Chapter 107 The Dragon's Roar

"Boom!" A small boat suddenly exploded, splashing tens of thousands of orange-red stars onto several large ships around. The big ships that had clearly been watered were immediately lit with countless fire heads. 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, with bright red surfaces, but blue-green inside. When water poured on them, not only could they not be able to extinguish them, but instead made the flames jump higher and wilder. Several Goryeo soldiers could not hide and were immediately touched by wild flame stars. The flames instantly turned into a small snake, crawling up against the wet clothes, burning the Goryeo soldiers howling!

"Demonic!" I don't know who shouted. The Korean people, who were already in chaos, immediately didn't care about continuing to put out the fire, threw down the bucket, and rushed to the shore. However, the aisle leading to the shore was only a few narrow. Thousands of people pushed and shoved each other, which immediately made all the passages lose their effect. Some people kept making dumplings fall into the water like dumplings. Then they were rolled up by the rolling Yellow River water and disappeared without a trace.

"That's not a magic trick, it's fierce tincture oil, the fierce tincture oil transported by Seminren from the sea!" Lu Lu Zeng suddenly recovered from his awakening and stomped his feet and shouted loudly. (Note 1)

The fierce tinder oil must be fierce tinder oil. Only the flame of the fierce tinder oil will show this strange blue-green. But where did the Xuzhou army buy so much fierce tinder oil, which is filled with more than a dozen ships! It must be sold to them by the Semi people! Those damn Semi people dare to sell anything to them for money!

No one responded to his voice. The boat went ashore, and in an instant, all the soldiers of the Mongol Yuan were in a state of dismay. If it were just ordinary water, the fire would still have a chance to extinguish it. Since the cause of the fire was caused by the Red Turban soldiers, the latter would definitely not allow them to put out the fire calmly, and could kill from the dark at any time and give them a fatal blow.

Sure enough, just as the Mongolian soldiers and Goryeo soldiers in the water village were escaping to the shore, the second wave of boats floated down from the darkness upstream again. There were still more than a dozen ships, each of which was jumping with strange flames. They crashed into the water village, exploded, or were tightly attached to the big ship, spreading the flames of death everywhere.

No one dared to mention the word "firefighting". The Mongolian Yuan soldiers who stayed on the boat jumped into the Yellow River. Although most of them were not water-free at all. However, if they jumped into the river, they would have a chance to climb back onto the shore. If they remained on the boat, they would definitely turn into a pile of barbecue.

No one is willing to make barbecue, even if the bosses are forced by a knife, no one is willing! But the disaster does not only come from the water. In the darkness, a loud dragon roar suddenly sounds, "Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

"Full team, hurry up and put the team together-!" Yue Kuocha'er jumped up suddenly and shouted loudly. The dragon roar came from behind, from the north bank of the Yellow River, on both sides of his military camp. Xuzhou Hongscar had long been ambushing there, waiting for him to jump into the trap. But he believed Lu Luzeng's words and was still thinking about going to Xuzhou to fight Sesame Li off guard!

"One team, whole team prepare for war! All the Mongolian generals shouted together and rushed to the barracks to get their armor and war horses.

They were all cavalrymen, and they were used to fighting life and death with the enemy on horseback. Without mounts, their combat effectiveness would drop by at least two-thirds! However, Xuzhou Hongwu did not want to give them the opportunity to prepare for war. Soon, their sharp teeth were revealed in the darkness. Hundreds of tall horses suddenly rushed out of the darkness. The men on the horseback laid their spears flat, passed by the gate of the military camp like combs, and picked up the Mongol soldiers running towards the gate in rows on the spears, and then threw them out like dead fish.

The speed of the war horse galloped like lightning, and in a blink of an eye, it disappeared into the darkness on the other side. At the gate of the military camp, only hundreds of incomplete corpses and a wide blood river were left. On the south side of the "river" bank, the footsteps of the Mongolians and the Goryeo people stopped. The two battles were fought and they did not dare to move forward for a long time.

"Roar, hurry back to the camp to get the horses! They don't have many cavalry!" Yuekuocha'er rushed back with his head disheveled hair, forcing the soldiers to continue moving forward with his blade.

