Chapter 133: Killing Thousands of men and thousands of guns came in like a wall.
The procession was followed by rows of musketeers and archers.
The Meng Yuan cavalry, who had been killed and lost their courage, were driven to flee for their lives, fearing that they would not speed up fast enough.
However, a thousand-man infantry troop on their right wing was rushing to meet them.
Although they were walking slowly, they were blocking the cavalry's retreat.
"Go around, go around from the side, don't mess with your own people, don't mess with your own positions."
Yang Kai, the captain of the Han army, was so anxious that he was sweating profusely, waving a steel knife and giving orders to the defeated troops.
How could a Japanese emperor with a thousand households be qualified to command the Mongolian princes?
What's more, the princes had already been frightened and lost their judgment.
The Mongolian troops were defeated and ignored, beating their stirrups desperately.
The fifty or so horses that ran the fastest did not pause at all, and rushed directly towards Captain Yang Kai to recognize the flag.
"Military order, those who retreat in the face of battle" Commander Yang Kaiwu was unwilling to accept it and raised his sword in an attempt to threaten.
The soldiers around him had quick hands and quick eyes.
He quickly pulled the reins of his horse and led the mount to the right as quickly as possible.
"Hide quickly, they really dare to trample you to death."
Indeed, although the retreating cavalry did not have the courage to turn back and fight, they did not care to trample to death one or two Han people to clear the way for themselves.
More than fifty horses rushed over almost against the shoulders of Commander Yang Kai.
The horses' hooves passed by, and the Han soldiers who had no time to avoid were stepped on and suffered broken bones.
"Get out of the way, get out of the way, don't you open your eyes?
You deserve to be killed."
The second wave of defeated soldiers fled to the front of the formation in an instant, and drove straight in along the flesh and blood channel stepped by the first wave of defeated soldiers.
"Get out of the way, get out of the way.
The Red Scarf Army is coming.
The Red Scarf Army is catching up."
Followed by the third wave and the fourth wave, more than 200 war horses.
The speed is not high, but the destructive power is huge.
Unparalleled.
All the soldiers who stood in the way of the war horses and had no time to dodge were trampled into pulp.
The remaining survivors evaded one after another, preferring to disrupt their own military formations rather than use their flesh and blood to pad the Mongolian Taijun's horse hooves.
In the blink of an eye, more than two hundred Mongolian cavalry passed through the formation.
Leaving the scattered infantry formation behind, no one bothered to look back for a second.
"You" Captain Yang Kai, who was almost trampled to death by a war horse, looked at his own formation and cried without tears.
With great effort and at the risk of being hit by projectiles, he managed to maintain his formation.
Unexpectedly, at the last moment, they were trampled to pieces by the defeated Mongolian cavalry.
Not far away, the spearmen of the Red Scarf Army were already pushing over in large strides.
Without a complete formation, morale was on the verge of collapse.
Even if he was the reincarnation of Sun Wu, he would not be able to turn the tide.
"Qianhu, Hong, the Red Scarf Army is killing us.
They are coming."
Deputy Qianhu Lu Fang and Ye Peng ran forward and stammered, "Sir, the Red Scarf Army is coming to kill us.
What should we do?"
" "What should we do, cold salad?"
Captain Yang Kai spat out a mouthful of scarlet spit, gritted his teeth and raised the steel knife, "Brothers, follow me and protect Master Mongolia."
After that, he turned around and took the lead in chasing the Mongolian troops.
"Protect Mongolian Master" Lu Fang and Ye Peng were stunned for a moment, and as if they were waking up from a dream, they also raised their swords one after another and turned their respective mounts.
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"Brothers, protect Mr.
Meng.
The red scarf thieves know magic.
We must not let them hurt Mr.
Meng."
"Boom!"
When the two groups of soldiers were fighting and didn't know where to go, the Han soldiers dropped their weapons and fled in all directions.
No one is willing to stay and block the Red Turban Army's front for the Mongolian princes.
Defeated without a fight Just when the red scarf soldiers were preparing to overwhelm the enemy army in one go, the Meng Yuan Thousand-Man Army on the opposite side suddenly collapsed without a fight.
Not only was Hu Dahai, who was charging at the front of the team, stunned, but Liu Ziyun, who was commanding the entire left wing later, was also stunned for a moment.
However, there were a few in the team who responded quickly, and Wu Liangmou was the leader among them.
