Chapter 31 Walking with Zi The killing continues, and unless a miracle occurs, the outcome of this battle cannot be changed.
Except for Sesame Li, Zhao Junyong and Mao Gui, who each brought hundreds of cronies to fight and retreat, the other battalions had been completely broken up.
If the soldiers cannot find the general, the general will not be able to take care of the soldiers.
Those who can squeeze onto the suspension bridge should squeeze along the suspension bridge towards the city gate.
Those who cannot squeeze onto the suspension bridge should jump directly into the cold moat.
Those who could not even jump into the river fled for their lives along the river bank in the east and west directions.
Xuzhou City had four gates.
As long as they escaped to the east and west city gates, they would have a chance to go home and collect their belongings.
The Meng Yuan officers and soldiers under Wu La Buhua chased down the Red Turban soldiers from behind, who were at least five times their own number, and stabbed them to death one by one.
It was as simple as mowing grass.
A team of ten can hunt down a hundred Red Turbans.
A centurion can sweep thousands of troops across the battlefield.
Even if there are only two or three Rakshasa soldiers, they can still chase and slash at dozens of red scarf soldiers without having to worry about the latter daring to turn around and fight back.
Even the Goryeo sticks, whose armor and weapons were similar to those of the Red Scarf Army, were chasing after the backs of the Red Scarf Army excitedly, as if they had drunk mandala juice, each one filled with complacency and murderous intent.
An over-excited Goryeo servant rushed towards Zhu Ba11 with a bloody knife.
There are already three heads hanging on his waist that refuse to rest in silence, and he is about to harvest the fourth one.
However, this fourth head refused to lower its neck to let him chop it, but suddenly took a step sideways, and then swept over with its arms.
"Poof!"
The Korean servant heard a familiar sound, then covered his throat with both hands, and opened his eyes wide in surprise.
Even to the end of his life, he couldn't believe that this guy who looked lost in front of him would actually resist, and actually still resist.
Such neat skills.
Zhu Bayi raised the back of his hand and wiped it on his face, and continued to run forward.
He was still at least five or six hundred meters away from Wu La Buhua's command podium, and he had to speed up before anyone noticed him.
Several Mongolian cavalry on tall horses galloped past him only ten meters away, but they showed no interest in stopping and chasing him.
There were too many red-turbaned soldiers who had lost their way on the battlefield.
This guy, who only wore a piece of leather armor, looked like he was not a high-ranking official and was not worth the cavalry's time.
Another wave of Korean soldiers rushed towards him, and Zhu Bashi turned around in a circle to avoid a head-on collision with the opponent.
These Goryeo soldiers were as illiterate as the previous Mongolian soldiers and turned a blind eye to the "big fish" that was so close but running very fast.
Zhu Ba11 continued to move against the flow of people on the chaotic battlefield, like a lonely flying eagle.
Two more waves of officers and soldiers were avoided by him, and they were already less than 400 meters away from Wu La Buhua's handsome platform.
He felt his heart beating wildly, and his breathing was as heavy as a bellows.
There are fewer and fewer defeated troops in front of us, fewer and fewer enemy troops, and our vision is getting clearer and clearer.
Two blood-covered Rakshasa soldiers saw him, were stunned, and rushed towards him with a ferocious smile.
These two men had just dealt with a small group of red scarf soldiers who were fighting to the death.
They were sweating profusely from exhaustion and lagged far behind their accomplices.
I was worried that chasing the defeated soldiers would be too tiring, but now a fool comes to my door and teaches them how not to be overjoyed.
Zhu Bayi took a few steps around but was unable to escape, and was eventually blocked by the two of them.
Stretching out his left hand, he pulled out a bamboo tube from his waist, trying to make a quick decision.
Then, after lifting the bamboo tube, he suddenly realized that he had forgotten to light the moxa velvet used to ignite the fire.
It's definitely too late to dig out the fire scraps and light the fuse now.
Without even thinking about it, Zhu Bayi smashed the bamboo tube at the Rakshasa soldiers who were already close at hand.
Then he raised the butcher's knife in his right hand and stabbed the man in the heart.
"Pa" The bamboo tube was cut into two pieces by the Rakshasa soldier with a short knife.
The black gunpowder lost its restraint and fell from the air, sprinkling all over the man's head.
Before he could wipe it with his hands, the butcher's knife had already stabbed his chest.
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There was a "dang" sound, and a series of sparks splashed out.
"Yeah."
The Rakshasa soldiers were pushed back one after another by the huge force coming from their chests, and then they swung their iron shields and slapped Zhu Bayi on the head.
Zhu Bayi couldn't dodge, so he had to rush forward with all his strength, and threw himself into the arms of the Rakshasa soldier with his sword.
The iron shield was smashed into the air, and the Rakshasa soldier raised the sharp blade in his right hand and stabbed Zhu Ba11's lower abdomen from diagonally below.
Zhu Ba11 pressed down with his left hand and held his wrist.
The butcher's knife in his right hand was raised again and pierced the Rakshasa soldier's throat.
The Rakshasa soldiers were well-trained and immediately dropped their shields and used their left arm to hold Zhu Bayi's right arm.
The butcher's knife can't stab it, and the short blade can't pick it up.
The two were entangled together, their eyes staring, and the white smoke between their nostrils was clearly visible.
Another Rakshasa soldier saw that there was an advantage to be taken, and immediately circled behind Zhu Bayi, preparing to give him a fatal blow.
