Chapter 29 Mao Gui

"The general himself is invincible!" All the Mongolian and Han aides were somewhat familiar with the military tactics. From the performance of Xuzhou Hongscarf on the battlefield, it can be seen that this is a group of ants who are seriously lacking in training. Therefore, everyone thinks that Xuzhou is already within their reach.

They bent down and praised them.

"Yeah!" Wulabuhua smiled and nodded again, shook the reins, and took the lead to leaning towards his own military formation. He was one of the four dogs under Genghis Khan's tent and other descendants of the archer. He inherited the fanaticism of war in his bones. Although he read several Confucian classics, he was still so excited that he could not do it himself whenever he led his troops to fight.

Under the protection of Wulabuhua's personal soldiers, the aides quickly approached their own military formation on war horses. Then, with the tacit understanding developed by following the horses and horses for many years, they stopped at about 80 steps away from the military formation.

If this distance is converted into the time and space where Zhu Dapeng was originally located, it will be 120 meters. It will not affect the actions of the soldiers ahead, but will also send out orders in time and adjust the combat plan.

Immediately afterwards, a personal soldier pushed several special high cars from the barracks, adjusted the angle slightly, and skillfully put the high cars together to form a five-meter square and more than one meter high. Wulabuhua jumped off his mount, supported him by his personal soldier, walked up from the special steps, and personally inserted the red flag of the main general into the round hole in the center of the high platform.

"Win! Will win! Will win!" When the personal soldiers saw the flag of commanding up, they immediately opened their voices and shouted loudly. In an instant, all the Meng Yuan soldiers shouted, "Win! Will win! Will win! Will win!" "Win! Will win! Will win! Will win!" They all opened their teeth and were full of confidence.

The Mongolian Baihu Yetuntuo, who was ordered to pass the message on Wula Buhua, also came to the rebel army with ten loud voices. He learned the lesson that the provocateur was nailed to the ground by Sesame Li. This time, he consciously took the horse's head around about one hundred and fifty steps away. Then he opened his throat and shouted repeatedly: "Listen to Sesame Li, my general said, so that you don't have to worry. Slowly organize the team, when will the team be sorted out, and when will it be too late to go forward and die!"

"Li, listen to Sesame Li, my boss said, so you don't have to worry. Slowly organize the team, when will the team be sorted out, and when will it be too late to go forward and die!" Ten loud Mongolian cavalrymen followed behind Yetuntuo, and all opened their voices and repeated loudly in very fluent Chinese.

"We will win! We will win! We will win!" "We will win! We will win! We will win!" After hearing this, the Meng Yuan soldiers shouted more and more frenzied, as if the opponent was full of cattle and sheep, and they could immediately slaughter them.

When the soldiers of the Xuzhou Army heard this, their morale would inevitably be a little hit. The Rakshasa ghost soldiers on the opposite side had already seen it clearly, and they did have shadows in the sun. However, the figure and appearance of the ghost soldiers made them ashamed. They were also humans, and the height of the other party was nine feet away. Even the strongest ones on their side, such as Peng Da, the governor of the Later Army and Zhu Bashiyi, the governor of the Left Army, were only about eight and a half feet tall, which was half a head lower than the lowest soldier on the other side.

Looking at each other, each of the ghost soldiers was covered with half-body iron armor, which was not made by a skillful craftsman. The entire chest was actually a complete piece, shining in the sun. It was connected with the shoulder guards, crotch guards and leg guards, blocking all the vital parts of the body tightly. Even the huge soles were wearing pairs of big iron-covered boots, which looked thick and heavy, and could easily step on the ground out of the dirt pit.

The troops without armor were completely exposed to the air, such as forearms, calves, etc., at the end of November, they didn't feel cold. The golden hairs that were more than an inch long stood upside down, like hedgehogs wearing armor.

On the Xuzhou Army, most people only wore thick cloth cages. Even the chief soldiers and a very small number of elite soldiers wore at most pigskin armor. The convective arrow may also have a certain degree of protection. When encountering the short blade in the hands of the Rakshasa ghost soldiers, it will definitely be like paper.

"Mao Gui, go out and slam the enemy's might!" Sesame Li keenly felt that his morale was declining rapidly. He quickly pulled out a temporary red flag and handed it to the former army commander Mao Gui, "Kill that person and let Wula Buhua see my Jianghuai man!"

