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Chapter 107: The Dragon's Roar

"Boom!" A small boat suddenly exploded, splashing tens of thousands of orange-red stars on several large ships around it. The big ships that had obviously been watered were immediately lit with countless fires. Every head of fire jumped, emitting a strange light, like tens of thousands of ghosts rushing out of the underworld, dancing on the deck.

They are indeed ghosts, bright red on the outside but blue-green on the inside. Instead of extinguishing them, the water poured them out, but made the flames jump higher and wilder. Several Goryeo soldiers couldn't dodge it, and they were immediately touched by the wild Flame Star. The flame instantly turned into a small snake, crawling upwards with the clothes of **, burning the Korean soldiers crying wolf!

"Demon Law!" I don't know who shouted. The Koreans, who had already been in a mess, immediately did not care about continuing to fight the fire, threw down the buckets, and scrambled to flee to the shore. The aisle leading to the shore is only a few narrow ones. Thousands of people pushed and shoved, and immediately made all the passages lose their function, and people kept stumbling and falling into the water like dumplings. It was then rolled up by the boiling Yellow River and disappeared without a trace.

"That's not a demon law, it's a fierce fire oil, a fierce fire oil that the people of color have transported from the sea!" Lu Lu suddenly regained consciousness, stamped his feet and shouted loudly. (Note 1)

Fierce fire oil, it must be fierce fire oil. Only the flame of the fierce fire oil will take on this eerie blue-green color. But where did the Xuzhou army buy so much fierce fire oil, filled with more than a dozen ships! It must have been sold to them by the Semu people! Those damn lustful people, for the sake of money, dare to sell them anything!

No one responded to his voice, the ship went ashore and ashore, and in an instant, all the Mengyuan soldiers were lost. If it was just an ordinary walk, there would be a chance that the fire would have been extinguished. And since the cause of the fire was artificially caused by the Red Turban soldiers, the latter absolutely refused to let them calmly put out the fire, and could kill them from the shadows at any time and give them a fatal blow.

Sure enough, just as the Mongol soldiers and Goryeo soldiers in the water village were fleeing for their lives to the shore, the second wave of boats floated down from the darkness upstream. There were still a dozen of them, and each ship was dancing with strange flames. Crash into the water, blast open, or cling to the ship, spreading the flames of death everywhere.

No one dared to mention the word "firefighting" anymore, and the Meng Yuan soldiers who stayed on the boat jumped into the Yellow River one after another. Although the vast majority of them are not water-savvy at all. However, jumping into the river still has a chance to climb back ashore, and if you continue to stay on the boat, it will definitely turn into a pile of barbecue.

No one wants to cook barbecue, even if the bosses force them with knives, no one wants to! And the disaster did not only come from the water, in the darkness, a high-pitched dragon groan suddenly sounded, "Woo woo, woo woo - woo - ". Sticking to the ground, send fear into the hearts of all the Northern Yuan soldiers.

"The whole team, hurry up and ——! the whole team" Yuekuo Cha'er jumped up violently, shouting hoarsely. The dragon's groans came from behind, from the north bank of the Yellow River, on both sides of his barracks. The Xuzhou Red Turban had long been ambushed there, waiting for him to jump into the trap. But he believed Lu Luzeng's words, and he was caught off guard when he thought of going to Xuzhou to fight sesame lee!

"Whole team, whole team ready for battle! Prepare for battle! All the Mongol generals shouted in unison. Rush to the barracks to get your armor and horses.

They were all cavalrymen, accustomed to fighting the enemy on horseback. Without mounts, combat effectiveness would have dropped by at least two-thirds! However, the Xuzhou Red Turban didn't want to give them a chance to reorganize their arms for battle, and soon, they showed their sharp teeth in the dark. Hundreds of tall horses suddenly rushed out of the darkness. The men on horseback flattened their spears one after another, swept past the gate of the barracks like combs, and picked up the Mengyuan soldiers who were rushing towards the camp gate in rows on the spears, and then threw them out like dead fish.

The galloping of the war horse was like lightning, and in the blink of an eye, it disappeared into the darkness on the other side. At the gate of the barracks, only hundreds of mutilated corpses and a wide river of blood remained. On the south side of the "river", the footsteps of the Mongols and the Goryeo came to an abrupt halt, and the two forces trembled, and they did not dare to move forward for a long time.

