"Kill the Tartar!" Zhao Er, who was wearing armor, roared, and surrounded by many warriors beside him, killed a Tartar soldier who rushed towards him with a single sword. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 And the hot blood of the Tartar soldier was sprayed on his body at once. Zhao Er, who was splashed with blood, suddenly burst with adrenaline, and his eyes suddenly turned red.

As the first soldier, he immediately led more than 1,000 red turban soldiers under his command and roared into the enemy formation.

"The general is the courage of the army", with Zhao Er, a general who bravely kills the enemy, the most elite Red Turban soldiers beside him are naturally everyone fighting bravely. Therefore, the blood of the soldiers on both sides, the moment the two armies met, it stained the yellow earth under the feet of both sides.

"Kill the Tartar!" Looking at the red scarf veterans beside him rushing forward one by one without fear of death, Tian Guohua and Tian Liulang and other recruit miners, the blood in their chests suddenly boiled. Therefore, at this time, they also shouted to kill the Tartars, clenched the weapons in their hands with both hands, and used their strength to slash at the enemy who rushed on the opposite side.

"Puff~~" The sound of the steel knife slashing into the enemy's body was so loud, even in such a chaotic battlefield, Tian Guohua still heard this sound clearly. And because this was Tian Guohua's first time killing, he didn't have much experience, and he couldn't help but be splashed by the enemy's blood.

When the hot blood in the enemy's chest was splashed on his face, Tian Guohua, who has always been known for his boldness, couldn't help but feel like his brain was exploding. I only felt that the moment the enemy fell, my mind suddenly became blank, and my eyes were full of dead corpses in a sea of blood.

However, this situation did not last long, and it seemed that in the next moment, Tian Guohua's thoughts were pulled back to reality by an exclamation from his brothers. "Big brother be careful!" There was horror in this voice, it should be Rokuro's voice.

However, at this time, Tian Guohua still couldn't tell this, because a Tartar soldier with a hideous face had already rushed to him with a war knife held high. Looking at the steel knife that was slashed down on the spot, even if Tian Guohua had the heart to resist, it was difficult to parry.

"Did I die like this?" Looking at the steel knife that was chopped off the head, Tian Guohua's mind couldn't help but think like this. So under such a threat of death, Tian Guohua couldn't help but close his eyes in despair.

But after a moment, the steel knife did not slash at his head, but instead splashed hot blood on his face. Tian Guohua, who felt the blood splashed on his face, couldn't help but open his eyes again, but saw that the Tartar soldier who killed him had already been separated, and the person who killed him and saved his life was none other than his timid brother Tian Liulang.

At this time, Tian Liulang was covered in blood, his eyes were red, and he was like a madman, and after killing this soldier with a knife, he roared like a devil, and frantically raised his knife to kill the Tartar soldier on the opposite side. Looking like that, it is obvious that he has fallen into madness.

Seeing this, Tian Guohua couldn't help but regain the courage in his heart, roared with his sword again, and led the other soldiers of Shizhong to kill the Tartar army.

Because they had not experienced military training, new soldiers such as Tian Guohua were not able to rush into battle like the 500 Red Army veterans. However, under the belief of protecting their homeland and regaining their free identity, these new soldiers rushed to kill with the five hundred Red Army veterans even though they relied on the blood in their chests. However, the combat effectiveness of these new soldiers and soldiers is still far greater than that of those Tartar officers and soldiers who have never been on the battlefield and are seriously corrupted.

Therefore, even though the number of Tartar officers and soldiers was three times greater than that of the Red Turban Army, under the Red Turban Army's fearless charge, the officers and soldiers at the front were still killed by the Red Turban Army and retreated again and again.

"Kill the Tartar!" There was another earth-shattering roar, and Zhao Er, who was armed with a sword and a shield, once again killed a Tartar soldier under the battle formation formed with the elite guards beside him. And with this Tartar soldier, Zhao Er had already killed five enemy soldiers this time.

Therefore, at this time, Zhao Er was already covered in blood, and the five hundred red scarf veterans who followed him were also under the leadership of his indomitable general banner, like an indestructible steel knife, inserted into the military formation of the three thousand Tartars, completely scattering the frontline troops of the Tartar army.

