Chapter 132: The Soul-Slaying

With one man and one shot, Hu Dahai walked through hundreds of cavalry, as if he was strolling in the garden.

Although those Mongolian cavalry were also known as elite, they usually bully the two Tartars of the Han army and caught private salt and salt dealers. They had seen such a killer like a god of killing? At first, there were people who had the courage to attack by the roundabout way, but later they didn't even dare to attack by the roundabout way, so they could only pull the war horse away and shoot cold arrows at him.

When they rushed to the front two horses, they had already shot five or six consecutive rounds. In the panic, the arrows they shot were still powerful. They were hit by Hu Dahai with a gun rod and landed like dead snakes. Occasionally, one or two lucky shots on Hu Dahai, but they were blocked by the cold-forged plate armor, which did not cause too much damage at all.

"Fire the cannon, fire the cannon, fire the cannon to cheer for Brother Hu!" Huang Laoer looked at the city wall intoxicatedly, shook the flag desperately, and ordered his gunners to fire quickly.

"Captain, where to fight?!" The gunners hurriedly cleaned the barrel and reloaded the gunpowder and projectiles, but they didn't know which target to aim, stretched their necks and asked loudly.

"Where?!" Huang Laoer was stunned by the question, his eyes moved away from Hu Dahai, and quickly scanned the entire battlefield.

With the convenience of being condescending, he was able to look down at the overall situation. On the right side of the battlefield, the enemy and us were in a stalemate at this moment, with heavy casualties, but no one could completely gain the upper hand. From the top of the city, the Red Turban Army led by Xu Da was still advancing forward tenaciously, but the speed was getting slower and slower, and even struggling. The Han army opposite Xu Da had been defending, defending with difficulty, but could always regain its foothold again and again, and difficultly and stubbornly maintained its military formation from being broken.

The situation at the center of the battlefield is basically the same as that on the right wing. It is also difficult to separate from the enemy in a short period of time. Although the combat soldiers around Governor Zhu have more than one level of attack than the enemy. However, Chu Buha's command experience is far more abundant than him, and he can always dispatch personnel in time to block one breakthrough after another. No matter how brave the Governor fights, he cannot obtain more results in a short period of time.

Only on the left side of the battlefield, due to the peerless general like Hu Dahai, the cavalry's defense line has gradually been torn open. Not only Hu Dahai broke in, but Ivanov, Wu Liangmou, but also Zhu Bashiyi's personal soldiers, and dozens of warriors carefully selected from the auxiliary soldiers also broke in along the bloody path that Hu Dahai had fought out, and they also killed while walking, widening the bloody path wider and wider, and could never heal.

"Fire the artillery, fire the artillery, fire the infantry behind the cavalry, and prevent them from approaching!" Suddenly, a sudden enlightenment came to an end, and Huang Laoer jumped and ordered.

This order is easier to execute, because there are enemy cavalry in the middle, and there is no one who can see his own person in the target area at the moment, so there is no need to worry about accidental injury. The gunners, who have been burned by Hu Dahai's heroic performance, quickly adjusted the angle of the muzzle, and as accurate as possible, smashed the Tiedan Wan towards the Mongol infantry on the left side of the battlefield.

"Boom!" A cannonball roared on the open space between the cavalry and infantry, smashing a large pit two feet deep on the ground, and the heat was boiling.

"Boom!" The second shell had a slightly better head and hit the head of a sign walking forward, smashing the man half of his body and flying out, blood flowing all over the ground.

"Boom!" "Boom!" Third, the fourth projectile followed one after another, one hit the front of the infantry array, and was exhausted. The other one hit the stone and bounced at high speed, smashing away a stunned centurion. Then another infantryman landed on the ground, jumped up again, swept over the third person's waist, the fourth person's knees, and the fifth person's feet.

"Mom--!" The screams sounded shrill from the moving team. The unlucky centurion and his confidant were bombarded on the west by projectiles on the spot. The other three wounded soldiers dragged their broken limbs and rolled and wailed in a pool of blood.

Suddenly, the entire infantry team stopped, and everyone was at a loss when they looked at the huge deep pit in front of the team. Although the leading commander and centurion were loudly encouraging morale, telling the projectile that it was just an enlarged version of the gun, which was definitely not a magic trick. However, no one was willing to bet whether the projectile would fall on him in the next round.

"Advance, continue to move forward, otherwise implement the military law!" Yang Kai, the commander of the Han army, was furious and rode on the horse, slashing around. Under his pressure, the entire Han army's thousand-man team began to move slowly again, but the speed was like a foot-bound dancer. After a long time, he was unable to get close to the cavalry in front of him.

