Chapter 107 The Roar of the Dragon "Boom" a small ship suddenly exploded, splashing tens of thousands of orange-red stars onto several large ships around it.
Those big ships that had obviously been doused with water were immediately lit with countless fires.
Each fire head jumped and emitted a strange light, like tens of thousands of ghosts rushing out of the underworld, dancing on the deck.
They are indeed ghosts, bright red on the outside but blue-green on the inside.
Pouring water on them not only failed to extinguish them, but made the flames jump higher and wilder.
Several Goryeo soldiers were unable to escape and were immediately touched by the wild flame stars.
The flame turned into a small snake in an instant, crawling up against the wet clothes, burning the Korean soldiers and making them howl like ghosts.
"Demon method" I don't know who shouted.
The Korean people who had already turned into a mess immediately stopped putting out the fire, dropped their buckets, and rushed to the shore to escape.
However, there are only a few narrow passages leading to the shore.
Thousands of people were pushing and shoving, which immediately made all passages useless.
People kept losing their feet and falling into the water like dumplings.
Then he was swept up by the rolling Yellow River water and disappeared without a trace.
"That's not a magic spell, it's fierce fire oil, which the Semu people brought from the sea."
Lu Zeng suddenly regained his consciousness, stamped his feet and shouted loudly.
Note 1 Fierce fire oil, definitely fierce fire oil.
Only the flames of fierce fire oil will show this strange blue-green color.
But where did the Xuzhou Army buy so much fire oil?
It must have been sold to them by the Semu people.
Those damn Semu people dared to sell anything to them for money.
No one responded to his voice.
On the boat and ashore, all the Meng Yuan soldiers were in despair.
If there was just ordinary water leakage, the fire would still have a chance to be extinguished.
And since the cause of the fire was caused by the red scarf soldiers, the latter would never let them put out the fire calmly, and might come from the darkness at any time to give them a fatal blow.
Sure enough, just as the Mongolian soldiers and Korean soldiers in the water village were fleeing to the shore, a second wave of small boats floated down from the darkness upstream.
There are still more than a dozen ships, and each ship is dancing with strange flames.
Crash into the water stronghold and explode, or stick tightly together with the big ship, spreading the flames of death in all directions.
No one dared to mention the word "fire fighting" anymore.
The Meng Yuan soldiers who stayed on the boat jumped into the Yellow River one after another.
Although the vast majority of them are not water-savvy at all.
However, if you jump into the river, you still have a chance to climb back to the shore.
If you continue to stay on the boat, you will definitely become a pile of barbecue.
No one wants to cook barbecue, even if the bosses force them to do so with knives, no one is willing.
And the disaster does not only come from the water.
In the darkness, a high-pitched dragon roar suddenly sounded, "Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo much ".
Sticking to the ground, sending fear into the hearts of all Beiyuan soldiers.
"Gather the team, quickly form the team!"
Yue Kuochaer suddenly jumped up and shouted at the top of his lungs.
The roar of the dragon came from behind, from the north bank of the Yellow River, from both sides of his military camp.
Xuzhou Hongjin had been lying in wait there for a long time, waiting for him to jump into the trap.
But he believed Lu Luzeng's words and thought about going to Xuzhou to catch Sesame Plum and catch him off guard.
"Get ready for battle, get ready for battle, get ready for battle," all the Mongolian generals shouted in unison.
He quickly rushed to the military camp to get his armor and horse.
They are all cavalry and are used to fighting the enemy to the death on horseback.
Without mounts, the combat effectiveness would be reduced by at least two-thirds.
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However, Xuzhou Red Scarf did not want to give them a chance to prepare for war, and soon exposed its sharp teeth in the darkness.
Hundreds of tall horses suddenly rushed out of the darkness.
The men on horseback leveled their spears one after another, and passed by the entrance of the military camp like a comb.
They picked up the Meng Yuan soldiers who were running towards the camp gate in rows on their spears, and then threw them out like dead fish.
The galloping speed of the war horse was like lightning, and in the blink of an eye, it disappeared into the darkness on the other side.
At the gate of the military camp, only hundreds of mutilated corpses and a wide river of blood were left.
On the south side of the "river" bank, the footsteps of the Mongolians and Koreans stopped abruptly.
The two groups fought and did not dare to move forward for a long time.
"Come on, hurry back to the camp to get the horses.