Xuzhou Hongshuang has risen for a short time, and it is not suitable for raising horses in various places south of the Yellow River. Therefore, the number of cavalry under Sesame Li is definitely very limited. However, the reason is this. The bloody corpse is placed in front of it, but no one can guarantee that when will the cavalry that just left far away turn around and kill back?! No one will, and he will actively hit the tip of Xuzhou Hongshuang's gun.

While hesitating, the loud dragon roar sounded again on both sides of the crowd. In the darkness, several stars slowly lit up. Accompanied by the dragon roar and thunder, they approached the military camp little by little. "Hurry, go back and get the weapons! Sesame Li's large group of troops are coming!" Yue Kuocha'er pushed away the soldiers blocking in front of him and took the lead in rushing into the military camp. All Mongolian and Goryeo people woke up as if they were in a dream, screaming, pushing each other, and following closely behind him. Like locusts that were running for life, they squeezed towards the military camp.

What lights up in the distance is not the stars, but the reflection of the knife tip of the Xuzhou Red Turban. In the dark night, there are countless soldiers and horses, lined up in neat arrays, pushing them towards the Mongolian and Yuan soldiers. Every step is falling, the earth is shaken.

"Stop them, block them with me!" A Mongolian commander roared in despair, leading the hundreds of warriors beside him and rushed towards the sea of ​​starlight. Thousands of feather arrows were greeted by him, and they rushed down from the air with the sound of wind, nailing most of them to the rushing route. The commander roared more than a dozen of them on his body, spinning on the ground like a hedgehog, and wailed in his mouth, "Ah———————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————

A javelin flew over, completely ending his pain. Hundreds of Xuzhou red scarves followed by the javelin from the darkness. Each of them was wearing neat iron armor, wrapped around from head to feet, and the weapons in their hands reflected a ignition light.

They were not fast or slow. They walked neatly and steadily pushed towards the chaotic Northern Yuan soldiers. Behind them, more than a dozen Red Turban Army of the same size came out of the darkness, most of them wearing iron armor, and a small number of them were holding strong bows. Cold feathered arrows shot into the sky in rows, and each rise and fall, they took countless lives.

"Press up, push up, there are not many people!" Yue Kuocha'er's deputy, Samantabhadra Nu, stepped forward and organized the Mongolian soldiers under his command to fight, and gain buffer time for his commander. He was usually quite generous, so many Mongolian soldiers were willing to serve him as death. However, the fight against death was just to go forward and die. In front of the red scarf and iron armor that came lined up, the Mongolian soldiers with only buckets and water scoops in their hands rushed forward, and waves were cut down by their opponents like wheat in the storm.

"Press up, push up! Lord Pingzhang treats me very well!" The famous Goryeo general also rushed to the Red Turban Army closest to him, with hundreds of servants under his command.

Fifty or sixty steps away, they were stared at by the archers in the Red Turban Army. Hail-like feathered arrows fell from the air, shooting many Korean people like hedgehogs, lying on the ground and waving loudly. However, there were still 10 or 20 lucky people who successfully avoided the rain of arrows, waved wooden spoons and continued to rush forward, like angry mantis, trying to stop the rolling wheels.

The mantis arm was destined to be a joke. Zhu Bashiyi and his brothers pushed forward a few steps, then chopped down all the twenty Koreans who were blocking the road on the ground, and then stepped on the corpse without hesitation and pushed towards the next target.

The target was a Mongolian commander, waving a big sword inlaid with gems, making a sound that he could not understand. Many Mongolian soldiers with bare hands surrounded this person, neither forwarded nor turned around and fled immediately, as if standing still, they could scare the Red Turban Army soldiers away.

"Team C, fifteen steps ahead, throw!" He pointed the tip of the knife forward, and Zhu Bashiyi issued an attack order without hesitation. The soldiers of Team C who were walking in the third row of the team immediately handed the spear to their left hand and pulled out a four-foot-long short javelin from behind with his right hand. The wheel moved his arm and sent the short javelin to the sky with a "swoosh".

This is the famous skill of the Rakshasa soldiers. Ivanov taught them step by step for several months, and it only took the first effect in the past one or two days. Nearly a hundred javelins roared over about fifteen steps, pierced from mid-air, and pierced into the team of Mongolian warriors who were stunned. The entire team was immediately smashed into pieces, and half of the Mongolian warriors were penetrated by the javelins and were in awe on the spot. A few more suddenly let out a shrill long howl, followed the commander and launched a Jedi counterattack.

