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Chapter 133: Lore

Thousands of people, thousands of guns, like a wall. The line was followed by rows of musketeers and archers.

The Meng Yuan cavalry, who had already lost their courage, was driven to flee for their lives, lest their degrees not be fast enough. However, a team of 1,000 infantry soldiers on their own right flank was rushing forward to meet them, and although they walked slowly, they were just in the way of the cavalry's retreat.

"Around, go around from the side, don't mess up your own people, don't mess up your own position!" Yang Kai, the commander of the Han army, was so anxious that he was sweating profusely, brandishing a steel knife and shouting orders at the rout.

A thousand households with two devils, how can he be qualified to command the Mongolian Taijun?! What's more, the princes have already been frightened and lost their most judgment! The Mongols ignored the rout and beat the stirrups desperately. The fifty or so war horses that ran fastest did not make the slightest pause, and directly rushed towards the flag of the commander Yang Kai.

"Military order, those who retreat from the battle" Commander Yang Kaiwu was unwilling, raised his knife and tried to threaten. The soldiers around him were quick to move, and quickly pulled the reins of his horse, and led the mount to the right as quickly as possible, "Hide, they really dare to trample on you!" ”

Indeed, although the cavalry that retreated did not have the courage to turn back to face the battle, they did not care to trample one or two Han Chinese to make way for themselves. More than fifty horses rushed almost against the shoulders of the commander Yang Kai, and when the horses' hooves passed, the soldiers of the Han army, who had no time to dodge, were trampled on and broke their tendons.

"Get out of the way, get out of the way! Didn't you open your eyes, you deserved to be killed! The second wave of routs fled to the front of the formation in an instant, and drove straight into the flesh passage that the first wave of routs had stepped on.

"Get out of the way, get out of the way! The Red Turban Army is coming, and the Red Turban Army is catching up! "Followed by the third wave, the fourth wave, more than 200 war horses, the degree is not high, but the destructive power is incomparable. All the soldiers who stood in the way of the war horses and had no time to dodge were all trampled into pulp. The remaining survivors dodged one after another, preferring to disrupt their own army formations rather than use their flesh and blood to cushion the hooves of the Mongol prince.

In the blink of an eye, more than 200 Mongolian cavalry passed through the formation. Leaving behind the fragmented infantry formation, no one bothered to look back at it.

"You ——!" Yang Kai, the commander of the thousand commanders, who was almost trampled to death by a war horse, looked at his family and wanted to cry without tears. It took a lot of effort and risked being killed by a projectile that he barely maintained his formation. Unexpectedly, at the last moment, he was directly trampled to pieces by the defeated Mongolian cavalry. Not far away, the spearmen of the Red Turban Army had already strode over. Without a complete formation, morale is on the verge of collapse, even if he himself is the reincarnation of Sun Wu, he will not be able to turn the tide in the future!

"Qianhu, red, red turban army kill, kill here!" Deputy Qianhu Lu Fang and Ye Peng ran forward and stammered and reminded, "My lord, the Red Turban Army has been killed!" What are we going to do?! ”

"What to do, cold salad!" Commander Yang Kai spat out a mouthful of scarlet spit, gritted his teeth and raised the steel knife, "Brothers, follow me and protect the Mongolian master!" ”

With that, he turned around and took the lead in chasing after the Mongol rout.

"Protect the Mongolian lord?" Lu Fang and Ye Peng were stunned, waking up like a dream, and they also raised their knives and turned their respective mounts. "Brothers, protect the Mongol master. The red turban thieves know how to demons, and they must not be allowed to hurt the Mongolian master! ”

"Boom!" When the two forces of Han soldiers who didn't know where to go, they dropped their weapons and fled in all directions. No one was willing to stay and stop the Red Turban Army for the Mongol princes.

Defeat without a fight! Just when the Red Turban soldiers were about to crush the enemy in one go, the Meng Yuan thousand-man team on the opposite side suddenly collapsed without a fight.

Not only was Hu Dahai, who rushed to the front of the team, stunned, but Liu Ziyun, who was in charge of the entire left wing in the later position, was also stunned for a moment.

