreans holding simple swords also began to move quickly.
While running, they slapped the sword blade on their chests, "Papa, papa, papa.
Massacre the city, massacre the city, massacre the city.
You will win, you will win." , we must win."
Everyone was foaming at the mouth, as if they were crazy.
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"The Zuo Army and the Huozi Battalion stay behind, and the other battalions come with me."
Hearing the madman-like shouts of the Koreans, no one in Zhizhima Li could keep calm anymore.
Pointing the steel knife in his hand forward, he took the lead and pounced on the oncoming enemy.
Zhao Jun pulled the reins of the horse to stop it, so he had no choice but to wave the Changshi flag and command the Fengziying, Riziying, Yueziying and Shuiziying to follow closely.
More than ten thousand people with their heads wrapped in red scarves The man, armed with a dagger and a spear, followed his general's flag without hesitation.
At this moment, the battle in the center of the battlefield was heating up.
More than 13,000 red scarf rebels surrounded a circular formation of more than 700 Rakshasa ghost soldiers and launched wave after wave of desperate attacks from all directions.
However, the gap between the two sides in terms of training levels and weapons and equipment is unimaginable.
Although the brothers were very brave, even though each of them put their life and death at risk, the spears in their hands could only leave a shallow white mark when they stabbed the opponent's shield.
As long as the Rakshasa soldier's short blade is swung, it will be a bloody light.
On the battlefield, almost half of the Red Turban Army was attracted by the steel circle formation composed of Rakshasa soldiers.
There is no time for him to care anymore.
The other half, led by Zhima Li, Zhao Junyong, Zhang Xiaoqi and others, crossed the huge battle group from the left and right sides and faced the main force sent by Wu Labuhua head-on.
Seeing that the distance between the enemy and ourselves is getting closer and closer, so close that it is only twenty steps away, and the battle group that was stuck together before has become two battlefields that have nothing to do with each other.
Suddenly, another low-pitched horn sounded from the handsome stage, "woo woo, woo woo, woo woo woo."
Immediately afterwards, the sound of the trumpet suddenly stopped, and the three rows of Rakshasa soldiers at the front suddenly pulled out a short javelin from behind and threw it squarely.
The hissing sound of a poisonous snake was carried by the cold wind and reached the ears of everyone present.
The entire sky instantly became extremely dark.
More than 700 javelins, carrying wind and cold air, sent the shadow of death over the heads of the swarming Red Turban Army soldiers.
Zhang Xiaoqi, the leader of the Fengzi Camp, was shot by three javelins at the same time.
He fell off his horse and died.
Xu Twelve, the deputy commander of Fengziying who was advancing side by side with him, was shot in the chest by a javelin.
Holding the gun shaft made of fine iron with both hands, he pulled it out with force.
"Ho ho, ho ho, ho ho" he made an unpleasant sound, like crying, but also like laughing.
Suddenly, a mouthful of bright red blood spurted out from his mouth.
The whole person suddenly softened and fell into the dust.
"Wind"'s scarlet flag fluttered in the wind, guiding the brothers to continue moving forward.
The soldier holding the flag was stabbed through the chest by a javelin, but he staggered and refused to fall to the ground.
Blood flowed down like a waterfall from the wounds on his body.
"Kill the Tartars and avenge Commander Zhang."
Wei Zixi, a member of the Qianhu family in Fengzi Camp, was stunned.
He grabbed the general's flag from Zhang Xiaoqi's soldiers and waved it with all his strength.
The dispersed Red Scarf Army soldiers regrouped, holding daggers and spears high, stepping over the corpses of their companions, and continued to charge towards the Rakshasa soldiers.
A mountain of swords and a sea of fire, there is no turning back.
The first three rows of Rakshasa ghost soldiers stopped again and threw another row of javelins.
The sky became extremely dark again, and hundreds of red scarf soldiers were shot by javelins.
They reluctantly stretched their hands into the air, trying to catch the last ray of light in the world.