"Bastard, give Ben an order to go down, fight the thief, and behead those who retreat. And those who can kill the head of the thief will be promoted to a reward of 100 taels of silver. After the three thousand Tartar officers and soldiers, Hari Bari, who was riding on a horse to take a look at the battle situation, looked at the front-line officers and soldiers who had been killed by the five hundred Red Turban Army and retreated one after another, and couldn't help but roar like this.

Hearing such an angry roar of Haribari, dozens of heralds carrying command flags also rode their horses and roared at the first time, spreading Haribari's order to the ears of every officer and soldier on the front line.

"The general has an order, fight with the thief, and behead those who retreat. If the head of the thief can be killed, he will be rewarded with 100 taels of silver, and the official will be promoted to one level. Hearing such words, the Tartar soldiers on the front line who were scattered by Zhao Er and them couldn't help but gather courage again in their hearts. After all, wealth is moving, and under the huge power of money and military law, these people couldn't help but roar angrily, and once again launched a fierce charge like fear of death towards the location of Zhao Er's general banner.

"Kill the thief!" A soldier shouted like this. Then, I saw them clenching the weapons in their hands with both hands, their eyes red, and their faces full of hideous faces towards the rushing red turban sergeants. Especially Zhao Er, who took the lead, became the key target of this group of officers and soldiers this time.

Seeing this scene, Zhao Er, who was covered in blood, couldn't help frowning. He is not Zhao Jiu after all, he doesn't have such superb personal martial arts, and he can't come and go freely in the midst of thousands of troops. Therefore, when he saw hundreds of officers and soldiers roaring towards him, he immediately ordered a formation to meet the enemy.

Although Zhao Er's personal martial arts are not high, it is precisely because of this that Zhao Er attaches great importance to the application of his subordinates to the use of battle formations. To put it bluntly, the 500 soldiers under Zhao Er's command are definitely the best soldiers under Zhang Shihua's command to fight in formation.

Therefore, when these soldiers heard Zhao Er's order to fight in array, they immediately found their respective positions on the chaotic battlefield, thus forming an incomparably powerful battle array.

An iron-clad sword and shield bearer stood at the front of the line, while a pikeman with a sharp spear stood behind the sword-and-shield bearer with a spear. In this way, the phalanx formed by these five hundred red scarf soldiers broke out in the most fierce battle with the oncoming officers and soldiers in the next instant.

"Kill the Tartar!" Zhao Er, who was still the first soldier, was the first to shout like this when he saw the Tartar soldiers on the opposite side rushing towards him.

"Kill the Tartars! ~~" Hearing Zhao Er's driving roar, the five hundred red turban soldiers who formed a phalanx also shouted in unison at the moment of attack.

The sound of thunderous shouts and killing, in this incomparably chaotic battlefield, is like a huge thunder piercing through the dark clouds. Such a mighty voice, at the moment when the two sides fought, played a role in taking the lead. The officers and soldiers who heard this voice had not yet fought, and the courage in their hearts weakened by three points.

And there is a saying, "When the narrow road meets, the brave wins." "In the case of a battle between the two armies, the morale of one side is like a rainbow, but the courage of the other side is sharply reduced, and the outcome of the two warring sides can be imagined.

Although the attack of the Tartar officers and soldiers this time was as difficult to defeat as a huge wave, the battle formation formed by the 500 Red Turban soldiers was like a stubborn reef on the edge of a sea cliff that overlooked the sea. No matter how much the waves crash, it's nothing more than a drizzle on the reef.

"Puff~~" The sound of hot blood spurting out of his chest was so loud at this time. The phalanx formed by a mere 500 red turban soldiers was like an impassable steel wall at this time.

The Tartar soldier who roared and killed was like a moth to a flame, only to be brutally burned by the flames.

"Kill the Tartar!" Another loud roar came from Zhao Er's mouth, and another officer and soldier fell in front of Zhao Er, falling on the blood-stained yellow earth.

Looking at the corpse that fell in front of him, Zhao Er no longer knew that this was the first enemy to be killed by himself, he only knew that the hundred steel knives in his hand had been curled at this time, and the arm holding the knife was even more painful as if it had been hit by an iron hammer.

