Chapter 133 The Kill

Thousands of people and thousands of guns entered like a wall. The team was followed by rows of musketeers and archers.

The Mongol cavalry, who had been killed and bravely lost, were driven to flee, fearing that their speed would not be increased fast enough. However, a team of thousands of infantrymen on their right wing was coming to pick them up. Although they walked slowly, they were blocking the cavalry's retreat.

"Walk around, go around from the side, do not hinder your own people, do not hinder your own positions!" Yang Kai, the commander of the Han army, was so anxious that he was sweating profusely, and waved his steel knife to shout orders at the defeated soldiers.

There are two Japanese soldiers, how can they be qualified to command the Mongolian Taijun? What's more, the Taijuns have been scared to lose their most judgment! The Mongolian soldiers ignored the destruction and tried hard to hit the stirrups. The fastest fifty war horses rushed towards Yang Kai, the leader of the thousand-man Yang Kai without any pause.

"Military order, retreating in the face of battle." The commander of the thousand-time captain Yang Kai was unwilling to give up and raised his knife to try to threaten. The personal soldiers beside him quickly pulled the reins of his horse and took the mount to the right as quickly as possible. "Do not to hide, they really dare to step on you!"

Indeed, although the retreating cavalry did not have the courage to turn back, they did not care about trampling one or two Han people to death to clear the way for them. More than fifty horses rushed over almost against the shoulders of the commander Yang Kai. Wherever the horse's hooves passed, the Han soldiers who had no time to hide were broken and broken.

"Get out of the way, get out of the way! Don't you open your eyes? You deserve it if you hit me!" The second wave of defeated soldiers fled to the front of the formation in a flash, and drove straight into the flesh and blood channel that the first wave of defeated soldiers stepped out.

"Get out of the way, get out of the way! The Red Turban Army is here, and the Red Turban Army is catching up!" Immediately afterwards, the third wave, the fourth wave, more than 200 war horses, whose speed is not high, but their destructive power is unparalleled. All soldiers who blocked the way to the war horses were stepped into flesh and mud. The remaining survivors dodged one after another, and would rather rush into their own military formation than use their flesh and blood to pad the horse's hooves of the Mongolian Taijun.

In a blink of an eye, more than 200 Mongolian cavalry passed through the formation and threw the split infantry formation behind him, and no one was willing to look back and take a look.

"You--!" Yang Kai, the commander of the thousand-man who was almost trampled to death by a war horse, looked at his formation and was crying without tears. He took the risk of being hit by the projectile and barely maintained his formation. Unexpectedly, at the last moment, he was directly crushed by the collapsed Mongolian cavalry. Not far away, the spearmen of the Red Turban Army had already pushed over. Without a complete formation, his 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 next!

"Qianhu, Hong, Hong, Honghu Army, kill us!" Deputy Qianhu Lu Fang and Ye Peng ran forward and stammered, "Sir, Honghu Army is here! What should we do?"

"What should I do? Smooth salute!" Yang Kai, the commander of the thousand-man, spit out a scarlet spit, gritted his teeth and raised the steel knife, "Brothers, follow me and protect the Mongolian master!"

After saying that, he turned around and took the lead in chasing the Mongolian soldiers.

"Protect the Mongolian Master?" Lu Fang and Ye Peng were stunned for a moment. They woke up from their dreams, and raised their swords one after another and turned their mounts. "Brothers, protect the Mongolian Master. The Red Thief can learn magic, so they must not let them hurt the Mongolian Master!"

"Boom!" When the two Han soldiers who were not sure where to go in the battle, they dropped their weapons and fled in scattered their scattered forces. No one was willing to stay anymore to block the Red Turban Army's troops for the Mongolian Taijun.

They defeated without fighting! Just as the Red Turban soldiers were about to destroy the enemy in one go, the Mongols Thousand-People Team on the opposite side suddenly collapsed without fighting.

Not only Hu Dahai, who was rushing to the front of the team, was stunned, but Liu Ziyun, who was commanding the entire left wing later, was also stunned for a moment.

However, there were a few people in the team who responded quickly, and Wu Liangmou was the leader. Seeing the enemy standing in front of the left wing and fleeing, he immediately opened his throat and reminded: "Go and kill Chu Buha, and kill Chu Buha. There are not many people left by his side! If you kill him, we will definitely win this battle."

