Chapter 129: The last general vs. the breast tiger (Part 2)

They were just shocked that the Red Turban Army in front of them reacted quickly and acted neatly.

But they didn't know that the Red Turban Army in front of them always had a fight every day except for the few days they went to the battle. Even the shortest trainees among them had been trained for more than three months. The average training time for centurions and thousands of men in the team was more than half a year! And most of them followed Zhu Bashiyi to blow up the coaching platform of Wulabuhua. Whether it was courage or combat experience, they were all selected from a hundred.

But they didn't know that even the auxiliary soldiers in the Red Turban Army were carefully selected from more than 30,000 refugees, and they chose one in ten. They usually had to work every five days, and the training intensity and frequency were comparable to those of the soldiers on the court.

They would not know that in order to ensure the combat effectiveness of the 35600 people in front of them, the Red Turban Left Army was embarrassed many times to the point of selling out the bad luck. Not only did they sell all the gold, silver and fine pieces that Zhu Bashiyi had obtained after previous battles, but even sold more than half of the captured war horses to other friendly forces. As a result, the Left Army became the only team without a cavalry system in the entire Xuzhou Red Army system. There was only one scout team, and the scale was still controlled by a hundred people, and it did not play much role in the battle.

They would not know that from the end of November last year to May this year, this team had already fought four times with different enemies, and they returned with great victory every time. Almost every soldier had engraved his pride in his bones. On the battlefield, he would no longer be afraid of any enemy!

As the saying goes, experts look at the tricks, while laymen watch the excitement. The performance of the same team falls into the eyes of the cavalry commanders who are eighty steps away, but it is completely different from Li Qi's feeling.

‘The square formation directly opposite is the elite under Zhu Bashiyi’s tent!’ He narrowed his eyes and made a quick judgment. ‘The cavalry cannot hit it, and it is difficult for the bow and arrow to defeat them! The two square formations on both sides, whether in equipment or morale, cannot be the same as the center of the wings’.

"Swoosh swish swish swish-!" A rain of arrows fell in the air, hitting him in front of him, splashing several blood. However, the Mongolian warriors who were shot in the arrow tried hard to control their bodies and refused to fall easily. At eighty steps, the feather arrows could only barely penetrate the single-layer leather armor. Even if they were shot in the arrow, they would be slightly injured. If they fell off the horse's back, they would be stepped on by their own teams that followed them into a ball of meat paste.

"Swoosh swish swish swish-!" The second row of feather arrows arrived again in an instant, leaping at a distance of 60 steps, hitting the team behind the patriarch. Five or six war horses were in pain, and their front hooves were raised high. Then they were knocked over by the group of horses rushing up from behind and the owner on their backs, and immediately lost their traces. Other Mongolian warriors turned a deafening ear to the wailing from their feet, unloading the archers from their backs, putting the feather arrows on the bow arms, leaning their bodies on the horse's neck, moving forward, forward, and continuing to move forward.

"Bang!! Bang! Bang! Bang!" A series of thunder suddenly sounded fifty steps ahead. Five or six people on the left and right sides of the front of the thousand men were beaten to death, screaming and landing under the horse's hooves. "Right-Spin!" He himself was also startled, shook the reins suddenly, and shouted at the top of his lungs, "Right-Spin! Follow me and attack the enemy's left wing!"

"Right - spin! Follow the flag recognition and strike the enemy's left wing!" The guard tightly guarded the personal soldiers beside the commander of the thousand-man commander Alu led the personal soldiers and repeated the commander's orders loudly. At the same time, he raised the flag behind him high in his hand and shook it repeatedly.

The Mongolian cavalry, who had already rushed to less than thirty steps away from Zhu Bashiyi, suddenly turned heads, and rushed from a longitudinal direction toward the auxiliary troops on the left wing of the Red Turban Army at high speed. The archers commanded by Zhu Chenze shot a row of armor-breaking cones at them, but because the target moved too fast, most of the armor-breaking cones fell into the rolling smoke and dust. Only a very small part of them shot the bodies of people and horses, put them down on the ground, and were stepped into balls of meat sauce by the subsequent war horses.

"Fire Cannon No. 5!" Ivanov, standing in front of the left wing auxiliary troops, waved his short sword without hesitation and ordered the artillery team beside him to open fire.

"Boom--!" The bronze cannons spewed out dozens of hot iron projectiles before the Mongols rushed to their side. Three war horses, together with the Mongolian warriors on their backs, were sprayed into sieves and fell to the ground, with blood flowing. The other Mongolian warriors, led by the patriarch, straightened their bodies from the horse's back and pulled their bows to half full.

"Swoosh, swosh, swosh--!" Suddenly, the sky darkened, followed by hundreds of feather arrows pounced down. Ivanov raised his big shield to protect his head and upper body, but was pushed to the point of shaking by the feather arrows.

Although the effective range of the bow is only a few more than thirty steps, the force is amazingly strong under the inertia of the sprint of the war horse. Before Ivanov could react more, four of the ten gunners around him had fallen down. The other six hugged their heads with their hands, ran backwards.

"Waste, where can you run?!" Ivanov was furious, turned around, and slapped a gunner away with his shield. "Ding, Ding, Ding, Ding!" More than twenty short feathers suddenly grew on his back, pushing him staggered and lying directly in the pool of blood.

"Don't be confused, don't panic, don't embarrass the governor!" The commander and centurion of the auxiliary soldiers braved the rain of arrows, running back and forth, desperately restraining the team to prevent anyone from escaping in the face of the battle.

"Don't be confused, stand firm and occupy the back of the shield!" Hu Dahai came with twenty Zhu Bashiyi's personal soldiers to help the auxiliary soldiers to restrain the team. "If you have shields and armor, stand in front, and if you don't have shields, you will be behind. Archer, the step bow in your hand is a fire stick! Counterattack, and fight back quickly!"

"Don't be confused, don't be confused, there is a city wall behind you. Where can you retreat?" Wu Liangmou ran over with twenty other personal soldiers to help Hu Dahai stabilize the morale of the army. More than 40 men in plate armor walked in clumsy steps, shuttled back and forth under the rain of arrows. Everyone was shot like a hedgehog, and everyone insisted on not taking a step back.

The cold-forged plate armor blocked most of the attacks for them. However, there were still one or two scattered pieces of force that penetrated the plate armor and tortured their bodies like an awl. Wu Liangmou felt that he was bleeding, and there were countless wounds all over his body bleeding at the same time. It was wet and sticky, painful and itchy. The battle boots under his feet suddenly became as heavy as shells, and the iron helmet on his head pressed down like a millstone, which made his eyes turn black.

"I'm going to die!" He gritted his teeth and shaking, pulling a panicked shield player up from the ground, forcing him to stand beside him. Then he pulled up two more people and forced them to stand in a row with a steel knife. "I'm rich, I'm not afraid of death! Are you afraid of a ball! I'm afraid of a ball" tripped on a corpse full of feather arrows. He staggered and fell, watching his nose smashing towards a broken arrow shaft-!

"Ah--!" A terrified scream finally came out of his mouth, full of humiliation and reluctance. At this moment, the corpse on the ground suddenly turned over and sat up, holding him firmly in his arms, "Ah--!"

The two shouted at the same time, and Ivanov, who was pressed down below, could not bear the weight of the armor and slowly fell down. The iron armor pressed half of the feather arrows on the ground directly into the depths of the soil. Then, he and Wu Liangmou pulled each other and stood up, holding up their steel knives and shouting, "Don't be confused, stand firm, stand firm, look like a man!"

"Don't be confused, stand firm, stand firm, be like a man!" Hu Dahai and his personal soldiers rushed over again, and stood in a winding row with Ivanov, Wu Liangmou, the iron-armored personal soldiers and more than 30 auxiliary soldiers holding shields. Like a dam, the other brothers behind the substitute blocked all the storm.

"Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!" Four cannons on the top of the city fired one after another, smashing the four-pound projectiles into the galloping horses, and smashing out flesh and blood alleys.

Another seven or eight warriors were killed along with war horses. The other Mongolian warriors turned their heads and released the last wave of feather arrows at Wu Liangmou, Hu Dahai and others. Then they knocked on stirrups and retreated to the right wing of their own military formation like a tide. They came and went, as fast as they were.

The sunlight above his head suddenly began to shine again, shining on Hu Dahai, Ivanov, Wu Liangmou and others, illuminating the armor on their bodies, like gods who descended to earth. Behind the thirty golden armored gods were more than 1,500 proud men. The panic on their faces had not yet subsided, but they stood proudly. Standing in a pool of blood, standing in front of the corpse in their robes, still as motionless as a mountain.

"Hiss-!" The Mongolian Wanhu Baoyin, who was escorted to the end of the Red Turban Army, secretly took a deep breath. Because of his concern, he almost blinked. He was the elite force produced by Chu Buha himself, and the attack power of the 500 Mongolian cavalry was as powerful as his ancestors. However, the group of Han people lined up against the city walls are no longer the same as before.

Their relatively weak left wing actually supported a round of firing of five hundred cavalrymen and could still maintain their formation steadily. And their central army actually counterattacked the cavalry at a clear level. Although the effect was not very obvious, it was definitely not without the power to fight back.

"Hiss--!" At the same time, Chu Buha and fifty men were sucking in the air, who were snatching their son three hundred steps away. After this round of attack, they lost at least fifty cavalry. However, the left wing of the Red Turban Army showed no signs of collapse. Although they were very panicked in the face of the storm-like blow, they ended up running out of speed and had to distance themselves again.

"Master General, the major general raised the flag and asked to rush again!" Deputy Wanhu Tiejin came up and reminded loudly.

"Transfer, allow him to rush again. The same position!" Chu Buha's face twitched and gritted his teeth to respond. The first round of attack did not achieve the expected effect, but the mistake was not in the patriarch! On the contrary, in terms of command ability and response speed, patriarch's performance was remarkable. However, the last reaction of the Red Turban Army on the opposite side made all this look pale.

Chu Buha was unwilling to give up, and his son Bange was even more unwilling to give up. After receiving the order from the central army, he immediately took a breath and pointed his finger at Hu Dahai and others who were covered in golden light on his body. "Run for me again, 20 steps to shoot inward, I see how many rounds they can hold on!"

"Yes!" The four centurions Lu Buhua, Bergen, Hu Lu and Hu Lin, who were also unwilling to respond together, shaking the reins, leading the cavalry under their respective commands to start the second round of attack. The speed of the horses changed from jogging to jogging, and then gradually changed from jogging to rushing, and like a storm, he rushed to his opponent two hundred steps away again.

"Beat the drum and urge all units to accelerate forward. Once this round of cavalry attack is over, you must move in place! You can attack the enemy at any time!" Chu Buha's face twitched again, and he gritted his teeth and issued another general order.

The infantry's physical strength must have not recovered, but he could not wait any longer. The cavalry's attacks could not last for a few rounds. He had to replace the cavalry with infantry before they were exhausted and put on constant pressure on the enemy's left wing until they collapsed on their own.

By then, even if Zhu Tuhu’s central army is elite, he will be unable to make the world come true. The entire battlefield will be the world of officers and soldiers, and the Red Thief can only be slaughtered by others!

"Dongdongdong, dongdongdongdong, dongdongdongdong, dongdongdongdongdong!" The rapid drum sounded, making people's heart beat wildly, their foreheads numb, and their breathing was extremely difficult.

"Murderman, everyone strengthened to the right wing!" Zhu Bashiyi took a deep breath, widened his eyes, and had no expression on his face.

After walking so many times on the battlefield, the slap of the slap just now could no longer make him feel too much horror. On the contrary, a little bit of pride was faintly surging in his heart: the Asu cavalry dared to directly attack my warriors last time, but this time, the Mongols only dared to deal with my auxiliary soldiers. Last time, I needed to use the chicken bus, but this time, I only needed my brothers to press the end of the spear to the ground.

"Governor, the left wing's manpower is still a little thin. Right wing?" Xu Da whispered before the enemy cavalry rushed over.

"It's too late, I'll send an order to Ivanov! Let him hold on to this round!" Zhu Bashiyi quickly issued a second general order without thinking.

"The right wing can push forward twenty steps forward. Then turn left in place!" Xu Da hesitated for a moment and continued to fight in a low voice.