They don't have many cavalry."
Yue Kuochaer ran over from behind with disheveled hair, forcing the soldiers to move forward with his blade.
The rise of Xuzhou Red Scarf was short-lived, and places south of the Yellow River are not suitable for raising horses.
Therefore, the number of cavalry under Sesame Li's command must be very limited.
However, the truth is this.
There are bloody corpses in front, but no one can guarantee when the group of cavalry just far away will turn around and come back.
No one is willing to take the initiative to shoot Xuzhou Hongjin's gun.
Top hit.
While they were hesitating, the high-pitched dragon roar sounded again from both sides of the crowd.
In the darkness, a few stars slowly lit up.
Accompanied by the roar of dragons and muffled thunder, they moved closer and closer to the military camp.
"Hurry, go back and get your weapons.
Sesame Lee's army is coming."
Yue Kuochaer pushed aside the panicked soldiers in front of her and took the lead in rushing towards the military camp.
All the Mongolians and Koreans were waking up from a dream, screaming, pushing each other, and following closely behind him.
Like locusts fleeing for their lives, they crowded towards the military camp.
What lights up in the distance is not the stars, but the reflection of the knife tip of Xuzhou Red Scarf.
In the dark night, no one knew how many soldiers and horses came, lined up in a neat array, and strode towards the Meng Yuan soldiers.
Every step that fell shook the ground.
"Block them, block them with me."
A Mongolian captain let out a desperate roar and led the hundred or so warriors around him to rush towards the sea of stars.
What greeted him were thousands of feathered arrows, which flew down from the air with the sound of wind, nailing most of them to death on the way to the counterattack.
The captain had more than a dozen sticks inserted into his body.
He was spinning on the ground like a hedgehog, whining shrilly, "Ahhhhhh."
A javelin flew over, ending his suffering once and for all.
Hundreds of Xuzhou red scarves emerged from the darkness following the javelins.
Everyone was wearing neat armor from head to toe, and the weapons in their hands reflected the light of fire.
Not fast, not slow.
They marched in neat steps and pushed steadily towards the chaotic Beiyuan soldiers.
Behind them, more than a dozen groups of red scarf troops of the same size came out of the darkness.
Most of them were wearing iron armor, and a few were holding strong bows.
Rows of icy-cold feather arrows shot into the sky, taking away countless lives with every rise and fall.
"Go up, go up, they don't have many people."
Puxiannu, Yuekuocha'er's deputy, stepped forward and organized his Mongolian soldiers to go forward to fight, giving his coach a buffer time.
He was usually quite generous under his command, so many Mongolian soldiers were willing to die for him.
However, the effect of death is just to step forward and die.
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In front of the red-turban armored soldiers who came in formation, the Mongolian soldiers with only buckets and ladles in their hands rushed forward in waves, and were cut down by their opponents like wheat in the storm.
"Come on, come on, Master Pingzhang will treat me well."
A famous Goryeo general also led hundreds of servants under his command and rushed towards the nearest red scarf army like crazy.
Fifty or sixty steps away, they were targeted by the archers of the Red Scarf Army.
Hail-like arrows fell from the air, shooting many Koreans like hedgehogs, lying on the ground and wailing loudly.
But there were still ten or twenty lucky ones who managed to escape the rain of arrows and continued to rush forward while waving wooden spoons, like angry mantises trying to stop the rolling wheels.
Using a mantis as a cart is destined to be a joke.
Zhu Bayi led his brothers and pushed forward a few steps, then chopped down all the twenty-odd Koreans blocking the road to the ground, then stepped over the corpses without hesitation and pushed towards the next target. .
The target was a Mongolian commander, brandishing a large sword inlaid with gems, and making a sound he couldn't understand.
Many unarmed Mongolian soldiers gathered around this man.
They neither counterattacked forward nor turned around and fled immediately, as if standing still could scare away the Red Turban Army soldiers alive.
"Team C, fifteen steps ahead, throw."
Pointing the tip of his knife forward, Zhu Bayi gave the attack order without hesitation.
The soldier of Team C, who was walking in the third row of the team, immediately handed the spear to his left hand, and with his right hand drew a four-foot-long short javelin from behind.
Turning his arms, he sent the short javelin into the sky with a "whoosh" sound.
This is the famous stunt of the Rakshasa soldiers.