However, there were a few quick reactions in the team, and Wu Liangmou was one of them. Seeing the enemy troops in front of the left flank fleeing from the wind, he immediately opened his throat and reminded: "Go and kill Chu Buha, go and kill Chu Buha." There weren't a few people left with him! Kill him, and we'll win the battle. ”

"Kill Chu Buha!" Liu Ziyun didn't have time to think about it at all, pointed the steel knife in his hand at the enemy's handsome flag, and ordered loudly.

"Kill Chu Buha!" Hu Dahai, Ivanov and others responded one after another, raised their spears and knives, and took the lead in rushing towards the target.

"Keep up with General Hu and kill Chu Buha! Centurions take care of their own teams! Follow General Hu and go kill Chu Buha! Liu Ziyun slammed his helmet with the back of his knife, and then continued to give orders.

The right flank of the enemy army was crushed like this? The combat effectiveness of the Mongolian cavalry is actually inferior to the second Tartar of the Han army? God, how did they destroy the Great Song Dynasty back then?! Until now, Liu Ziyun couldn't believe his eyes. However, the roar from the helmet clearly told him that everything in front of him was the truth. The right flank of the enemy army completely collapsed, and was crushed by Hu Dahai with more than 80 brothers. Chu Buha's weakness has been exposed in front of everyone, just waiting for everyone to rush up and stab him.

"All the auxiliaries, keep up with Hu Dahai!" Taking a deep breath, he snatched an iron horn from his own soldiers, and shouted with all his strength, "All auxiliaries, follow Hu Dahai!" Musketeers, musketeers, archers and grenadiers are coming to me, and together they are going to kill Chubuha! ”

"The auxiliaries are all keeping up with Hu Dahai! Musketeers, archers and grenadiers are moving closer to Liu Qianhu! The soldiers raised their tin horns and repeated the order clearly.

They don't need to repeat it, the auxiliaries and soldiers are doing the same. Hu Dahai's heroic expression just now had already convinced all the brothers, and everyone was willing to follow him and charge into battle together. Musketeers, archers and grenadiers, on the other hand, are not fit to rush to the front in hand-to-hand combat. So simply stay and form a second echelon and look for new fighters.

"Kill Chu Buha!" Hu Dahai strode towards the Yuan Army Marshal Banner. On his side and behind him, he was followed by the brothers of the Red Turban Army.

Thousands of people, thousands of guns, like a wall.

At this moment, where are the flags and orders needed?! Hu Dahai's tall and burly figure is a flag. All the brothers who could see the reflection of his armor followed him without an inch. Even if there is a mountain of swords and a sea of fire in front of you, it will not spin!

Thousands of people, thousands of guns, like a wall.

"Woo, woo, woo, woo-woo-" More than two dozen Mongolian scouts who were in charge of guarding the battlefield and transmitting orders saw the moving spear wall, and while desperately blowing the horn to warn their Chinese troops, they urged their mounts to meet them.

They tried to stall for time, risking their lives to buy time for Chubuha to react. However, their efforts were doomed to be in vain. More than two dozen war horses were as small and weak as praying mantis blocking the car in front of thousands of spears. Only a few faint bits of blood were splashed, and then they disappeared without a trace. The wall of spears continued to roll forward, their feet rumbling and the earth rising and falling.

"Atachi, Arandal, Dudan, the three of you take all your own soldiers to top me up!" Watching the more than two dozen scouts disappear in front of the spear wall, Chu Buha, the deputy envoy of Lian Visit, gritted his teeth and took out the last gambling book.

"Handsome ——!" The three pro-soldier captains who obviously had faces from the Western Regions were stunned and protested loudly.

These 300 soldiers were the last barrier for the commander, and if they were all pressed down, only the Goryeo drummers and civilian staff would be left around Chubuha. If someone suddenly pops up again, the consequences are unimaginable.

"Go!" Chubuha's face twitched, and he slowly pulled out the gem-encrusted scimitar from his waist. The cavalry, composed entirely of Mongol warriors, was the first to collapse, and the thousand-man Han army on the right flank fled without a fight, and the fate of his own son Bange was unknown. At this point in the war, there is no point in leaving any more personal soldiers by his side.

Bet all your money on it, and maybe have a chance to save a little face, and then calmly organize a retreat. If you are still reluctant to fight hard at this moment, if you are killed by the Red Turban Army from the right side to your handsome banner, the left and middle lanes that were struggling to support before will also fall into a state of chaos, and the more than 6,000 people who followed you on the expedition today will all be buried here!