The sun in the sky suddenly dimmed, without any warmth.
The howling north wind swept across the battlefield, blowing up heavy mist of blood.
In the blood mist, the red scarf soldiers fell one after another, one after another.
The soldiers from both sides finally strangled together.
The armor of a famous Rakshasa ghost soldier was stabbed by a spear and slipped away.
The red-turbaned righteous man was slightly stunned.
In the flash of lightning, the Rakshasa ghost soldier poked out his blade from behind the shield and stabbed him in the stomach.
In the blink of an eye, the red scarf army that was fighting against the Rakshasa soldiers was completely slaughtered.
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The Rakshasa slapped the shield with its blade and continued forward, like a moving iron wall.
A row of red scarf soldiers hit him and were shattered to pieces.
Another row of Red Scarf Army soldiers crashed into them, and the blood dyed the shield pink, making it look eerie in the sunlight.
Then came the third row and the fourth row, like moths flying into the flame.
"Woo woo, woo woo, woo woo," the urging horn sound sounded again, and the fourth, fifth, and sixth rows of Rakshasa ghost soldiers quickly stepped forward to fill their positions.
Suddenly, the sound of the horn stopped again, and the sky became extremely gray for the third time.
More than 700 javelins were divided into two waves, flying past a distance of twenty steps, and shot at the unarmored soldiers of the Red Turban Army.
The blocking body smashed the advancing queue into several segments.
Blood jumped up like a flame and rolled back and forth on the battlefield.
Wherever it rolled, it brought the shadow of death.
Take away the living souls and leave behind the cold corpses.
The Rakshasa ghost soldiers almost followed the wake of their short javelins and rushed into the ranks of the Red Turban Army, launching another round of bloody massacre.
The knives in their hands are made of fine steel, and each swing can bring down an entire row of Red Turban soldiers.
The shields in their hands are extremely heavy.
They can not only block the attacks of the Red Turban Army soldiers, but can also be used as weapons.
Every time he pushed forward, the red scarf soldier on the opposite side was pushed to stagger, his steps were difficult to steady, and his formation was full of holes.
The officers and soldiers of the Red Scarf Army, led by Sesame Li, Zhao Junyong and others, resisted desperately.
If the shield cannot be pierced, the armor will be pierced.
If the armor cannot be pierced, the Rakshasa soldier's calves and arms will be pierced.
He would rather pay five times the price to have the enemy lying on the ground.
The two sides were at extremely close range, waving their weapons and trying to take away the lives of their opponents.
Every blink of an eye, countless souls fly up into the air in mourning.
Wu La Buhua sneered and waved the command flag, while the horn whimpered like a ghost crying.
The last three rows of Rakshasa soldiers strode forward, grinning ferociously and unhooking a horn bow from behind.
Put the wolf tooth arrow on the bow arm and throw it at a 45-degree angle.
The arrows flew up into the sky in a black mass, and then suddenly swooped down, taking away countless lives.
Then, there was another wave of black arrows, covering the sky and the sun.
The sky is getting darker and darker, and the wind blowing from the Yellow River is getting stronger and colder.
The blood mist condenses into frost in mid-air and floats in various directions.
Pink ice crystals quickly dyed half of the sky the same color.
Under the bright winter sun, the sky and the earth seemed to have turned into a piece of agate.
One side is gray, one side is blue, the other side is red, and the other side is dazzling yellow.
That's the Yellow River, rolling in waves, and the waves wash away the heroes.
Looking at the steaming red blood mist in front of him, Zhu Bayi's eyes were filled with tears unknowingly.
I don't know whether it was because he had the smallest number of soldiers under his command, or because Sesame Li wanted to save a little more fire for Xuzhou Red Scarf, so he was ordered to stay where he was.
At the same time, he became the only one among all the core generals who could see the entire battlefield.
He saw the Rakshasa soldiers holding short blades and shields, mowing grass and killing the Red Turban soldiers in rows.