"Rush, hurry back to the camp to get the war horse! They don't have much cavalry! Yuekuo Cha'er ran behind in a dismantled manner, forcing the soldiers to continue advancing with a blade.

The rise of the red scarf in Xuzhou was short, and the places south of the Yellow River were not suitable for raising horses. Therefore, under the command of Sesame Li, the number of cavalry must be very limited. However, the truth is this, the bloody corpses are placed in front, but no one dares to guarantee that when the cavalry just far away will turn around and kill back?! No one refused, and took the initiative to hit the tip of the gun in Xuzhou Red Scarf.

Just as they were hesitating, the high-pitched dragon groan sounded on both sides of the crowd again. In the darkness, a few stars slowly lit up. With the roar of the dragon and the muffled thunder, little by little, he approached the barracks, closer. "Quick, go back and get your weapons! Sesame Lee's brigade is here! Yue Kuocha'er pushed away the panicked soldiers who were in front of him, and took the lead and rushed towards the barracks. All the Mongols and Koreans woke up from a dream, screaming, pushing each other and following him closely. Like locusts fleeing for their lives, they slammed into the barracks.

What lights up in the distance is not the stars, but the reflection of the tip of the Xuzhou red scarf. In the dark night, I don't know how many soldiers and horses came, lined up in a neat array, and strode towards the Mengyuan soldiers. Every step that fell, the earth shook and the mountains shook.

"Block them, stop them with me!" A Mongolian commander roared in despair, leading a hundred and ten warriors around him, rushing towards the sea of starlight. He was greeted by thousands of feathered arrows, which swooped down from mid-air with the sound of the wind, nailing most of them in the way of the backlash. The commander alone had more than a dozen on him, like a hedgehog, spinning and spinning on the ground, with a terrible wail coming out of his mouth, "Ahh

A javelin flew over, ending his pain once and for all. Hundreds of Xuzhou red scarves followed by javelins that emerged from the darkness. Everyone was dressed in neat iron armor, wrapped from head to toe, and the weapons in their hands reflected a little fire.

Not fast, not slow. They marched neatly and steadily towards the chaotic Northern Yuan soldiers. Behind them, more than a dozen Red Turban troops of the same size came out of the darkness, most of them wearing iron armor, and a few of them holding strong bows. Icy feather arrows shot into the sky in rows, taking countless lives with each rise and fall.

"Go up, go up, there aren't many of them!" Yuekuochaer's deputy, Puxiannu, stepped forward and organized the Mongolian soldiers under his command to come forward to meet him, buying buffer time for his own commander. He was quite generous under his command, so many Mongol soldiers were willing to serve him to the death. However, the power of death is only to come forward and die. In front of the red turban iron armor that came in array, the Mongolian soldiers who only had buckets and water ladles in their hands rushed up, and they were cut down by their opponents like wheat in a storm.

"Go up, go up! Lord Pingzhang treats me a lot! A Goryeo general also led hundreds of servants under his command and rushed to the nearest Red Turban Army team like crazy.

Fifty or sixty paces away, they were targeted by the archers of the Red Turban Army. Hail of feathered arrows fell from mid-air, shooting many Koreans like hedgehogs, lying on the ground and wailing loudly. But there were still one or two dozen lucky ones, who managed to dodge the rain of arrows, brandishing wooden spoons and continuing to rush forward, like angry praying mantises, trying to stop the rolling wheels.

The mantis arm is destined to be a joke. Zhu Eighty-one and his brothers pushed forward a few steps, and then cut down all the more than 20 Koreans who were blocking the road to the ground, and then stepped on the corpse without hesitation and pushed it to the next target.

The target was a Mongol commander, wielding a large gem-encrusted knife and muttering a voice he couldn't understand. Many bare-handed Mongol soldiers gathered around him, neither attacking nor turning away immediately, as if standing still could scare the Red Turban soldiers away.

"Team C, fifteen steps ahead, throw!" Pointing the tip of the knife forward, Zhu Eighty-one gave the order to attack without hesitation. The sergeant of Team C, who was walking in the third row of the line, immediately handed over the spear in his left hand, and drew a short four-foot-long javelin from behind him with his right hand. Wheel the arm, with a "whoosh", sent the short javelin into the sky.