But even so, Zhao Er, who was covered in blood, still led his soldiers to steadily move forward to kill. is still the lead, still striding forward. Because he is the general of this army, he must not retreat, not even a step.

And under his example, the rest of the red turban soldiers naturally increased their morale, "Kill the Tartars!" The red-turbaned sergeants shouted, and then they followed their god-of-war general, rushing forward like mad tigers.

"Crazy people are all crazy people, all crazy people, all crazy people." Looking at the red turban sergeant who was covered in blood and still roaring towards them, Hai Rigu, who was a small scout of this army, couldn't help but muttered to himself with fear on his face.

"Dead and dead, all the people in my scout camp were killed by this group of madmen in front of me. The most warlike Sre Baihu in the camp was also like a pig and dog waiting to be slaughtered, and was chopped into minced meat by the group of crazy red turban thieves. ”

"They are simply the devils of hell, no, no, no, they are the devils of hell." Thinking like this, looking at the red turban soldiers who continued to roar and kill him step by step, the last trace of courage in Hai Rigu's heart also disappeared. Therefore, in the next moment, Hai Rigu, who was an army scout, yelled and threw down the weapon in his hand and chose to escape.

"Poof! ~~" The sound of the separation of the human head came, but it was Hai Rigu, who wanted to escape, who was cut off by a general behind him who was supervising the battle. The general held Hai Rigu's head with a hideous face, and shouted at the officers and soldiers who wanted to escape like Hai Rigu: "Give me back, go back and kill the thief, or ...... Yes! ”

Otherwise, before the general who oversaw the war could say it, a spear flew out of nowhere, and immediately nailed the general of the war.

looked like roast sheep, the generals who were nailed to the ground with spears, and the rest of the officers and soldiers were completely crazy. At this moment, they were like frightened lambs, holding their heads in their hands, and rushing in the opposite direction of the Red Turban Army without regard for their heads.

When fleeing here, it was like a plague, and it spread throughout the front line of officers and soldiers in an instant. One after another, the fearless officers and soldiers who were killed by the Red Turban Army threw away the weapons in their hands and chose to run away with their heads in their hands.

"Kill the Tartar!" Seeing this scene, the red-scarf sergeant on the opposite side, who was already less than a thousand people, immediately roared, like a tiger descending from the mountain, chasing after the officers and soldiers who had fled. Obviously, by this time, the general trend of these 3,000 officers and soldiers had already gone.

"The general's momentum has gone, let's withdraw quickly!" Looking at the officers and soldiers who had retreated from the front line like a tide, the commander of Haribari's guards couldn't help but shout at Haribari with an anxious face.

"Damn it!" Hearing the words of the commander of the guards, looking at the rout like a tide, Hari Bari couldn't help but curse so angrily. But after scolding this, Haribari also knew that he could no longer stay on the battlefield for a long time. Therefore, after scolding this, Haribari immediately turned his horse's head, and left the battlefield with hundreds of officers and soldiers beside him, and turned back towards Xiangcheng.

"Run." The remaining officers and soldiers on the battlefield, seeing that their main generals had fled, naturally lost the last trace of courage in their hearts. So next, when Zhao Er led the rest of the red turban sergeants to kill, this group of courageless guys, in order to save their lives, naturally chose to surrender piece by piece.

And so far, this tragic fierce battle has finally ended with a great victory for the Red Turban Army.

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In the evening, outside the city of Xiangcheng, Xuzhou, the vanguard officer who commanded the 3,000 officers and soldiers, Hari Bari, finally returned to this place that was safe for the time being with the remaining more than 400 officers and soldiers.

However, after finally retrieving a life from the cruel battlefield, before Hari Bari could catch his breath, hundreds of officers and knights came to them.

"Well, Lord Haribari, what's going on, what about the others?" Seeing the embarrassed Hari Bari surrounded by these hundreds of officers and soldiers, and the Qianhu official who led the hundreds of knights, he couldn't help but ask in surprise.

"The red turban thief, it was the red turban thief who ambushed us, we ...... We...... After saying this, because of the escape for his life, Hari Barri, who had a string in his head, suddenly relaxed his spirit and fainted directly.......