Ivanov has been teaching it step by step for several months, and it has only started to show results in the last day or two.
Nearly a hundred javelins roared past a distance of about fifteen steps, plunged down from mid-air, and plunged into the team of Mongolian warriors who were stunned on the spot.
The entire team was immediately smashed to pieces, and half of the Mongolian warriors were penetrated by javelins and died on the spot.
A few others suddenly let out a shrill howl, followed the commander, and launched a desperate counterattack.
They didn't even bother to wear armor, they just splashed a few strings of blood in front of Zhu Bayi, and then they all fell down.
The steel knives of the soldiers of the Left Army Team A were all covered in red.
The pitter-patter dripped, dripping down to the ground along the blade.
"Yes, yes, yes."
Suddenly, there was a messy sound of horse hooves at the bright military camp gate.
Dozens of Mongolian soldiers who were the first to escape back to the camp successfully obtained their war horses and rode on them, trying to reverse the situation with a counterattack.
However, the distance was too short, making it impossible for the war horse to gain speed.
The Red Turban Army officers who had accumulated sufficient combat experience had lost their original fear of the cavalry.
Under the command of Mao Gui, the former military governor, two hundred-man squadrons of pikemen were quickly separated.
Squat down facing the direction of the horse, with the end of the spear touching the ground and the tip of the spear pointed forward diagonally.
In the blink of an eye, a steel jungle formed on the path that the war horses must pass.
Facing the dense rows of spears, the war horse, which could not gain speed, instinctively chose to escape.
He deflected his body and tried to detour from both sides of the spear array.
This action made the speed, which was not very fast in the first place, become even slower.
"Light the fire and throw it."
Mao Gui's favorite general Xu Jizu made a prompt decision and took the lead in throwing the grenade under the horse's belly.
"Boom, boom, boom, boom" the explosion was deafening.
Where the fire started, more than a dozen Mongolian warriors, including men and horses, were blown to pieces.
"Thunder in the palm, thunder in the palm" The Mongolian cavalry who was lucky enough not to be hit by the explosion were frightened out of their wits.
Pull the mount back, turn the horse and run away.
"Block the gate, block the gate of the enemy camp."
Mao Gui and Xu Jizu had no time to divide their forces to pursue them.
He organized his spearmen and grenadiers to block the main entrance of Yuekuo Chaer's military camp.
Seeing someone who dared to rush out on horseback, he greeted them with bows, arrows and grenades.
The explosion rate of less than half and the delay time of varying lengths are definitely fatal flaws in the Red Turban Army's own opinion.
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However, the Mongolian cavalry who were blocked in the military camp were frightened by the continuous explosions and were frightened into fighting.
It was their first time coming into contact with this object.
No one knew where the "Thunder in the Palm" would explode next.
No one could tell when the "Thunder in the Palm" would explode.
They saw iron gourds with sparks coming towards their legs.
They rolled down and immediately retreated in confusion.
No matter how hard Yue Kuo Cha'er forced them, they didn't dare to continue rushing out of the camp gate.
"Lean over to meet Mr.
Pingzhang.
As long as Mr.
Pingzhang's cavalry can rush out, we will win this battle."
Puxiannu, Yuekuocha'er's deputy, was worried.
He organized several other groups of Mongolian soldiers who still had morale and tried their best to attack him.
Mao Gui squeezed behind him.
Zhao Junyong led more than 500 Red Scarf Army soldiers to firmly protect Mao Gui's former army.
He kept throwing grenades and javelins, forcing Puxiannu and the Mongolian soldiers under his command to retreat steadily.
Sesame Li led the cavalry of the Red Scarf Army, which had just been formed a few days ago, organized their formation again, and came back from a distance.
Under the steel sword, the Mongolian and Goryeo soldiers were killed and their blood flowed like rivers.
Soon, the Yuan army on the north bank showed signs of collapse.
Some Koreans who were far away from the battle group quietly dropped their barrels and water ladles and ran into the darkness before dawn.
Led by the Koreans, many Mongolian warriors also threw away their weapons or fire-fighting buckets and joined the escape team.
Puxian Nu's eyes were burning with anxiety.
He waved his steel knife and chopped down five or six soldiers who were fleeing for their lives, but he was still unable to stop the decline.
When he was at a loss what to do, he heard Lu Zeng reminding him loudly, "Move troops, quickly mobilize troops from the south bank, there is no Red Turban Army on the south bank."