He saw the Korean servants charging into the battlefield from the side, swinging their swords wildly, forcing Zhao Junyong and others who were guarding Sesame Li's flank, forcing them to retreat step by step in a state of embarrassment.
He saw that the Red Turban Army soldiers, despite suffering heavy casualties, fought to the death and defended their hard-won freedom with their lives.
He saw Sesame Li pull out the javelin from his shoulder and throw it towards the Rakshasa man's neck.
Then he raised his sword again, shouted and fought fiercely, but there was no one who could join him.
A gust of wind blew by, and blood mist obscured his sight.
When the scenery of the battlefield gradually became clearer, he could no longer find Sesame Li.
But among the crowd, the handsome flag of Xuzhou Army was still flying high, flying high, the flagpole was straight, like Sesame Li's legs that refused to bend.
Another burst of blood mist rolled past, and the battle flag of the Red Scarf Army was swallowed up again.
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When his vision became clear again, he saw Wu Labuhua constantly waving the command flag, sending one command after another that was tantamount to murder, to the Meng Yuan generals on the battlefield without interruption.
He saw the cavalry generals taking the flags from the messengers and urging the cavalry to attack the battle group that had been left behind by Sesame Li and others.
"Not good!"
Seeing Meng Yuan's cavalry rushing faster and faster, Zhu Bayi exclaimed and lost his voice.
However, he was too late to do anything.
The group of cavalrymen rushed towards Zhang Xiaowu, the commander of Lin Ziying, like ferocious beasts.
In an instant, this man and his general's flag were submerged in the dazzling light of the sword.
A thick corner of the battle group was cut off, and blood flowed like a river.
The thousand-man Rakshasa Caucasus team, which had been reduced to just over 500 people, was released again.
They were like devils released from the cage.
The array changed from a circular shape to a long cone shape again.
Following the Mongolian cavalry, they crossed in and out, leaving corpses everywhere they passed.
The general of Linzi Camp and several captains were killed in battle, and more than half of the soldiers were killed in an instant.
The brothers who were lucky enough not to die under the Rakshasa's butcher's knife could no longer hold on, turned around, and fell from the front of the battle like an ebbing tide.
The Mongolian cavalry, which picked up speed again, pounced on the front army led by Mao Gui from behind like wild wolves.
The former army, which had suffered more than 30% casualties in the battle with the Rakshasa people, quickly collapsed under the tremendous pressure.
Except for a few hundred men who were still fighting beside Mao Gui, the other brothers abandoned the battle.
Flags and weapons were scattered in all directions.
The situation on the battlefield took a turn for the worse.
The avalanche started from one point, quickly spread across the area, and then continued to extend into the team.
Defeated, defeated, the Rakshasa ghost is too powerful.
Wu La Bu Hua is a cunning old man.
Soon, fear and despair spread to the hearts of all Xuzhou Army officers and soldiers.
Many soldiers who had not yet come into contact with the enemy were pushed by the first group of frightened guys who retreated, and their hard-earned weapons were thrown away.
Pull off the red scarf on your head and join the escape team, stumbling like a herd of soulless cattle and sheep.
The Mongolian and Yuan cavalry and infantry drove them like sheep, pressing on Sesame Li from behind.
Sesame Lee was forced to retreat and was unable to turn the tide.
Several javelins flew from mid-air again, pushing the soldiers holding the flag off their horses.
The crowd pushed forward suddenly and retreated hastily.
In the blink of an eye, Shuai Qi was stepped into the blood-stained mud by countless pairs of big feet, and his original appearance could no longer be seen.
"You can't retreat, you can't retreat, Xuzhou is behind you."
Zhu Ba11 waved the steel knife and shouted like crazy.
However, his voice was swallowed up by the crying and howling that hit him.
The defeated soldiers were like ants, running past him in swarms, running up the suspension bridge, running into the north door that was open on all sides, huddled together in the doorway, trampling on each other, and dying.