"Kill Chu Buha!" Liu Ziyun didn't have time to think too much, so he pointed the steel knife in his hand at the enemy's commander flag and shouted the order.

"Kill Chu Buha!" 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 and kill Chu Buha! The centurions each manage their own team! Follow General Hu and kill Chu Buha!" Liu Ziyun knocked his helmet hard with the back of the knife, and then continued to issue orders.

The enemy's right wing was destroyed like this? The combat effectiveness of the Mongolian cavalry was not as good as that of the Han army and the two Tartars? Heaven, how did they destroy the Song Dynasty?! Until now, Liu Ziyun could not believe his eyes. However, the roars from the helmet clearly told him that everything in front of him was true. The enemy's right wing was completely collapsed, and it was destroyed by Hu Dahai and more than 80 brothers. Chu Buha's weakness was exposed to everyone, just waiting for everyone to rush forward and stab him.

"All auxiliary soldiers, follow Hu Dahai!" He took a deep breath. He snatched an iron trumpet from his personal soldiers and shouted with all his strength, "All auxiliary soldiers, follow Hu Dahai! Musketeers, musketeers, archers and grenades approached me, and everyone went to kill Chu Buha together!"

"All auxiliary soldiers follow Hu Dahai! Musketeers, archers and grenades are moving closer to Liu Qianhu!" The personal soldiers raised their iron trumpets and repeated the orders clearly.

Without them repeating, the auxiliary soldiers and soldiers were also doing this. Hu Dahai's heroic performance just now had already convinced all his brothers, and everyone was willing to follow him and charge into battle. Musketeers, archers and grenades were not suitable for rushing to fight in the front. So he simply stayed to form the second echelon and looked for new fighters.

"Kill Chu Buha!" Hu Dahai strode towards the Yuan army's commander flag. Beside and behind him, he was surrounded by brothers from the Red Turban Army.

Thousands of people and thousands of guns, advancing like a wall.

At this moment, what flags and commands are needed?! Hu Dahai's tall and burly figure is a flag. Any brother who can see the reflection of his armor will follow without a single step. Even if the swords and fires are blocked in front, it will not be rushed!

Thousands of people and thousands of guns, advancing like a wall.

"Woooo, woooooooooooooooo--" More than twenty Mongolian scouts responsible for battlefield alerts and passing orders saw the moving spear wall. While blew the horn desperately to warn the army in his home, they urged their mounts to greet them.

They tried to delay time and use their lives to buy Chu Buha's reaction time. However, their efforts were destined to be futile. More than 20 war horses were as small and powerless as mantis blocking a car. They splashed only a few faint blood light and disappeared without a trace. However, the wall of the spear continued to roll forward, rumbled, and stepped on the ground up and down.

"Atachi, Alandaer, Dudan, you three bring all your personal soldiers to me!" Seeing the twenty scouts disappearing in front of the spear wall, Chu Buha, deputy envoy of Lianjie, gritted his teeth and took out the last bet book.

"Master--!" The three personal captains with obvious Western Regions faces were stunned and protested loudly.

These three hundred personal soldiers are the last barrier for the commander. If they all pressed on them, Chu Buha would only have Goryeo drummers and civilian staff. If someone suddenly emerged, the consequences would be unimaginable.

"Go quickly!" Chu Buha's face twitched, and he slowly pulled out a scimitar with gems from his waist. The cavalry composed entirely of Mongolian warriors collapsed first. The right-wing Han army fled without fighting, and his son's life and death were unknown. To this extent, it was no point in keeping his own soldiers by his side.

Bet on all the bets, and maybe there is still a chance to save some face, and then organize the retreat calmly. If you are still reluctant to fight hard at this moment, if the Red Turban Army is killed from the right to the front of his commanding flag, the left and middle lanes that were previously struggling to support will inevitably fall into chaos. The more than 6,000 people who followed him to fight today will be ruined here!

"Yes, the general!" The three centurions did not dare to fight anymore, jumped off their mounts, and led their own team of 100 soldiers on foot to face the slowly coming spear wall. The expression on each of them was ferocious.

The distance is too close and there are too few cavalrymen, so it is better to abandon the horse and walk in a formation and fight in formation. They are personal soldiers, the commander's personal soldiers, and the elite among the elites. The other party is just a group of mobs, holding a hoe a few months ago.

"Beat - drum!" Chu Buha turned around and glared at the panic-faced Korean drummers, his beards standing upright, like an angry lion.

"Dongdongdongdong, dongdongdongdongdong, dongdongdongdongdong, dongdongdongdongdong" The Korean drummers were frightened and beat the war drums desperately. The low drum sound rushed forward against the ground, constantly urging the soldiers to the footsteps. Three hundred soldiers with distinctive armored soldiers suddenly raised their heads and roared, "Ah--!", holding up a scimitar and hitting the spear wall.

"Put the spear flat!" Hu Dahai's pupils suddenly shrank, and he picked up the spear and aimed at the chest of the Yuan army general who was rushing towards him in front.

"Fight the spear and smooth the spear!" Wu Liangmou, Ivanov and the centurions among the auxiliary soldiers took the Han army's standard spear they picked up, and pointed the three-foot-long gun attack at the Yuan soldiers who rushed over.

"Five steps forward, rush!" Hu Dahai shouted again, moved his legs, and rushed forward with big strides.

"Five steps forward and rush!" Wu Liangmou, Ivanov and the centurions among the auxiliary soldiers repeated in unison. Follow Hu Dahai's footsteps and walked forward side by side.

The soldiers on both sides gritted their teeth and accelerated to get closer to each other. They could soon see each other's eyes, noses, and light yellow faces. "Kill--!" At the last moment, both sides tried hard to expel the breath held in their chests and handed the weapons to the other party's vital points. Everyone did not hesitate to attack.

Blood gushed out of the wound like a fountain, hundreds of gushed into the sky, dyeing the wind and sunshine into dazzling red.

The injured screamed and rolled on the ground, while the dead were silent. Next to the blood-stained corpse, soldiers on both sides sacrificed their lives to fight, either stabbed their opponents to death, or were stabbed to death by their opponents, and had no choice.

Wu Liangmou picked up the scimitar that was slashing at his scimitar, and one spear pierced through the opponent's throat. Another scimitar immediately shone with a cold light and headed straight to his chest. The red scarf brother beside him came forward and used a spear to block the killing attack for Wu Liangmou. The third scimitar came over and cut off the brother's collarbone, and was stabbed to death by Ivanov. Wu Liangmou roared and shook his spear, and picked the person who attacked him into the air.

"Keep the formation, keep the formation!" Hu Dahai led the team to rush, while stressing loudly. "We have many people here, don't fight with them alone. Poke forward together, poke forward together, poke them to death!"

"Post them to death, poke them to death!" The soldiers of the Red Turban Army around him repeated with a loud voice, and at the same time, they rushed forward with a spear in their hands. The three Mongolian soldiers who rushed over were unable to resist, and countless blood holes were poked out of their bodies. They fell to the ground screaming and stopped breathing quickly.

"Keep the formation and keep the formation!" The centurions of the Red Turban Army shouted loudly, spreading their experience everywhere. The battlefield is the best place to train. After several fierce battles, all the alive soldiers were all elite soldiers.

"Keep the formation, poke together, poke together!" The Red Turban Army auxiliary soldiers around quickly mastered Guan Qiao, who killed the enemy and protected themselves, and moved each other's bodies as close as possible, raised their spears shoulder to shoulder, and stabbed each other side by side, becoming the last support for the robes around them.

A sturdy Mongolian brand head shouted and rushed to the front of the formation, blocking the opponent's spear with a round shield. One, two, three, and more spears pierced from both sides and pierced into his left and right ribs. Then he was lifted up high and threw it into the air, with blood flowing like a waterfall.

The other three Seme Samurai formed a small formation, and fought against the surrounding Red Turban Army with their backs against each other. Their martial arts skills were far superior to those of the surrounding Red Turban Army brothers. However, this was not a martial arts competition, and no one told you what the number of people was equal. Several spears tripped their weapons from the upper side, and several spears pierced their thighs from the bottom.

"Ah--!" The three Semetic warriors screamed like wounded wolves, long and desolate. The brothers of the Red Turban Army quickly pulled their spear back, and blood sprayed out of their thighs like a fountain, gathering into a stream on the surrounding ground. The Semetic warriors lost too much blood, stood unsteadily, and the small formation fell apart. Several spears stabbed over, ending their pain.

