Thunder (6)

The situation on the battlefield has changed dramatically.

After more than two hours of hard fighting, more than 10,000 cavalry under Nerha finally went around to the back of the captive army. The trumpeters howled wolf to tell Dachun that the general attack could begin.

In the formation of the captives, Zou Wei waved the battle flag and signaled the troops to implement the second set of reserve plans. This was one of the worst-case scenarios that the pre-war staff officers had taken into account. In view of the enemy's rapid movement and the characteristics of detour operations, Zou Wei sent two infantry battalions to cooperate with several civilian armed forces who rushed to help in the battle, and guarded the enemy's possible circuitous routes. However, after all, the combat effectiveness of the civilian armed forces could not be compared with that of the Mongol iron cavalry, and they paid a huge price, only playing the role of delaying the enemy army, and could not stop the desperate assault of Nerha.

Zhang Tang and Fang Liancheng led the heavy infantry, pikemen and musketeers to form a new circular formation, protecting the two wings and the back of the central phalanx.

When the enemy army changes formation, it is the best time for the cavalry to attack, and the ancestor of the Tanma Red Army Wanhu Yuan hesitated and did not dare to give the order to attack. On the other side, Li Liang was still harassing and tempting, and both of them believed that since Nerha had arrived, it was no longer relevant to whether the Red Army of Tanma could be on or not.

"All the troops are attacking!" Da Chun smiled bitterly and waved the order flag. This is a victory without a winner, even if the broken army is surrounded and annihilated today, the Yuan army on the Jiangnan West Road must be withdrawn. In two hours of fighting, 15,000 to 18,000 Mongolian men died on the battlefield, without Mongolian warriors as the backbone, would the Yuan army still have combat effectiveness?

The last five teams of 10,000 people stepped forward quickly, and behind the captive army, Nerha also surrounded them. If one of the two sides is destined to fall today, Nairha hopes that it will never be the Mongols who will fall.

The soldiers and horses of both sides got closer and closer, and at this time, the clearest hearing in everyone's ears was not the sporadic sound of artillery and the rumbling hooves of horses. Everyone could hear their own heartbeat, which thundered in their chests. Wu Xizao licked his lips, a little fishy, and he didn't know if the blood on his mouth was his own or Mongolian. Outside of the heavy smoke, Nerha wiped his face, it was a little sticky, and the blood and fire had already baked his face black and red.

"Woo-woo-woo-woo!" Another horn sounded on the battlefield, and next to Dachun's main formation, a team of more than 10,000 people walked into the field. A few of the new soldiers of the annex carried trombones, blew them desperately, and flatteringly told Dachun that they could also go into battle.

"Ha, ha, ha, ha!" Da Chun laughed wildly, tears and snot dripping down. The new annex is here, what are they doing here? Whether it is to clean the battlefield, or to bury the corpses of compatriots. Just now, there were constantly chaotic soldiers fleeing on their side, and some people kept reporting the "emergency military situation" of being "sneak attacked by tens of thousands of broken troops" in order to escape the battle, but now, the overall situation has been decided, and they actually repelled the "attack" and came to help the war!

Ridiculous, ridiculous.

More than 10,000 new troops dragged closer to the Chinese army, the front team was less than a hundred steps away from Dachun, but the rear team was dragged out for half a mile.

Da Chun suddenly felt that something was wrong, the nest of the new annexed army was famous all over the world. Such a scattered formation, only they can arrange it. But the group of people who walked at the front of the ranks of the new annexed army looked weird, relying on intuition, Da Chun believed that this group of people, regardless of spirit, qi, or spirit, should not be owned by the new annexed army.

At this moment, Nairha moved and led the whole army to rush behind the Broken Army.

Yuan Jizu moved, and the Tanma Red Army attacked the right flank of the Broken Army.

Li Liang moved, and the Red Army of Tanma attacked the left flank of the Broken Army.

Zou Xun waved the order flag in the center of the phalanx, attacked as the sixth mark of the first division of the reserve, and jumped out of his own formation to meet the Mongol army that was fighting head-on. Zhang Tang and Fang Liancheng each led their teams and resisted the enemy troops behind the flank.

The new annexed army also moved, and rushed directly to the Chinese army of the Northern Yuan.

"Stop!" Da Chun suddenly let out a snort, forbidding the new annex to continue to approach. Before there was time, the more than 1,000 soldiers of the newly attached army in front of him let out a whistle, quickly conjured up more than a dozen blade-shaped arrays, and rushed straight towards Dachun.

"Protect the marshal, protect the marshal!" Dachun's own soldiers shouted in panic. In the end, the five thousand troops had already rushed forward, and now Da Chun was not even able to gather a thousand soldiers.

The heralds hurriedly blew their horns for help and sought support from the nearest team. Da Chun was so angry that he stabbed the herald to death and threw the horn on the ground.