"Pull the cannons quickly, and apply the cannons quickly. After applying the cannons, install gunpowder, and continue to bombard them after loading the gunpowder! Don't let the enemy's infantry approach, don't give the enemy a chance to make a comeback!" Huang Lao Er jumped and ran around behind the four cannons.

The gunner was sweating profusely by him, but the steps of shooting were not omitted. Without more than twenty breaths, it was impossible to fire the second round of projectiles.

"You, you bunch of trash!" Huang Lao Er was so anxious that he continued to cheer for Hu Dahai with his hands on the battlements. Although he was so far away, his voice could not be heard by the other party.

"Brother Hu, Brother Hu is mighty! Big Hu is a good example! Brother Hu continues to kill, Wu Liangmou and Lao Yiwan are behind you! Brother Hu is mighty, Liu Qianhu has already followed the brigade, and Liu Qianhu and the brigade will arrive soon!"

He saw Hu Dahai rushing into a group of cavalry again, with great power. He saw Liu Ziyun sorting out all the auxiliary soldiers and musketeers on the left wing, and along with the archers and grenadiers who had been ordered to support the left wing, lined up in an orderly phalanx and quickly pressed towards the enemy's cavalry. He saw Wu Liangmou and Ivanov, leading more than 80 elite Red Turban Army soldiers, firmly protecting Hu Dahai, and not allowing Mongolian cavalry to launch sneak attacks from behind. He saw an injured elite Red Turban Army rolling out of the team, dancing a long sword, and rolling towards the horse hoof of the Mongolians.

The hot tears blurred his gaze. Huang Lao Er quickly wiped two hands with his hands and looked at him again. He saw Wu Liangmou lifting his steel knife high, turning his head, and shouting at the robes behind him. The young body was covered with golden sunshine.

"Come on, follow up with Brother Hu!" Wu Liangmou suddenly raised his voice and greeted him with a stranger, held up his steel knife, and joined Ivanov to lead more than 80 blood-covered officers quickly approaching Hu Dahai.

Hu Dahai's personal courage alone would definitely not be able to break the enemy's right-wing defense line. They must keep up with them, continue to expand the crack that Hu Dahai torn, and implant fear into the hearts of every Mongolian cavalry.

A group of Mongolian cavalrymen who were shooting cold arrows at Hu Dahai turned their short bows and tried to stop Wu Liangmou and others. Unexpectedly, Wu Liangmou, Ivan, and more than 30 Zhu Bashiyi's personal soldiers in the team also took the initiative. They actually protected other brothers on the outside by wearing plate armor, rushed to Hu Dahai with their feather arrows, and rushed behind him in three or two steps, forming an iron triangle again, and advancing towards the depths of the cavalry team.

"Roar up, rush up and trample him to death with a war horse! Are you worthy of being the descendants of Genghis Khan?!" The face of the leader of the thousand men was red as if he had been slapped hundreds of times. He drove his own soldiers and came up against the crowd of people who were running for life. "Kill him, whoever kills him will recommend him to lead the team out to patrol the salt stove next month! I keep my word!"

Patroling the salt stove means asking the stove owners for bribes as they please. Once, it was ten thousand yuan. With the stimulation of the heavy reward, more than a dozen cavalrymen mustered up all their courage and rushed up. First, they fired arrows at once, then raised their scimitars and chopped them down.

The speed cannot be rushed up, but they still have the height of the war horses to use. They can chop off their swords at a high level, and there is always a knife that can create miracles.

Seeing Hu Dahai being about to be covered by a knife light, Ivanov, who was following him, suddenly shouted loudly and threw the spear in his hand forward.

"Puff!" The sharp spear directly penetrated the neck of the war horse, causing the poor beast to hurt. He suddenly raised his front hooves and threw the warrior on his back hard, causing a broken tendon and a broken bone.

"Zhong!" "Zhong!" "Zhong!" The Red Turban Army soldiers holding spears in the team all threw the spear forward like Ivanov. The blackness formed a storm in the air. As the storm passed, the Mongolian warriors rushing towards Hu Dahai fell from the horse's back like persimmons hit by hail. Each of them had one to two spears inserted into their bodies, and they died terrible.