This is the famous skill of the Rakshasa soldiers, Ivanov has been teaching him for several months, and it has only begun to bear fruit in the last day or two. Nearly a hundred javelins whizzed over a distance of about fifteen paces, and one of them plunged down from mid-air and plunged into the ranks of Mongolian warriors who were stunned on the spot. The entire team was immediately smashed to pieces, and half of the Mongol warriors were pierced by javelins, and they were devastated on the spot. A few others suddenly let out a terrible long howl, followed behind the commander, and fought back.

They didn't even care about the armor they were wearing, but they just splashed a few strings of blood in front of Zhu Bayi, and they all fell. The steel knives of the soldiers of the Left Army A were all glued with red. It trickled down the blade and went to the ground.

"Yes, yes, yes" At the bright gate of the barracks, there was a sudden sound of messy horses' hooves. Dozens of Mongol soldiers who were the first to flee back to the camp managed to get their horses and rode on them, trying to turn the tide of the battle with a counterattack.

However, the distance was too short, so that the war horse could not rush at all. The officers and men of the Red Turban Army, who had accumulated enough combat experience, had lost their original fear of cavalry. Under the command of Mao Gui, the former military governor, two pikemen detachments were quickly divided. Squatting down in the direction the horse was coming, the end of the spear pressed against the ground, and the spear pointed diagonally forward. In the blink of an eye, a steel jungle was formed on the road that the war horse must pass.

In the face of densely packed rows of spears, the war horses that did not rush up instinctively chose to escape. Deflect the body and try to make a detour from both sides of the spear formation. This action made the already not very fast degree even slower. "Ignition, throw!" Mao Gui's confidant Ai Jiang Jizu immediately made a decision and took the lead in throwing the grenade under the horse's belly. The explosion of "boom, boom, boom, boom" was deafening. At the beginning of the fire, more than a dozen Mongolian warriors, with men and horses, were blown apart!

"Palm Thunder, Palm Thunder!" The Mongolian cavalry, who were lucky not to be bombed, were frightened. Pull the mount back, turn the horse and flee.

"Block the gates, block the gates of the enemy camp!" Mao Gui and Xu Jizu had no time to divide their troops to chase them. organized his pikemen and grenadiers to block the main entrance of Yuekuochaer's military camp. When he saw someone who dared to ride his horse and rush out, he greeted him with bows and arrows and grenades.

The explosion rate of less than half and the delay time of varying lengths were absolutely fatal flaws in the eyes of the Red Turbans themselves. However, the Mongol cavalry, who were blocked in the barracks, were frightened by the sound of the rolling explosions. The first time they came into contact with this thing, no one knew where the "palm thunder" would explode in the next moment?! No one can tell when the "palm mine" will explode?! Seeing the iron gourds rolling under his horse's legs one by one, he immediately retreated back in chaos, no matter how persecuted Yue Kuocha'er, he didn't dare to continue to rush out of the camp gate.

"Lean over and pick up Lord Heizhang! As long as Lord Pingzhang's cavalry can rush out, we will win this battle! Yuekuo Cha'er's deputy, Puxian Nu, was anxious, organized several other groups of Mongolian soldiers with still morale, and desperately squeezed behind Mao Gui. Zhao Junyong led more than 500 soldiers of the Red Turban Army to firmly protect Mao Gui's front army. kept throwing grenades and javelins, forcing Puxian Nu and his Mengyuan soldiers to retreat one after another.

Sesame Li led the cavalry of the Red Turban Army, which had just been formed for a few days, and once again sorted out the formation and came back from a distance. Under the steel sword, the Mongol and Goryeo soldiers were killed in rivers of blood. Soon, the Yuan army on the northern shore showed signs of collapse, and some Goryeo people who had stayed away from the warbands quietly dropped their barrels and water ladles and ran into the pre-dawn darkness.

Led by the Koreans, many Mongolian warriors also threw away their weapons or fire-fighting buckets and joined the fleeing process. Fuxian Nu was so anxious that his eyes were on fire, and he waved his steel knife and slashed five or six soldiers who fled for their lives one after another, but he was never able to stop the decline.