They didn't even bother to wear the armor, but they splashed a few bloodshots in front of Zhu Bashiyi and fell down. The steel knives of the Left Army Armour soldiers were covered in red, drizzling, drizzling down the blade.

"Oh, yes, yes." A messy sound of horse hooves suddenly came from the bright military camp gate. Dozens of Mongolian soldiers who escaped back to the camp first successfully seized the war horses and rode on them, trying to turn the situation around with a counterattack.

However, the short distance made the war horses unable to speed up. The Red Turban Army soldiers who had accumulated enough combat experience had lost their original fear of the cavalry. Under the command of Mao Gui, the former general of the army, two teams of 100 spearmen were quickly divided into two teams of 100 spearmen. They squatted down in the direction of the war horses, and the spear ended against the ground, and pointed the spear forward diagonally. In a blink of an eye, a steel jungle formed on the road that the war horses must sprint.

Facing the dense rows of spears, the war horses that did not rush to speed, instinctively chose to escape. They deflected their bodies and tried to take a detour from both sides of the spear array. This action made the speed that was not very fast slower. "Ignite, throw!" Mao Gui's confidant Ai Jiang Zu immediately made a decision and took the lead in throwing the grenade under the horse's belly. "Boom, boom, boom, boom" the explosion was deafening. At the beginning of the fire, more than a dozen Mongolian warriors, including men and horses, were blown up in pieces!

"Thunder in the palm of the palm of the palm of the palm of the palm!" The Mongolian cavalry, who was lucky enough to be unexploded, was so scared that they flee. He pulled the mount backwards, and then fled.

"Clog the gate and block the enemy camp!" Mao Gui and Xu Jizu had no time to divide their troops to chase after him. They organized their spearmen and grenades to block the main gate of Yuekuocha'er's military camp. Seeing someone dared to rush out, they greeted him with bows and arrows and grenades.

In the view of the Red Turban Army, less than half of the explosion rate and length, it was definitely a fatal flaw. However, the Mongolian cavalry blocked in the barracks were frightened by the continuous explosion sounds. When they first came into contact with this object, no one knew where the "Palm Thunder" would explode next moment?! No one could tell when the "Palm Thunder" would explode?! Seeing the iron gourds with sparks rolling down their horse's legs, they immediately retreated in chaos. No one dared to continue to bite the bullet and rush out of the camp gate when Ren Yuekuocha'er forced him.

"Let's go over to meet Lord Pingzhang! As long as Lord Pingzhang's cavalry can rush out, we will win this battle!" Yue Kuocha'er's deputy, Samantabhadra Nu, was anxious and organized several other groups of Mongolian soldiers with still morale, and desperately squeezed behind Mao Gui. Zhao Junyong led more than 500 Red Turban Army soldiers to firmly protect Mao Gui's front army. He kept throwing out grenades and javelins, forcing Samantabhadra Nu and the Mongolian Yuan soldiers under his command to retreat step by step.

Sesame Li led the cavalry that had just been formed for a few days, sorted out the formation again and returned from a distance. Under the steel knife, Mongolian and Goryeo soldiers were killed and blood flowed into a river. Soon, the Yuan army on the north bank showed signs of collapse. Some Goryeo people who were far away from the battle group quietly threw down wooden barrels and water scoops and ran towards the darkness before dawn.

Under the leadership of the Koreans, many Mongolian warriors also threw away their weapons or fire-fighting buckets and joined the escape team. Samantabhadra's eyes were so anxious that they were furious that they waved their steel knives and slashed five or six escaped soldiers one after another, but they could not stop the decline.

Just as he was helpless, he heard Lu Lu Zeng reminding loudly, "Deploy troops, hurry up and dispatch troops from the south bank, there is no Red Turban Army on the south bank!"

"Blow the horns, mobilize troops from the south bank, hurry up and ask for help from the south bank, hurry up, you grandma, hurry!" Like a drowning man caught a straw, Samantabhadra slave kicked his personal soldiers and ordered loudly.

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo" The mute horn sounded from him, like a female donkey who had been ****ed countless times, making its last cry.