"Kill the Tartars!" Hu Dahai, who escaped the disaster, raised his head and shouted, "The long spears were used to pick Mongolian warriors who were lucky enough to be thrown to death one by one. It was the first time he had been in the army for so long, from the officers and soldiers of the court to the staff of the Red Turban Army that he found that the feeling of charging into the battlefield was so refreshing. It was like drinking strong wine around a fire, drinking it yourself without taste, but there were many brothers who were loyal to each other and shared the words, and the more they drank, the more they drank, the more they were enjoyable.

Under the urging of Fan Ge, Mongolian cavalry rushed towards him one after another. However, he was either stabbed to death by him, or was dismembered by Ivanov, Wu Liangmou and others.

More than eighty men cooperated for the first time, but they perfectly formed a killing machine. They rushed left and right among the Mongolian cavalry, as if they were entering a no-man. Two cavalry centurions rushed over from the side in circles, trying to save some face. Wu Liangmou quickly looked, threw out a shield, and smashed it on the neck of the war horse, causing one of them to give up halfway. Two Red Turban soldiers quickly rolled out of the team, and Park Knife slashed at the front leg of the other war horse.

"Boom!" The war horse fell to the ground, pressing a Red Turban Army soldier to his death. The Mongolian centurion on the horse was knocked to death and was stunned. Before he could get up from the ground, he was hit by more than twenty knives and turned into a pile of minced meat on the spot.

"Batu, Baoyintu, you two bring people!" The leader of the thousand men was still unwilling to accept it, and used the tip of the knife to force the soldiers under his command to continue to go forward and fight Hu Dahai for the desperate efforts. The two centurions whose names were pointed at him blankly looked at him, pulled the horse's head away, and no one was willing to die in vain.

"You--!" The leader of the thousand men was shy and angry, and pulled out his knife to enforce military law. "Be careful, Major General!" A personal soldier reached out and pushed him, then screamed and fell down the horse. "Ah--!"

"Ji Ping--!" The leader of the thousand men shouted, feeling as uncomfortable as a knife. The captain of the personal soldiers, Ji Ping, was a slave he had played with since childhood, and his relationship with each other was as close as brothers. Unexpectedly, today, he died in front of his horse.

"I'm going to kill you-!" The next moment, the leader of the thousand-man who was dazzled by anger held up a scimitar, jumped off the horse, and rushed towards Hu Dahai on foot. The spear was thrown by this tall man, and the target was originally himself. Ji Ping was shot by a big man in order to save his life, so he was beaten by a big man in black.

"Good come!" Hu Dahai took a scimitar he had just picked up from his brothers and quickly stepped forward to fight. "No need to come and help, you continue to push forward. After chiseling through this group of cavalry, go and chisel the enemy's right-wing infantry!"

It is indeed unnecessary to help. Although his skills are much more flexible than that of the moment, compared with Hu Dahai, the leader of the thousand men still seems extremely clumsy. Hu Dahai slapped his wrist and slapped the man's weapon off his hand. Then, another step was slashed in the sun, and the scimitar suddenly lit up in the sun, "Puff--!"

The head of the thousand-man leader jumped up together with his shoulders and flew five or six feet away. Half of his body swayed and staggered.

"Pange is dead, Pange is killed by a big black man!" The Mongolian soldiers around him shouted loudly, but no one dared to come and snatch the body. In the horrified eyes of everyone, Hu Dahai walked two steps in a pool of blood, pulled out his spear from the body of Ji Ping, the captain of Pange's personal soldiers, and then pointed at the tip of the noses of the other Mongolian warriors, "Kill--!"

"Kill--!" Wu Liangmou, Ivanov and others responded in unison, strode towards him, and formed a killing machine with Hu Dahai again.

"Kill--!" The mountain collapsed response sounded from behind them not far away. Liu Ziyun arrived with all the soldiers on the left wing, and walked neatly, sticking behind the triangle formation. The spear was like a forest, and the murderous aura soared into the sky.

I don’t know which Mongolian cavalry took the lead, and more than 230 cavalry remained. Suddenly, like an avalanche, they turned their war horses and fled towards their own infantry. They never dared to look back and take a look at them again.

"Come on them! Kill them happily!" Hu Dahai raised his spear again and made a loud suggestion.

"Chase over and kill it! Scatter their infantry directly! Don't give them a chance to make a comeback!" Liu Ziyun quickly adopted his opinion and ordered his personal soldiers to spread the orders throughout the team with the sound of a horn.

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo--!" The loud trumpet sounded, like a tiger roaring and a dragon roaring. All the red scarf soldiers on the left wing moved their steps and rolled forward like a mountain torrent, and all those who blocked the road were washed away.
Chapter completed!