Seeing the enemy troops blocking the left wing running away, he immediately raised his voice and reminded: "Go and kill Chu Buha, kill Chu Buha.
There are only a few people around him, kill him, and we will win this battle." ” "Kill Chu Buha."
Liu Ziyun didn't have time to think about it.
He pointed the steel knife in his hand at the enemy's commander's flag and shouted an order.
"Kill Chubuha" Hu Dahai, Ivanov and others responded one after another, raised their spears and knives, and took the lead in rushing towards the target.
"Follow General Hu, kill Chu Buha.
Centurions, take care of your own troops.
Follow General Hu, and kill Chu Buha."
Liu Ziyun knocked his helmet hard with the back of his knife, and then continued to give orders.
The enemy's right wing was overwhelmed in this way.
The combat effectiveness of the Mongolian cavalry was actually not as good as the Han army's two Tatars.
How did they destroy the Song Dynasty?
To this day, Liu Ziyun can't believe his eyes.
However, the roars coming from the helmet clearly told him that everything in front of him was the truth.
The enemy's right wing completely collapsed and was overwhelmed by Hu Dahai and more than 80 brothers.
Chu Buha's weakness has been exposed in front of everyone, and he is just waiting for everyone to rush up and stab him.
"All auxiliary soldiers, follow Hu Dahai."
Taking a deep breath, he grabbed an iron trumpet from the hands of the soldiers and shouted with all his strength, "All auxiliary soldiers, follow Hu Dahai, musketeers, muskets The soldiers, archers and grenadiers came closer to me, and we all went to kill Chubuha."
"All the auxiliary soldiers followed Hu Dahai's musketeers, archers and grenadiers and moved closer to Liu Qianhu."
The soldiers raised their tin trumpets and repeated the order clearly.
There is no need for them to repeat that the auxiliary soldiers and soldiers are doing the same thing.
Hu Dahai's heroic performance just now has impressed all the brothers, and everyone is willing to follow him and charge into the battle together.
The musketeers, archers and grenadiers are not suitable for fighting at the front.
So I simply stayed to form the second echelon and look for new fighters.
"Kill Chu Buha" Hu Dahai strode towards the Marshal's Flag.
The sides and behind him were filled with Red Turban Army brothers.
Thousands of men and thousands of guns came in like a wall.
At this moment, Hu Dahai's tall and burly figure is just a flag wherever there is any need for flags and orders.
All brothers who could see the reflection of his armor followed him without losing an inch.
Even if there is a mountain of swords and a sea of fire standing in front of me, I will not turn around.
Thousands of men and thousands of guns came in like a wall.
"Woo, wu, wu, wu, wu."
More than twenty Mongolian scouts responsible for battlefield vigilance and delivering orders saw the moving spear wall.
They blew their horns desperately to warn their own troops and urged their mounts to come forward. .
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They tried to delay time, using their own lives to buy Chu Buha time to react.
However, their efforts were doomed to be in vain.
In front of thousands of spears, more than twenty war horses were as small and powerless as a mantis blocking a chariot.
There was only a few faint splashes of blood, and then it disappeared without a trace.
But the wall of spears continued to roll forward, its footsteps rumbling, making the ground heave up and down.
"Atachi, Alandar, Dudan, you three bring all the soldiers to support me."
Watching the more than twenty scouts disappear in front of the spear wall, Chu Buha, deputy envoy of the Integrity Investigation, gritted his teeth and took the The final bet was made.
"Commander" The three captains of the soldiers, who obviously looked like those from the Western Regions, were stunned and protested loudly.
These three hundred soldiers are the coach's last barrier.
If they all press forward, Chu Buha will be left with only Korean drummers and civilian staff.
If someone suddenly appears again, the consequences will be disastrous.
"Go quickly."
Chu Buha's face twitched, and he slowly pulled out the scimitar inlaid with gems from his waist.
The cavalry, which was composed entirely of Mongolian warriors, was the first to collapse.
The thousand-man troop of the Han army on the right wing fled without a fight.
The life or death of his son Bange was unknown.
The war has reached this point, and it no longer makes any sense whether he keeps any personal soldiers around him.
If you put all your money on the line, you might still have a chance to save some face, and then you can organize your retreat calmly.
If you are still reluctant to fight at this moment, if the Red Scarf Army kills you from the right in front of your commander's flag, the left and center that were struggling to support you will inevitably fall into chaos.
The more than 6,000 people who followed you on the expedition today , they will all be buried here "Yes, Marshal."