"You can't retreat, go back, go back."
He raised his knife and chopped down two deserters, forcing the other deserters to return to the battlefield.
However, among the deserters who were frightened out of their courage, no one recognized him as the commander-in-chief of the Left Army, nor as a Buddhist disciple.
In the face of bloody death, all legends were pale and powerless.
Another defeated soldier ran past him, and Zhu Bayi swung his knife to chop him.
The latter raised his sword to parry without hesitation.
The two steel knives met in mid-air and broke into four pieces.
Zhu Bayi was stunned, and quickly pulled out the butcher's knife from his waist.
Then the defeated troops would take the opportunity to flee far away without any delay.
"Woo woo, woo woo, woo woo" the desperate horn sound sounded again.
After bringing down Sesame Li's flag, Meng Yuan's team changed again.
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It was no longer a neat military formation, but was divided into small teams of more than ten or more than twenty people.
Under the leadership of Goryeo servants, they pounced on the Red Turban Warriors who were still resisting and killed them one by one. die.
Then he chased the escapees, driving them away, not allowing them to stop and think, and not giving them a chance to regain their courage.
"Commander, let's retreat quickly before the Rakshasa ghosts come to kill us."
Sun Sanshiyi, the captain of the left army, was so frightened that his two arms trembled.
He hugged Zhu Bayi, who was already in a crazy state, and prayed loudly.
The other battalions that stayed in place had been overrun by the defeated troops.
The soldiers didn't care about each other, rushing towards the suspension bridge and towards the north gate.
The narrow suspension bridge and north gate cannot accommodate such a huge flow of people.
As many soldiers were running, they were squeezed into the moat by their own people.
In the blink of an eye, they were completely lost.
"Captain, let's evacuate quickly.
Let's go back through the east gate.
The younger one has hidden a few carriages in your house.
Let's pack them up and leave the city immediately."
Centurion Niu Daye came forward and said tremblingly.
"Run, wherever you go, the territory of the Yuan Dynasty is everywhere, you can still run to the sky."
Zhu Bayi suddenly came back to his senses, his face was as ferocious as an evil ghost.
Lifting his foot, he kicked the cow to the ground first.
Then he grabbed his general's flag from his own soldiers and said, "Left Army, follow me."
Among the "Yes" military formation, there were very few responders.
The fact that everyone could persist until now and take advantage of the chaos to escape has already earned him enough face as the governor, and they can no longer pay more.
"You guys" Zhu Bayi was stunned, with an idiotic smile on his face.
He regarded them as his own, but they were still willing to be slaves.
They have been enslaved for more than seventy years, and they no longer have the courage to cross the sea with 100,000 people.
Well, he was just being sentimental.
Those with the blood-blooded nature who died for their country have long been extinct and cannot survive now.
Thinking of this, he suddenly raised the flag and stuffed it into the hands of the earth-colored Su Mingzhe, "Su, I don't ask you to die with me.
I ask you to take these cowards to Ximen." .
Then take the things in the house and run away together.
Don't crowd the north gate.
If you go there, you will only die faster."
After that, he turned his eyes to everyone, smiled and waved to everyone, "Goodbye, I wish you all a long life."
Turning his head, he tried hard to control his tears from flowing out.
Carrying the butcher's knife, he went against the flow of people fleeing for his life and rushed straight towards Shuai Buhua's handsome flag.
He still had a breath and four bamboo shell grenades made with standard black powder.
He still had a chance to exchange one life for another and send the butcher to the West.
All the defeated soldiers who saw him took the initiative to take a detour, and no one had the courage to stop his steps.
Someone behind him shouted hoarsely, and he didn't know what the shouting was about.
Then, sparse footsteps sounded again.
Zhu Ba11 knew that someone was following him, but he didn't know how many.
He was unwilling to stop and wait for them.
At this moment, all his courage was concentrated on his two legs.
He could not stop and did not dare to look back: