Chapter 219 Untitled

After this battle, the Huai'an army was like the Yue family army, and was famous in history. Hearing the deafening cheers around, Lu Lu also tried hard to stand up.

No matter how unreliable Zhu Bashiyi's command was, no matter whether the coalition forces had stepped into the enemy's ambush circle, everyone won this battle after all. The winners never need to be blamed. Even if their victory was completely based on weapons and equipment that spanned an entire era.

"Grandmaster, mighty!" "Grandmaster, mighty!" Tens of thousands of people cheered in unison, like a tide, one wave higher than another. After winning, everyone won again. Although they had been ambushed by the enemy, they could still win after being ambushed. This happened to prove that the super power of the Huaian Army was completely proved that Meng Yuan had exhausted his energy and the fate of China returned!

"My Red Turban Army is mighty!" Zhu Bashiyi quickly looked around, raised his hands, and greeted the brothers around him. The feeling of being watched is indeed good. No wonder later generations even liked to make a big military parade if they have anything to do. Amid the cheers like tide, the person's mind quickly felt dizzy and fluttering. His whole body was as comfortable as if he had something to do in a hot spring.

"Red Turban Army, mighty! The Grand Governor is mighty!" The nearby Caicai saw Governor Zhu greeting him, and tried to lift half of his body from the ground and responded with a loud voice. Every time the Huai'an Army wins, it means that everyone is one step closer to their dreams. It means that killing is one step further away from their parents, wives and children at home. For this step, they are willing to give everything.

"Red Turban Army, mighty! The Grand Commander!" Amid the deafening cheers, Mao Gui, the chief general of Mengcheng, also straightened his body straight.

There was a little jealousy, but more of it was glory. Zhu Bashiyi was treated as a friend when he first debuted. Zhu Bashiyi's left army expanded several times and received his unswerving support. Now, more than 30% of the officers above the company level of the Huai'an Army came from his command. Therefore, he was qualified to share this glory and was willing to enjoy it.

Wang Xuan, who was following Mao Gui, suddenly became a little uneasy. With the support of the Huaian Army, he crossed the river and went north and made a world of his own. From any perspective, he made a business today that he made a sure profit without losing money. However, seeing the proud faces of Huaian soldiers and hearing the cheers of the tsunami in his ears, he suddenly felt that his choice might not be as perfect as he imagined. Perhaps staying with Governor Zhu, turning 20,000 Huang Army away from the waste and preserved essence completely into a part of the Huaian Army, which is better for him and his brothers. After all, with the current development momentum of the Huaian Army, it would be no problem to be a commander in it, and it would be better for him or his brothers to be famous in the future. But as an ally, Du Fuwei and Luo Yi of the Tang Dynasty did not have any good results.

While hesitating, a new wave of cheers from the collapse of the land came from his ears, "Grandmaster, mighty!" "Grandmaster, mighty!" The crowd could divide a passage from it. A famous strong man over eight feet tall ran over with a spear and pulled a broken flag, threw the flag to the ground from a distance, bowed and shouted: "Grandmaster, I will fulfill my mission!"

"Is it the handsome flag of King Xuan Rang?" Zhu Bashiyi was overjoyed, stepped forward and supported Xu Hongsan's arm, and asked loudly.

"Yes!" Xu Hongsan opened his throat, fearing that the people around him would not hear it. "The Grand Commander ordered the King of Xuan's command to take over the King of Xuan's command. Fortunately, the general did not insult his mission!"

"Pick it up and let everyone see clearly!" Zhu Bashiyi patted Xu Hongsan's hand and ordered loudly.

"Yes!" Xu Hongsan responded loudly again, bent down and picked up the flag again, shook it open in the air, then struggled to raise it high and shake it back and forth.

"Magnificent~" "Magnificent!" The shouts soared into the sky, making people excited.

Xuan Rang Wang Timur's unlucky handsome flag was covered with footprints of all sizes, and was picked up on a spear like a diaper. The original owner of this handsome flag had shamelessly escaped before Xu Hongsan could kill him. He was surrounded by a complete Mongolian 10,000-person team!

Leaving without fighting! The Mongolian army, which once swept across the country, was so scared by everyone that it was gone without fighting! What kind of glory is this for the soldiers of the Red Turban Army around them? You know, many of them have been enlisted in less than half a year. Before that, their ears were almost filled with myths about the invincible Mongols. In their ancestors, fathers, and oral stories, they were all about how Boyan killed Jiangnan and blood flowed into a river, and hundreds of Mongolian cavalry chased tens of thousands of Han men with no way out. But today, they personally turned the legend backwards and gave the shame of escaping to those former conquerors.

"Grandmaster, mighty!" A veteran in the team burst into tears and shouted over and over with his sword. It was Governor Zhu who gave everyone the opportunity to wash away the shame for his ancestors and his fathers. It was Governor Zhu who made gunpowder, artillery and unique military training secrets, which gave everyone the courage to fight the imperial army. It was Governor Zhu who led everyone from Xuzhou to Huai'an, and from Huai'an to Gaoyou. When they came here, from one victory to the next. It was Governor Zhu who suddenly realized that the enemy Mongols were not invincible, as long as everyone could defeat themselves first.

"Grandmaster, mighty!" Countless soldiers held their weapons high and spoke loudly. At this moment, they were extremely proud. At this moment, they were willing to do anything for their own governors, or even die for their own governors.

"My Huai'an army! I will win!" Zhu Bashiyi's heart was also burned by the shouts around him. He took a few steps, took the spear from Xu Hongsan's hand, and waved it hard.

The crowd automatically made way for Zhu Bashiyi to carry the captured enemy flag and continue to strode forward. Every time he passed by, the cheers were like thunder in early spring. "Grandmaster, mighty!" "Huai'an Army! Will win!" "Grandmaster, mighty!" "Grandmaster, mighty!" "Huai'an Army! Will win!", spreading rapidly along the canal to the north and south. The flowing clouds in the sky were excited, and white figures floated down.

"Although this kid is not capable of power, he is fighting very badly." Lu Lu once wiped his red eyes and followed quickly. "But at least he has never suffered any major losses yet! Maybe he is really destined to be with him, so no matter what mistake he makes, he can do it by chance! What if he doesn't matter, let him go! Maybe the world has really changed, and it turns out that those things won't work! Follow him, and follow him, maybe you can walk a brand new path!"
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