The three centurions did not dare to fight anymore.
They jumped off their mounts and led their own centurions on foot to meet the wall of spears coming slowly.
The expressions on each of their faces were astonishing.
A ferocious scene.
The distance is too close and there are too few cavalry, so it is better to abandon the horse and walk and fight in formation.
They are the personal soldiers of the commander, the best of the best.
The other party was just a ragtag group of people who only had hoes in their hands a few months ago.
"Drumming" Chu Buha turned around and glared at the panic-stricken Goryeo drummers, his beard standing straight up like a furious lion.
"Dong dong dong, dong dong dong, dong dong dong, dong dong dong."
The Korean drummers were trembling with fright and beat the war drums desperately.
The low drum beat rushed forward against the ground, constantly urging the soldiers to move forward.
Three hundred soldiers with bright armor suddenly raised their heads, roared, "Ah", and hit the spear wall with their scimitars raised high.
"Put the spear levelly."
Hu Dahai's pupils suddenly shrank, he leveled the spear and pointed it at the chest of the Yuan general who was rushing in front.
"Put the spear level, level the spear."
Wu Liangmou, Ivanov and the centurions in the auxiliary troops each stabilized the Han army's standard spears they picked up, and pointed the three-foot-long spear points at them.
Yuan Bing.
"Five steps forward, charge" Hu Dahai shouted again, moved his legs, and rushed forward in large strides.
"Five steps forward, charge" Wu Liangmou, Ivanov and the centurions in the auxiliary troops repeated in unison.
Follow Hu Dahai's footsteps and move forward side by side.
The soldiers on both sides gritted their teeth and accelerated towards each other.
Each other can quickly see each other's eyes, nose, and pale yellow face.
At the last moment of "killing", both sides struggled to exhale the breath they were holding in their chests and passed their weapons towards the opponent's vital points.
Everyone did not hesitate to strike.
Blood gushes out from the wound like a fountain, hundreds of streams spurting into the sky, dyeing the wind and sunlight into a dazzling red.
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The injured screamed and rolled on the ground, but the dead were silent.
Next to the blood-stained corpses, soldiers from both sides fought with their lives, either stabbing their opponents to death or being stabbed to death by their opponents.
They had no choice.
Wu Liangmou deflected the scimitar that was slashing at him, and pierced his opponent's throat with a spear.
Another scimitar immediately struck with a cold light and went straight to his chest.
The brothers in red scarves beside him stepped forward and used their spears to block Wu Liangmou's fatal blow.
The third machete came over and cut off the brother's collarbone, and he was also stabbed to death by Ivanov.
Wu Liangmou roared and shook his gun, lifting his attacker into the air.
"Keep the formation, keep the formation," Hu Dahai emphasized loudly while leading the charge.
"There are many people here, don't fight them alone.
Poke forward together, poke forward together, poke them to death."
"Stab them to death, stab them to death," the surrounding Red Scarf Army soldiers repeated at the top of their lungs, while thrusting their spears forward to stab them.
The three Mongolian soldiers who rushed over were unable to resist.
Countless bloody holes were poked in their bodies.
They fell to the ground screaming and soon stopped breathing.
"Keep the formation, keep the formation," the centurions of the Red Turban Army shouted loudly, spreading their experience around.
The battlefield is the best place for military training.
After several fierce battles, all those left alive are elite soldiers.
"Keep the formation, stab together, stab together."
The surrounding Red Scarf Army auxiliaries quickly grasped the key between killing the enemy and protecting themselves.
They put their bodies as close to each other as possible, raised their spears side by side, and thrust forward side by side.
Each other became the last support of the people around them.
A stocky Mongolian leader shouted and rushed to the front of the formation, using a round shield to deflect the opponent's spear.
One, two, three, more spears came from both sides, piercing his left and right ribs.
Then he picked him up high and threw him high into the air, with blood flowing like a waterfall.
The other three semu warriors formed a small formation, back to back, and started fighting with the surrounding red scarf troops.
Their martial arts skills far surpassed those of the surrounding Red Scarf Army brothers.
However, this is not a martial arts competition, and no one will tell you about the equality of numbers.
Several spears caught their weapons from the side and above, and several other spears pierced their thighs from below.
"Ah" the three lust-eyed warriors screamed like injured wolves, long and desolate.
The Red Scarf Army brothers quickly pulled back their spears, and blood spurted out from their thighs like a fountain, gathering into streams on the surrounding ground.