In the flash of lightning, Zhu Ba11 felt the danger approaching, shouted loudly, and exerted force on his arms, legs, and waist at the same time.
Like pushing an animal, he pushed the opposite Rakshasa soldier more than five meters away and lay on his back on the ground.
The Rakshasa soldier behind him stabbed the air with his sword, then stepped forward and stabbed him again.
Suddenly, a pair of arms covered with gorgeous armor reached out from the side and hugged his waist tightly.
Both attacks failed, making the Rakshasa soldiers extremely angry.
The tip of the knife immediately turned around and slashed at the Red Scarf Army general holding him.
One knife, then another.
"Ah" the red scarf general wearing copper-plated armor screamed in pain, but he would rather die than let go.
Zhu Bayi happened to turn around and saw Sun Sanshiyi, who had just been kicked by him, hanging like a vine around the Rakshasa soldier's waist, with blood spurting out like a fountain from the wound on his back.
"Ah" he opened his mouth and let out a loud cry.
He no longer cared about the other Rakshasa soldier who had been knocked to the ground.
He jumped up and threw his legs in the air toward the one held by Sun Sanshiyi.
The whole person was like a cannonball, hitting the man's chest hard.
"Bang" The pig-killer was much bigger than Sun Sanshiyi, who was usually reluctant to eat meat.
The powerful impact caused the Rakshasa soldier to lean back and fall heavily into a pool of blood.
Zhu Ba11 was also unsteady on his feet, staggered a few steps, bent his knees, and happened to kneel on the Rakshasa soldier's chest.
This was the most basic move he used to kill pigs.
He had learned how to kill the drunkard master since he was forced to hold a knife by the drunkard master at the age of twelve.
I don't know how many livestock lives were lost during this period, and every movement has already evolved into instinct.
He stared with red eyes and pressed his knees firmly against the Rakshasa soldier's chest.
The tip of the knife was pressed against the collarbone and stabbed into the hollow of the neck.
"Pfft", it penetrated the skin and muscles and went straight to the heart without any obstruction.
Then it was pulled out smoothly, bringing out a fountain of blood half a foot high.
Zhu Bayi, whose head was drenched by the blood fountain, immediately jumped up and rushed towards another Rakshasa soldier who had just gotten up with a butcher's knife.
The Rakshasa soldier was so frightened by the murderous aura that appeared all over his body that his legs became weak.
He swung his steel knife and iron shield around to protect the exposed parts of his body.
A simple spear swept towards the ground, tripping him up and kneeling in front of Zhu Bayi.
Zhu Bayi didn't even think about it, and relied on the instinct he had developed over the years to strike again.
"Poof", the butcher's knife penetrated the heart along the hollow of the neck, exactly the same as the previous one.
"Thirty-one, thirty-one" Mr.
Su dropped his spear and raised the dying grandson Thirty-one from the pool of blood.
Sun Sanshiyi's pupils had dilated.
He looked at Zhu Bayi, struggled to squeeze out a smile, and passed away with hatred.
"Long history, long history."
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Xu Hongsan led more than a hundred men to the chaotic battlefield, half of them were soldiers, and the other half were from the first batch of officers to receive training.
All of them were covered in blood.
Seeing Sun Sanshiyi in Mr.
Su's arms, he was stunned and lowered his head silently.
"You" Zhu Bayi didn't expect that so many people would die with him, including the timid Mr.
Su.
He was stunned and couldn't believe his eyes.
Mr.
Su grinned coquettishly, without saying a word.
He put down Sun Sanshiyi's body, took off a smoking mugwort from his waist, and held it to Zhu Bayi with both hands.
Zhu Bayi immediately understood what the other party meant and stretched out his left hand to take the moxa.
Then he quickly put the butcher's knife in his right hand on his waist and pulled off the second bamboo tube.
"Follow me, let's go fry the tartars."
"Fry the Tartars, fry the Tartars."
Mr.
Su, Xu Hongsan, Niu Da, Fatty Wang and others either had spears with flat ends or held up a bamboo tube, and never dropped an inch.
There is no doubt that we will die here, but at least we have survived, lived as human beings This small group of people walking upright immediately attracted the attention of countless people around them.
A dozen Korean servants hurriedly ran forward to stop him, but they all stretched out their spears and stabbed them randomly, turning them into sieves.
A leader of Rakshasa soldiers rushed over with two other Rakshasa soldiers, waving short knives to block everyone's way.
Mr.
Su waved his hand, and Niu Da immediately led five brothers to entangle them.
The other brothers continued to follow Zhu Bayi, no matter how loud the screams came from behind, without stopping at all.
They didn't have time to stay, and they didn't dare to get too entangled with anyone who blocked their way.
A team of more than a hundred people is just a small bubble in the torrent.
If a big wave hits them, they will disappear without a trace.
Several more Rakshasa soldiers rushed forward to block the road, and Fatty Wang took the lead in rushing out.
Another small group of Korean soldiers rushed over from the diagonal stab.
Liu Ziyun, a scholar, led several brothers to meet them, holding steel knives, like a group of unyielding Xingtian.
The head is severed and there are hands as eyes.
The hand is broken, but the heart is still alive and the ambition is not lost.
Even if the body is chopped into pieces by a steel knife and every bone is burned to ashes by wildfire, there is still a soul dancing with arms.
Born as a boy.
Death is also a ghost hero
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