"Kill the Tartars!" More than 10,000 new annexed troops shouted in unison, holding knives, swords, and spears and rushed towards the Chinese army. The Mongol army, which had already advanced to the attack position, suddenly heard the signal for help, looked back, saw the new annex army rebelling, and quickly turned the horse's head and ran back.

Wang Laoshi carried a chopped knife and led dozens of soldiers to Dachun. His attack was too fast for several other squads of infantry to answer, and the entire team was encircled by the enemy. Although Dachun's personal guards were not many in number, they were all agile, surrounded Wang Laoshi and shouted to invite him to fight, refusing to let him go further. Several other attack detachments were also caught in a bitter battle, unable to make effective tactical cooperation for Wang Laoshi.

"Kill! Kill! Kill! The king screamed honestly, he didn't know how many places he had suffered on his body, and the blood flowed from his helmet to his combat boots, and he couldn't tell which part was his own and which part belonged to someone else. The soldiers around him kept falling under the swords of the Mongol warriors, and the entire assault detachment was less than twenty people left. The new annex who came to kill the Tartars to take revenge was isolated from a distance and could not help.

"Kill!" The king was so anxious that he shouted loudly and cut down the centurion who was fighting against him, and then suddenly accelerated, and shouted behind him as he ran: "Protect my back!" ”

When more than a dozen soldiers of the Broken Army heard this, they gave up their opponents at the same time and followed behind Wang Laoshi, using all means to block the attacking swords on the periphery. Wang Laoshi shouted wildly, then stabbed two Mongolian warriors to death, shook off the third opponent, and rushed directly in front of Dachun.

"Good time!" Da Chun was furious and stabbed Wang honestly. He had already seen that it was this obscene-looking farmer who gathered the new annexed army to come to the sneak attack and destroyed the entire siege plan. If it were possible, he would have chopped the man in half with a single sword.

The knives intersected, making a piercing crashing sound. Wang Laoshi's figure was stunned, and Da Chun was also forced to take half a step back, and then, the two of them let out an angry roar at the same time, raising their swords and fighting in one place.

Dachun's personal soldiers were afraid that the commander would lose, so they desperately rushed forward and tried to stab Wang Laoshi to death. The soldiers of the Broken Army led by Wang Laoshi formed a half-circle shoulder to shoulder, protecting the back and wings of the main general.

Da Chun waved his knife and was picked away by Wang Laoshi, and then, Wang Laoshi stepped forward, exerted force at the waist, and split Huashan with a force, as a bucket cover.

Da Chun raised his knife to meet him, knocked out Wang Laoshi's weapon, and turned the tip of the knife to stab Wang Laoshi in the chest and abdomen. Wang Laoshi didn't care about it, he stepped forward and slammed into the tip of the knife, the sharp blade in his hand was still a blow to Huashan, and he slashed at Dachun Mian Gate again.

As the commander of the first army, Da Chun was willing to work hard with Wang Laoshi and block the knife. Wang Laoshi missed, withdrew his blade, raised his leg and kicked, just kicking Dachun's thigh heel.

Dachun was kicked back a few steps and almost fell. Wang Laoshi stepped forward quickly, waved his knife again and again, and the panicked Da Chun's personal soldiers rushed forward and blocked Wang Laoshi's blade with his body.

Wang honestly laughed, and swung another knife. The knife was no longer useful, and he swerved abruptly, slashing the nearest Mongol warrior to his side, and then he jumped to the side.

No one expected this move, and the guards who were dedicated to the savior lost their goal and were stunned, not understanding what Wang Laoshi planned to do.

"Stop him!" Da Chun sat on the ground and exclaimed loudly, and the treasure knife was thrown at Wang Laoshi. Wang Laoshi flicked the head of the knife and knocked the attacking weapon away, but his body did not stop at all, and he went straight to the wool of the Mongolian Chinese army.

The guards woke up like a dream, screaming and scolding. Wang Laoshi didn't care about the enemy army behind him, and raised his knife to chop at the flagpole. The thick flagpole shook and jammed the blade. Wang Laoshi kicked on the flagpole, pulled out the knife with his strength, and chopped it again. Sawdust flew and a large triangular gap appeared in the flagpole.

The wind swayed to the side with the wool.

Wang Laoshi raised the broken blade high.

The two steel knives chopped at Wang Laoshi's back at the same time, and at the same time, Wang Laoshi's third knife slashed the wool to the ground with a clatter. He knew that he could not be spared, so he smiled indifferently and begged for death, but there was no pain on his body, and he turned around and was splashed all over his face by the blood of his companions.

The last soldier of the Broken Army who followed him stood in front of the sword of the Mongol warrior and died, and he did not let anyone hurt Wang Laoshi's back.

"I'll fuck your ancestors!" The king roared wildly, raising his broken blade full of gaps and slashing at the Mongol warriors who were standing in place. One of the samurai was cut down by him, and the other collided with him and fell to the ground at the same time. The next moment, Wang Laoshi got up from a pool of blood, like a mad tiger, and chopped the person wearing the armor of the Mongolian army when he saw it.