The Semu warriors lost too much blood and were unable to stand firmly, and the small formation fell apart.
Several spear thrusts ended their suffering.
"Hold on, hold on, the commander is right behind us," Centurion Atachi roared loudly, the scimitar in his hand dancing as fast as a windmill.
Dozens of Mongolian and Yuan soldiers gathered with him, forming a tough knot.
A group of red scarf brothers rushed up and were blocked by them.
Both sides traded lives for lives within a very small area, and no one was willing to retreat.
The surrounding Red Scarf troops continued to surge forward like a tide, pushing against another group of Mongolian and Yuan soldiers, pushing each other to keep moving.
"Old Ivan, you continue to lead the team to fight forward.
Leave this place to me."
Hu Dahai suddenly turned around from the crowd and rushed towards the stalemate battle group.
A red scarf brother was seriously injured and fell to the ground.
He quickly rushed in through the gap and stabbed the enemy facing him with the spear in his hand like a giant python.
"Dang" At the last moment, Atachi blocked Hu Dahai's spear with a machete.
Then roared and launched a counterattack.
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The body sways from side to side, and the sword never leaves the opponent's vital points.
Hu Dahai stepped sideways, turned around, turned around again, and stepped sideways again.
His movements are as agile as a leopard pouncing on prey.
In three or two strokes, the man's scimitar flew away.
Then he shot again, slicing the man's throat.
The iron knot formed by the Mongolian and Yuan soldiers quickly collapsed.
The warriors who lost their backbone turned around and fled.
"Keep the formation," Hu Dahai emphasized with his gun raised, and led everyone to catch up quickly, stabbing the enemies from behind one by one, turning them into corpses.
The phalanx became orderly again, and the Mongolian and Yuan soldiers trapped in the formation were either killed or fled in panic.
The spears formed a wall again, rolling forward.
Thousands of people and thousands of spears came in like a wall.
Chubuha's soldiers, led by two other centurions, retreated and resisted, and were killed in unspeakable misery.
"Beat the drum, beat the drum to cheer up."
Lieutenant Commander Chu Buha gritted his teeth and issued an order, then jumped off his mount, rushed towards his own soldiers on foot, and fought alongside them.
"The commander-in-chief is here, the commander-in-chief is here in person," centurions Alandar and Dudan shouted at the top of their lungs, using Chu Buha's prestige to boost morale.
The surrounding soldiers quickly formed human walls to block Chu Buha from behind, fighting to the death.
Like a flashback, they once again unleashed their astonishing fighting power.
Withstood the spear wall of the Red Scarf Army, preventing the opponent from advancing even an inch.
Hu Dahai personally led the team to charge forward twice, but failed to shake his opponent.
He roared angrily, "Get out of the way, if you don't want to die, get out of the way.
You are either Han Chinese or lustful guys.
How can you fight for a Mongolian Tatar?"
life" Chubuha's soldiers looked at him angrily and continued to fight to the death.
I would rather be stabbed into a sieve by a spear than to protect the commander behind me and the honor of the soldiers.
Chubuha was a good official.
Although he still had the inherent arrogance of the Mongols, he always treated his close friends like them with sincerity and responded to their requests.
Therefore, they must repay tenfold.
"Lao Hu, let me come."
Liu Ziyun didn't know when, holding a matchlock gun, he came around from the side of the spear formation.
The muzzle of the gun reached over Wu Liangmou's shoulder and was aimed at Chu Buha's chest.
"Don't be ridiculous, retreat from this group of people and stab your hands," Hu Dahai shouted loudly, fearing that Liu Ziyun would be in danger.
The melee capability of the matchlock gun is zero.
If Captain Liu Ziyun is killed in the battle, everyone's results today will be at least half bleak.
What responded to him was a loud noise, and a stream of gunpowder smoke erupted from the muzzle of the matchlock gun.
Chubuha, who was ten steps away, fell down in response.
Note 1: Regarding Hu Dahai’s force.
Hu Dahai in official history is a good general with both wisdom and courage.
It's not the three-axe in storytelling.
Not only was he brave and good at fighting, but he also cherished his soldiers and cared about the people.
While laying down a large territory for Zhu Yuanzhang, he also discovered and recommended Liu Ji, Song Lian, Ye Chen and others.
It's a pity that he later died of the murder of a surrendered general and was unable to see the Mongols withdraw from the Central Plains.
The Drunkard admires this person very much, so he will give him a glorious position in this fictional novel
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