"No!" Mao Gui, the former army general, bowed and took the order, dragged the red tassel gun and stepped out. While walking towards the clamoring Mongolian households, he smiled and shouted: "That guy who is timid, don't yell anymore. If you have the ability to let the horse come over and let Mao take your head!"

"You!" Brother Yesun Mo was shouting proudly, but he didn't expect that Sesame Li would just send someone who didn't even have a horse to challenge him. He was stunned for a moment, and anger arose from his heart, "I'll make you happy when I look for death!"

After saying that, he also asked his coach for instructions, knocked his legs on stirrups, and rushed directly to Mao Gui's head.

"Damn it!" Wula Buhua saw the scene in front of the two armies clearly, and couldn't help frowning again. Sesame Li obviously wanted to use the formation to kill the enemy generals to inspire morale. Brother Yesun Mo dared to respond without asking for instructions. However, at this moment, the call of Brother Yesun Mo back would definitely have an adverse impact on morale. Therefore, after hesitating for a moment, he decisively ordered, "Beat the drum and cheer for Brother Yesun Mo!"

"Boom, rumbling!" The thunderous war drum sounded again. The Mongolian Yuan soldiers stopped shouting and looked at Yesun Mo Ge. The two generals fought one by one, and this scene was only found in the mouth of Mr. Pinghua in the teahouse. If they were to switch to other formal battlefields, everyone would not have the chance to open their eyes.

Among thousands of pairs of expectant eyes, the steel lotus leaf armor, also Tun Mo Ge, held a long sword with a hundred-degree sword, and rushed towards the ant thief who had only half of the armor and held a wooden-handled red tassel gun. The movements of the man and the horse were skillful and harmonious, and each movement revealed strength and beauty.

Looking at the ant thief who was facing Yesun Mo Ge, he was obviously afraid before the battle. The red tassel gun in his hand was swaying around and could not be a straight line at all.

In just a blink of an eye, Brother Shen Mo had already rushed to the opponent. He let out a loud shout, "Hey!", and the long sword of Bailian fell into the air with the speed of horses, slashing a lightning bolt in the sun.

"Okay!" The soldiers of the Mongol Yuan cheered in unison, raised their eyes, ready to see the beautiful scenery of the human head flying into the air with blood. However, to their disappointment, there was no blood in the air, and instead swallowed Brother Mo himself. Suddenly, he was shaking and shaking on the horse's back as if he was drunk, and let the mount take him dozens of steps away, but still did not hold the reins.

"Ah!" The cheering voice turned into a scream. The Mongols' soldiers blinked desperately and digged to the bottom. They saw the ant thief who was supposed to be in a different place with a long time ago shaking the red cherry snatching, strode from behind and pushing it lightly.

"Pu!" The body of the Swallowed Mo Ge fell off the horse's back like a rotten wood, and a large amount of dirty blood appeared in his mouth. The ant thief grabbed the unowned war horse, jumped up, put on a gun in his hand, and saluted the soldiers of the Mongolian Yuan from afar, "Thank you, Lord Censor, to send someone to deliver the horse! Mao Gui is polite here!"

"Mr. Xie Jingshi sent someone to deliver the horses to the door! Mr. Xie Jingshi sent someone to deliver the horses to the door!" The soldiers of Xuzhou army laughed and repeated Mao Gui's words over and over again. The morale that had just been knocked down instantly increased to the extreme again.

"Avenge!" The ten Mongolian cavalrymen who were in charge of shouting, who were in charge of shouting, recovered from the shock, and at the same time urged their mounts to rush over, thinking that Yiduo would win. Under the Sesame Li Shuai, they immediately rushed out the ten most flexible scouts, stopped them halfway, and fought against them on the battlefield.

The victory and defeat were almost revealed in a few blinks of fingers. The ten loud Mongolian cavalry underestimated the enemy and were very careful, and their morale was greatly hit by the death of Yesun Mo Ge. In the first hedging, four of them were killed by the scouts under Sesame Li. However, only two of them were caught off guard, and one of them had a dazzling red color floated on his shoulders.

"Follow me!" Mao Gui, the former army general, shook the reins and took the remaining eight scouts, and rushed to the six Mongolian cavalry in the middle of the battlefield again. The remaining six loud cavalry had been killed so bravely that they saw that there was another killing star among the opponent. He was so scared that he screamed and fled.