When he was helpless, he heard Lu Lu reminding loudly, "Mobilize troops, hurry up and transfer troops from the south bank, there is no Red Turban Army on the south bank!" ”

"Blow the horn, transfer troops from the south bank, hurry up and blow the horn, ask for help from the south bank, hurry, you grandma!" Like a drowning man grasping a straw, Fuxian kicked his own soldier and ordered loudly.

"Woo, woo, woo" The hoarse horn sounded from beside him, like a female donkey that has been ** countless times, out of the last sorrowful scream.

"Woo, woo, woo" In the camp, there are also aggrieved horns. Yuekuo Cha'er could not organize the cavalry to rush out to join his own brigade, so he could only pin his hopes on the troops on the south bank. It is expected that they can kill the pontoon bridge as much as possible and give the Xuzhou Red Scarf a fatal blow from behind.

The Mongol and Goryeo soldiers who were left on the south bank without the sound of a horn were also under the command of the deputy commander, Kuo Ji, and tried to advance to the north bank. However, the pontoon bridge was too narrow, and there were too many soldiers and horses squeezing onto the bridge at once, and it was impossible to increase the degree at all. Just as he was in a hurry, there were a few high-pitched dragon groans on the river in the distance, "Woo-woo-"

Immediately after, a large ship of 400 stones slowly sailed out of the darkness, bypassed the water camp that had been completely burned into a bonfire, and slowly pounced on the pontoon bridge from the position of the river close to the south bank.

"Stick out the spear, stick the spear out, block it, block it, don't let them crash into the pontoon." The deputy commander ran to the shore regardless of the situation, shouting at the Northern Yuan soldiers on the pontoon bridge. There was only one pontoon, if the big ship of 400 stone was also filled with fierce fire oil. In case it was ignited and crashed into the pontoon, the Yuan army would be completely cut in two.

The morale of the north bank was lost, and the south bank was devoid of food, grass and baggage. It won't be long before we have to face the end of total annihilation!

The Mongol and Goryeo soldiers on the pontoon bridge did not care to continue to move forward, and probed their long weapons to the upstream side, trying to create a little obstacle for the big ships going down the river at the last moment. To their great surprise, the big ship, which had been converted from a grain carrier, did not continue to approach the pontoon. Instead, with the cooperation of the sails and oars, the boat slowly stopped fifty paces away from the pontoon against the current.

What are they going to do? On the north bank of the Yellow River, the old Jin Shi Lulu was also confused by the strange movements of the big ship. Stunned on the river beach, his eyes firmly fixed on the bow of the boat.

This ship was clearly the one he had commanded a few days ago. At that time, it was used to transport baggage, but now, it has been converted into a warship.

And the flexibility that a battleship needs, this ship does not have at all. The women's wall, ramming angles, and slap poles and other furnishings required by the battleship were not installed at all on this ship. It's just that at the ship, a strange dragon head was installed, and two black hole eyes were rounded, staring proudly at the Meng Yuan soldiers on the pontoon. It was as if the latter had become prey, and there was no pity in his eyes.

Someone stood on the pontoon bridge and shot wolf teeth and arrows at the big boat, jingling, causing a layer of white feathers to suddenly grow on the big boat. The huge hull shook as if a dragon was shaking its body. Immediately after, a red light suddenly flashed in the dragon's left eye, and hundreds of iron projectiles whistled out, sweeping a large area of the Mongols and Goryeo on the pontoon bridge as if they were cutting crops.

"Boom!" Immediately after, the dragon's right eye also flashed red. Hundreds of chestnut-sized projectiles flew out and "cleared" a bloody gap on the pontoon bridge fifty paces away.

Boom, boom, boom! The surface of the Yellow River jumped upwards and roared angrily. The storm crashed on the bridge deck, photographing more Northern Yuan soldiers, and rushed away without a trace in a blink of an eye.

The dragon was furious.

After waking up for many days, this dragon, which was regarded as the mother of countless Chinese people, finally let out its first roar. With the roar of artillery, the robbers and accomplices were swept into the rolling torrent!

Note 1: Fierce fire oil, the name of oil in ancient times. After the Song Dynasty, it began to be used on a large scale in warfare. Zeng Gongliang of the Northern Song Dynasty recorded a kind of "fierce fire oil tank" in the "General Essentials of the Martial Arts". Ignite oil with gunpowder and use it to fire on enemy troops.