For a while, the surrounding Mongolian warriors actually forgot to fight back, and let Wang Laoshi slash in the crowd.

The wool daze represents the soul of an army, which is usually inserted in the Chinese army, and is replaced by a small version when attacking, and is in the hands of personal guards. Even if you are defeated, you must not throw it away. Once it falls, it means that the commander is dead, and all three armies are lost.

"The wool Daxu has fallen, and Dachun has been killed!" There were new annex soldiers who did not know the real situation in the distance and shouted excitedly. The news quickly spread among the soldiers of the new annex army, and in an instant, everyone felt a little more heroic as if they had taken a strong pill.

"Da Chun is dead, Da Xuan is down, shout with me!" Li Zhen, the general of the new annexed army, saw that the enemy's position was loosened due to the fall of the wool Daxu, and he had an idea and ordered loudly.

Pretending to be a gesture has always been the specialty of the new annexed army, and hundreds of soldiers of the new annexed army shouted at the same time, "Da Xuan is down, Da Chun is dead, Da Chun is dead, Da Xuan is down!" "First Mongolian, then Chinese, then Mongolian, then Chinese.

"Da Xuan is down, Da Chun is dead, Da Chun is dead, Da Xuan is down!" The sound resounded through the field, and the Mongolian cavalry who came to the rescue did not understand the truth, so they took the horse's head and froze in place.

"Nonsense, Ben Shuai is not dead, grab it back for me, put it up, put it up!" Da Chun endured the cone pain in the span, jumped up from the ground, and retorted angrily. Several henchmen and people rushed forward desperately, trying to snatch back the wool and re-erect it to stabilize the morale of the army. Where can they grab it back, more than ten soldiers of the Broken Army grabbed it first, and chopped the big silk into strips of rags with their hands and feet.

"Da Xuan is down, Da Chun is dead, Da Chun is dead, Da Xuan is down!" Undebunkable lies spread on the battlefield as fast as possible. In Mongolian, it was proclaimed in the mouth of the new annexed army, and people couldn't help but believe its authenticity.

On the battlefield in the distance, Yuan Jizu had just launched a new round of attacks, and suddenly found that Dachun's headquarters had retreated one after another, and then, he saw the wool Daxu falling, and shouted in his heart that it was not good, and quickly ordered people to gather the team and suspend the attack.

Li Liang on the other side reacted faster, saw that the momentum was not right, and immediately pulled back the team that had advanced to half. Then he found that the Chinese army had fallen, and immediately ordered the whole army to retreat, bypassing Dachun's position, and running straight to the north.

"Crush them, crush them!" Nerhawu shouted and fought fiercely, and Zhang Tang and others were inseparable. More than 1,000 cavalrymen under his command were shot and fell off their horses, more than 1,000 were intercepted by heavy infantry, and more than 1,000 broke into the main formation of the broken army. Just as he was cheering his subordinates up, he suddenly found that there were fewer and fewer cavalry around him, and the entire battlefield was boiling.

"Da Chun is dead!" A Mongolian word came to Nairha's ear. He flickered, and the scimitar that slashed forward stopped in mid-air. On horseback, he tilted his toes and looked out, and he could no longer see the wool that stood tall in the air.

"Da Shuai is not dead! Nonsense. The handsome man is not dead, rush me, rush them! Nelha shouted. If Da Chun died, the people around him should blow the horn of withdrawal, and there was no horn sound, indicating that Da Chun would definitely be fine.

Suddenly, Nelha saw someone in the crowd raise a pipe to him, and then he planted his horse.

"Nerha is dead, Nerha is dead!" The Mongol warriors shouted in horror. Dachun died, Nerha died, the new annexed army rebelled, the Tanma Red Army withdrew, and panic spread like a plague on the battlefield. The outermost soldiers were the first to retreat, and then, from the outside in, the samurai scrambled north.

"Whole team, whole team!" Tatsuchun commanded loudly as he brandished his scimitar. He suddenly realized that the soldiers were not listening to orders. Although the withdrawn cavalry, with a little effort, the rebellious new annex army can be taken down. The rest of the officers and men may completely win back the initiative on the battlefield if they seize the opportunity. But no one wanted to continue anymore, and all the soldiers began to run north.

"Follow me!" Dachun went crazy, brandishing his scimitar and charging towards the nearest new annex. Several of his own soldiers stopped and hugged him. The captain of the pro-soldiers snatched the weapon in Da Chun's hand, carried him on his back, and ran to the north with the flow of people.

"Kill back, kill back!" Da Chun desperately pounded the head of the captain of the pro-soldiers. The captain of the pro-soldier held back the pain and did not say a word, his feet became faster and faster, and he left the others behind him in a moment.

Someone brought a horse and helped Dachun up. The grief-stricken Da Chun straddled the horse, looked at the sand with the smoke billowing from the gunpowder, and then looked at the Mongolian warrior who had never been so embarrassed before, his eyes were dark, and the whole person fell off the horse.

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