"Wuwu, wuwu, wuwu" There were also grievances in the camp. Yuekuochaer could not organize cavalry to rush out to meet with his own team, so he could only place hope on the team on the south bank. He hoped that they could kill the floating bridge as soon as possible and give Xuzhou Hongshu from behind.

Without the call of the horn, the Mongolian and Goryeo soldiers left behind on the south bank also tried to advance to the north bank under the command of the deputy commander. However, the floating bridge was too narrow, and there were too many soldiers and horses that squeezed onto the bridge at once, and they could not increase the speed at all. Just as they were so anxious that they were burning, a few loud dragon roars came from the river in the distance, "Wuwu-Wuwu-Wuwu-Wuwu-Wuwu-Wuwu-Wuwu-Wuwu-Wuwu-Wuwu-Wuwu-Wuwu-Wuwu-Wuwu-Wuwu-Wuwu-Wuwu-Wuwu-Wuwu-Wuwu-Wuwu-Wuwu-Wuwu-Wuwu-Wuwu-Wuwu-Wuwu-Wuwu-Wuwu-Wuwu-Wuwu-Wuwu-Wuwu-Wuwu-Wuwu-Wuwu-Wuwu-

Immediately afterwards, a large ship of four hundred stone slowly sailed out of the darkness, bypassed the water camp that had completely burned into a bonfire, and slowly rushed towards the pontoon bridge from the river close to the south bank.

"Extend the spear, extend the spear, block it, block it, and don't let them hit the pontoon bridge." The deputy commander ran to the shore desperately and shouted at the Beiyuan soldiers on the pontoon bridge. There was only one place on the pontoon bridge. If the 400-stone ship was also filled with turbulent oil, if it was ignited and hit the pontoon bridge, the Yuan army would be completely divided into two pieces.

The morale on the north bank is completely ruined, and the southern bank is not filled with food and supplies. It won’t take long to face the end of annihilation!

The Mongolian and Goryeo soldiers on the pontoon bridge didn't bother to continue walking forward, and they all tapped the long weapons in their hands to the upstream side, trying to create some obstacles for the large ships going downstream at the last moment. To their surprise, the large ship transformed from grain transport ships did not continue to approach the pontoon bridge. Instead, with the cooperation of sails and oars, they slowly stopped against the water flow and were fifty steps away from the pontoon bridge.

What are they going to do? On the north bank of the Yellow River, the old Jinshi Lu Lu once was confused by the strange movements of the big ship. He stood on the river beach, staring at the bow of the ship with his eyes firmly.

This ship was clearly one of his commands a few days ago. It was used to transport supplies at that time, but now it has been converted into a warship.

The ship does not have the flexibility required by the warship. The ship does not have the feminine walls, corners and poles required by the warship, and the ship is not equipped at all. It is just a strange dragon head installed at the bow, with two black eyes widened, and staring proudly at the Mongol soldiers on the floating bridge. It seems that the latter has become a prey, with no sympathy in its eyes.

The wolf-toothed arrows shot at the big ship on the floating bridge were jingling, causing a layer of white feathers to emerge from the body of the big ship. The huge hull shook, as if a giant dragon was shaking. Then, a red light suddenly flashed from the dragon's left eye, and hundreds of iron projectiles whistled out, sweeping over a large area like the Mongolians and Goryeans on the floating bridge cutting crops.

"Boom!" Immediately afterwards, a red light flashed in the dragon's right eye. Hundreds of chestnut-sized projectiles flew out, and "cleared" a bloody gap on the floating bridge fifty steps away.

Rumble, rumble, rumble! The water surface of the Yellow River suddenly jumped up and then roared angryly. The waves slapped the bridge deck and photographed more Northern Yuan soldiers, and rushed without a trace in a blink of an eye.

The dragon is angry.

After waking up for many days, this giant dragon, which was regarded as mother by countless Chinese people, finally let out its first roar. With the roar of artillery, it swept the robbers and accomplices into the torrent!

Note 1: Fierce turtle oil, an ancient name for oil. It began to be widely used in wars after the Song Dynasty. Zeng Gongliang of the Northern Song Dynasty recorded a "fier turtle oil cabinet" in "The General Yao of Wu Jing". He used gunpowder to ignite oil, which was specially used to attack the enemy's troops.
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