"Blow the trumpet and mobilize troops from the south bank.
Blow the trumpet quickly and ask for help from the south bank.
Hurry, you are as quick as a grandma."
Like a drowning man grabbing a straw, Pu Xiannu kicked his own soldiers and shouted an order. .
"Woo, woo, woo," the hoarse horn sound sounded from around him, like a female donkey that had been raped countless times, giving out its last mournful cry.
"Woo woo, woo woo, woo woo."
In the camp, there were also the sounds of wronged horns.
Yue Kuochaer could not organize the cavalry to rush out to join his own group, so he could only place his hope on the team on the south bank.
I hope they can cross the pontoon bridge as soon as possible and give Xuzhou Red Scarf a fatal blow from behind.
Without the trumpet call, the Mongolian and Korean soldiers who were left on the south bank also worked hard to advance towards the north bank under the command of deputy commander Shi Kuoqing.
However, the pontoon bridge was too narrow, and there were too many soldiers and horses squeezing onto the bridge at once, making it impossible to speed up.
Just as I was burning with anxiety, several more high-pitched dragon roars came from the distant river, "Wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo" Immediately afterwards, a 400-stone ship slowly sailed out of the darkness, bypassed the water camp that had been completely burned into a bonfire, and slowly rushed towards the pontoon from the river close to the south bank.
"Stretch out the spear, stretch out the spear, block it, block it, don't let them hit the pontoon."
The deputy commander made Kuo Dang run to the shore desperately and shouted at the Beiyuan soldiers on the pontoon. yelled.
There is only one pontoon, if the four hundred stone ship is also filled with fierce fire oil.
If it were ignited and hit the pontoon, the Yuan army would be completely cut in two.
The morale of those on the north bank was depleted, and those on the south bank had no replenishment of food, grass and baggage.
It won't be long before we have to face the end of the entire army being annihilated.
The Mongolian and Korean soldiers on the pontoon did not care to continue moving forward.
They all reached the upstream side with their long weapons, trying to create some obstacles for the big ship going down the river at the last moment.
To their great surprise, the large ship, which was converted from a grain transport ship, did not continue to approach the pontoon.
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Instead, with the cooperation of the sail and oars, it went against the current and slowly stopped fifty steps away from the pontoon.
What are they going to do?
On the north bank of the Yellow River, the old Jinshi Lu Zeng was also confused by the strange movements of the big ship.
He stood stunned on the river beach, his eyes fixed on the bow of the boat.
This ship was clearly the one he commanded a few days ago.
It was used to transport baggage at the time, but now it has been converted into a battleship.
The flexibility required by a battleship is completely lacking in this ship.
This ship is not even equipped with the parapets, rams, rackets and other furnishings required for a battleship.
Only a strange dragon head was installed at the bow of the ship, with two round black eyes staring proudly at the Meng Yuan soldiers on the pontoon.
It was as if the latter had become prey, with no mercy in his eyes.
Someone stood on the pontoon and shot the spike arrows at the big ship, which made a tinkling sound, causing a layer of white feathers to appear on the big ship.
The huge hull swayed, as if a giant dragon was shaking its body.
Immediately afterwards, a red light suddenly flashed from the dragon's left eye, and hundreds of iron projectiles roared out, sweeping up a large area of the Mongolians and Koreans on the pontoon like harvesting crops.
"Boom" followed closely, and the dragon's right eye also flashed red.
Hundreds of projectiles the size of chestnuts flew out and "cleared" a bloody gap on the pontoon fifty steps away.
Rumble, Rumble, Rumble.
The water surface of the Yellow River suddenly jumped upwards, followed by an angry roar.
The stormy waves hit the bridge and knocked down more Beiyuan soldiers, disappearing without a trace in the blink of an eye.
The dragon was angry.
After waking up for many days, this giant dragon, regarded as a mother by countless Chinese people, finally let out its first roar.
Accompanied by the roar of artillery, the robbers and accomplices were swept into the rolling torrent.
Note 1: Fierce fire oil is the ancient people’s name for oil.
After the Song Dynasty, it began to be used on a large scale in warfare.
Zeng Gongliang of the Northern Song Dynasty recorded a "fierce oil tank" in the General Summary of Martial Arts.
Gunpowder is used to ignite oil and is specially used to conduct fire attacks on enemy troops
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