"Hmm!" Meng Yuan coach Wulabuhua frowned and snorted coldly. "Transfer the order, kill without mercy!!"

"Woo————!" An angry horn sounded on the commanding platform. More than 30 strong men immediately rushed out of the Mongolian cavalry team. He welcomed the loud cavalry who had escaped back to the formation and took a slash without saying a word.

"Raaaa!" The scream stopped abruptly. Six bloody heads were cut off, carried by spears, and displayed back and forth in front of the Yuan army's own formation.

The soldiers of the Mongol Yuan saw it and were shuddered. No one wanted to wince in the subsequent battle and finally died humiliatedly under the military law.

The Mongolian and Han aides on the commanding stage all flattered and made a sound, "As the saying goes, "Celebrity does not control the army, and the commander acts like this, with his grandson of ancient times and Wu's legacy."

"That's right, exactly, how can the seven forbidden and fifty-four kills vary from person to person? If you kill well, you will be able to kill well. Such timid and incompetent people will not be kept in the army!"

"Hmm!" Wu Labuhua frowned like an old tree bark, and continued to snort coldly with a blue face.

Although he had long expected that Brother Yesun Mo might die because of underestimating the enemy, he did not expect that this person would give his life so happily. He had not seen one meeting and turned into a corpse. What he didn't expect was that those ten loud guys dared to escape in the face of the battle!

The blow to morale was too heavy, heavy enough to make the victory of this battle lose its color. Don’t want to give the ant thieves more opportunities to show off their power, Wulabuhua bit his teeth hard and sent a dark red flag in his hand. "It’s too much to deceive people! Andrew, take your people to suppress them, kill that person, and avenge Brother Shin Mo! "

"Andrew, take your people to suppress them, kill that person, and avenge Brother Tun Mo!" Immediately, a personal soldier took the Lingqi and rode his horse to Andrew, the Qianhu of Rakshasa.

"No!" Andrew, the leader of Rakshasa, who had been unable to control his ability, agreed and immediately raised the short blade and steel shield in his hand high, "Caucasus One Thousand Team, follow me!"

"Caucasus Thousands Team, Caucasus Thousands Team!" Nearly a thousand Rakshasa ghost soldiers repeated in stiff Chinese, following Andrew, pushing forward step by step. The total was only four rows deep, but the momentum was like tens of thousands of troops, and it was so powerful.

The short blades in their hands were made from the other side of the Black Sea at a high price. Although they were only half a meter long, they were nearly wide and narrow in one palm, with both sides of the blades, which were extremely sharp. The shields in their hands were also customized from the same location, with half an inch of fine steel as the surface, and there was also a thick layer of jujube wood inside, which was difficult to penetrate even the armor-breaking cone, not to mention the simple spears in the hands of the peasant army opposite. In addition, the fine steel armor wrapped around all the key points, everyone was almost a mobile fortress. They had the confidence to crush them into powder when encountering any obstacles along the way, and they didn't have to care about the difference in the number of people between them.

Seeing that the enemy's vanguard had already crushed him like a chariot, Sesame Li knew that it was time to see the truth. He ordered his personal soldiers to call Mao Gui back, and then shook the reins of the war horse and prepared to take the central army to fight in person. However, Xuzhou Army Chief Zhao Junyong, blocked his horse's head, waved his hand, and said loudly: "This is just a temptation. The chief general cannot take action himself. Let's let it go."

"Master General, I'll do it!" Zhang Xiaoer, the leader of the Shanzi Camp, had been impatient for a long time. He ran back from the left front of the position and volunteered. "Let me destroy them and take some armor for the brothers!"

"Okay! Be careful! I'll send someone to pick you up at any time!" Sesame Li thought for a while and nodded slightly.

"Brothers, come with me to remove the armor. They are all iron-clad, whoever gets it will be!" Zhang Xiaoer ran back to his team, raised his arms and mobilized loudly.

"Hahahaha" Everyone had just witnessed Mao Gui's wonderful performance of stabbing the enemy general to death with one move, and his morale was in full swing. He laughed in unison, followed Zhang Xiaoer, the commander of Shanzi Camp, and went to the Rakshasa soldiers in a mess.

Note 1: I am Mao Gui, the chief general of the former army. You are very satisfied with the view. Please help me! The chief general of the former army took off a small gong from his waist and rang it hard.
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