Zhu Bashiyi quickly looked up and saw that the enemy's cavalry had rushed within a hundred steps. The smoke and dust from the horse's hooves covered the sky and the sun. He saw the enemy's infantry accelerating and moving forward, trying to shorten the distance between the two sides, trying to launch a new round of attacks in the cavalry. He saw Chu Buha's wool crow floating in the wind, proud as if a full rooster.

Now changing the formation will undoubtedly allow the enemy to see an opportunity to take advantage of. However, if the formation does not change, the left wing will have to bear the courage and perseverance as in the previous round, and it will be difficult to cause too much damage to the enemy. "You go to the right wing and replace Geng Zaicheng. Do you need to push forward in detail? Choose by yourself." Gripping his teeth, he made a very risky decision. Then he raised his arm high, "Notify Huang Laoer and fire the cannon!!"

"Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!" Four artillery pieces placed on the city wall fired one after another, revealing the prelude to the second round of battle. The left wing of the Red Turban Army was still fighting against the Mongolian cavalry alone, one burning with pride in its bones, and the other carrying the courage left by its ancestors. In a blink of an eye, the sound of feather arrows breaking through the air became the main theme on the battlefield. The sky quickly began to darken again, and balls of red fog slowly rose from the teams of both sides, floating in the dim sky, lonely and desolate.

"Swoosh-swoosh-swoosh-swoosh-swoosh!" The boundless feather arrows flew up from the cavalry, passed through the smoke and dust brought by the horse's hooves, and smashed the Red Turban Army's left wing team, smashing the brothers to the east and west.

Wu Liangmou stood in a row with Hu Dahai, Ivanov, and seventy or eighty brothers who could not name him, with his shoulders next to his shoulders and his arms pressed against his arms. No matter how violent the rain of arrows shot from the opposite side was, he remained motionless.

Hundreds of auxiliary soldiers with extraordinary courage were closely divided into four rows and followed behind them. The spear in their hands was pressed against the shoulder of the man in front of them and pointed diagonally in front of them. They worked together with the robes to form an unbreakable line of defense. When an arrow fell down, someone immediately picked up the spear silently and took over his position.

More auxiliary soldiers either hold shields or hold spears diagonally and follow the first line of defense. At any time, they are ready to go forward to replenish the empty positions of the victims. The arms are trembling, but their feet are never moved backwards.

Li Ziyu led a hundred grenadiers to come and respond. At the risk of being shot by feather arrows, he threw the grenade that ignited the lead at the foot of the cavalry.

"Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!" Grenades exploded one after another, but were still affected by the adverse combustion speed and fragmentation rate of the lead line, which failed to cause too much damage to the cavalry. However, it made the war horse raise its neck uneasy, shake its head and tail, and desperately try to stay away from the explosion point.

"Murdermen, all the preparations are prepared, the belly of the war horses in front of them, open fire!" Liu Ziyun insisted until most of the enemy cavalry began to turn around before finally giving the order to open fire.

More than ninety muskets that could still be fired were sprayed out at the same time. "Bang!" The red clouds in the sky suddenly cracked a hole, and the sunlight shone brightly on the entire battlefield. Then, it quickly darkened again, and the boundless smoke and red mist covered the Mongolian cavalry, firing feather arrows while retreating to the right front of the Red Turban Army like a tide!

"Boom!" Because the gunners were reduced and the loading was slow, the artillery on the left wing finally spit out projectiles, chasing behind the cavalry, and blasting the two people who walked the slowest to the point of being ripped into holes.

On the right wing of the Red Turban Army, Xu Da and Geng formed two groups, commanding more than 1,700 auxiliary soldiers and slowly advanced forward. No one knew why they wanted to do this, and they could not see any meaning in doing this.

Three hundred steps away, Chu Buha's pupils suddenly shrank into a straight line, "Tell the order to let the partner retreat quickly and retreat. Don't go around in circles and bring the cavalry out directly!"

"Blow the horns, blow the horns, let the cavalry retreat immediately. Back up immediately!" Deputy Wanhu Tiejin shouted, snatching the horn from his personal soldiers, and blew hard, "Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

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