"Hold on, hold on, the commander is behind us!" Atachi, the centurion of the personal soldier, roared loudly, and the scimitar in his hand was as fast as a windmill. Dozens of Mengyuan's personal soldiers gathered with him to form a difficult lump. A team of Red Turban brothers rushed up and were forced to hold on. Both sides traded their lives in a very small range, and no one was willing to retreat. The surrounding Red Turban Army continued to rush forward like a tide, pushing them together with another group of Mengyuan soldiers, pushing each other and moving constantly.

"Old Ivan, continue to lead the team forward and kill, leave it to me!" Hu Dahai suddenly turned around from the crowd and rushed to the stalemate. A brother from the red scarf fell to the ground seriously injured. He rushed in through the gap quickly, and his spear in his hand stabbed the enemy facing him like a giant python.

"Clang!" Atachi used a scimitar to block Hu Dahai's spear with a scimitar. Then he roared and launched a counterattack. His body shook left and right, and the knife was not far from the opponent's vital points. Hu Dahai took a sideways, turned around, turned around, and then took another step. His movements were as quick as a leopard that was rushing to eat. He picked the man's scimitar away in just a few seconds. Then he shot and smashed the man's throat.

The iron lump formed by the Meng Yuan soldiers collapsed quickly. The warriors who lost their backbone turned their bodies and fled in panic. "Keep the formation!" Hu Dahai raised his gun and emphasized, leading everyone to catch up quickly, stabbing the enemy one by one from behind, turning them into corpses.

The square formation became neat again, and the Meng Yuan soldiers trapped in the formation were either killed or fled in panic. The spears formed a wall again and pushed forward. Thousands of people and thousands of spears advanced like walls. Under the leadership of two other centurions, Chu Buha's personal soldiers retreated and resisted step by step, and were killed in a miserable way.

"Beat the drum, beat the drum to cheer!" Chu Buha, deputy envoy of Lianjie, gritted his teeth and issued an order, then jumped off his mount, rushed towards his personal soldiers on foot, and fought side by side with them.

"The Grand Marshal is here, the Grand Marshal is here in person!" Centurion Alandaer and Dudan shouted loudly, using Chu Buha's prestige to boost morale. The surrounding soldiers quickly formed a series of human walls, blocking Chu Buha behind him, and fighting to the death without retreating.

As if they were looking back, they burst out with amazing combat power again. They resisted the spear wall of the Red Turban Army, making the opponent unable to make progress. Hu Dahai personally led the team forward twice, but failed to shake the opponent. He was so angry that he roared loudly, "Get out of the way, those who don't want to die are getting out of the way. You are either Han people or Semu Gu, who are fighting for a Mongolian Tartar?!"

Chu Buha's personal soldiers looked at him angrily and continued to grit their teeth and fight to the death. They would rather be stabbed into a sieve by a spear than to protect the commander behind him and the honor of the soldiers. Chu Buha is a good official. Although he still carries the inherent arrogance of the Mongols, he is always loyal to their close friends and will always respond to their requests. Therefore, they must give ten times the reward.

"Old Hu, let me do it!" Liu Ziyun was holding a mesh gun and walked around from the side of the spear formation. The gun pointed at Wu Liangmou's shoulder and aimed at Chu Buha's chest.

"Don't mess around! Get out! This group of people are stinging!" Hu Dahai shouted loudly, fearing that Liu Ziyun would take risks with him. The melee ability of the melee gun is equal to zero. If the commander Liu Ziyun died in battle, everyone's results today would be at least half of the gloomy results.

Responding to him was a loud noise, "Bang!". A stream of smoke was sprayed out from the muzzle of the convex gun, and Chu Buha, 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 is not the three axes in storytelling. Not only is he brave and good at fighting, but he also cherishes soldiers and cares for the people. While building a large area of ​​territory for Zhu Yuanzhang, he also discovered and recommended Liu Ji, Song Lian, Ye Chen and others. Unfortunately, he died later due to the murder of surrendered generals and failed to see the Mongolians withdraw from the Central Plains with his own eyes. The drunkard admired this person very much, so he would give him a brilliant position in this fictional novel.
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