"Yes, Dashuai!" The three centurions did not dare to fight any longer, jumped off their mounts, and led their own 100-man teams of soldiers on foot to meet the slowly approaching spear wall, and the expressions on everyone's faces were hideous.

The distance is too close, and there are too few cavalry, so it is better to abandon the horse and fight on foot. They are pro-soldiers, the commander's pro-soldiers, the elite of the elite. And the other side is nothing more than a rabble, and a few months ago they were still holding a hoe in their hands.

"Drum beating!" Chu Buha glared back at the panicked Goryeo drummers, their beards standing on end, like angry lions.

"Knock knock, knock knock, knock knock, knock knock" The Goryeo drummers were frightened and beat the war drums desperately. The low beat of drums rushed forward against the ground, constantly urging the footsteps of the soldiers. The three hundred brightly armored soldiers raised their heads sharply and let out a roar, "Ah——! Holding his scimitar aloft, he slammed into the wall of spears.

"Flatten the spear!" Hu Dahai's pupils shrank suddenly, and he raised his spear flat, aiming it at the chest of the general of the Yuan army who rushed in front.

"Flattened the spear, flattened the spear!" Wu Liangmou, Ivanov, and the centurions in the auxiliary army each held the Han army-standard spear they had picked up, and pointed the three-foot-long spear at the Yuan soldiers who rushed over.

"Five steps forward, rush!" Hu Dahai shouted again, moved his legs, and strode forward.

"Five steps forward, rush!" Wu Liangmou, Ivanov, and the centurions in the auxiliaries repeated in unison. Follow in the footsteps of Hu Dahai and walk side by side.

The soldiers on both sides gritted their teeth and approached each other. Each other can quickly see each other's eyes, noses, and pale yellow faces. "Kill ——!" In the last moment, both sides struggled to exhale the breath held in their chests, and handed their weapons towards each other's vital points, and everyone did not hesitate to attack.

Blood poured out of the wound like a fountain, hundreds of them, all sprayed into the sky, dyeing the wind and the sun a dazzling red.

The wounded screamed and rolled on the ground, and the dead were silent. Next to the blood-stained corpses, the soldiers of both sides sacrificed their lives to fight, or stabbed to death by their opponents, or stabbed to death by their opponents, there was no choice.

Wu Liangmou picked off the scimitar that slashed at him, and pierced his opponent's throat with a spear. Another scimitar immediately slashed at him with a cold light, straight to his chest. The red scarf brother next to him caught up with him and used his spear to block the killing blow for Wu Liangmou. A third scimitar slashed at the brother, severing the brother's collarbone and stabbing him to death by Ivanov. Wu Liangmou roared angrily and shook his gun, picking up the people who attacked him in the air.

"Keep the formation, keep the formation!" Hu Dahai led the team to rush and kill, while emphasizing loudly. "There are a lot of people here, don't fight them alone. Poke forward together, poke forward together, poke them to death! ”

"Poke them to death, poke them to death!" The surrounding Red Turban soldiers tore their throats and repeated, while stabbing their spears forward with all their might. The three Mongolian soldiers who rushed over were unable to parry, and countless blood holes were stabbed out of their bodies, and they fell to the ground screaming, and soon stopped breathing.

"Stay in formation, stay in formation!" The centurions of the Red Turban Army shouted loudly, spreading the experience around. The battlefield is the best place for military training, and after several fierce battles, those who are alive are elite soldiers.

"Stay in formation, stab together, stab together!" The surrounding Red Turban Army auxiliaries quickly mastered the role of killing the enemy and protecting themselves, and put each other's bodies as close together as possible, holding spears shoulder to shoulder, and stabbing forward shoulder to shoulder, becoming the last reliance on each other's robes.

A stout Mongolian leader shouted and rushed to the front, using his round shield to block his opponent's spearhead. One, two, three, more spears pierced from both sides and pierced into his left and right ribs. Then he was picked up high and thrown high into the air, bleeding like a waterfall.

The other three Semu warriors formed a small formation, back to back, and fought the surrounding Red Turban Army. Their martial arts far surpassed those of the Red Turban Brothers around them. However, this is not a competition between the rivers and lakes, and no one tells you about the equal number of people. Several spears stumbled their weapons from above the sides, and several more pierced their thighs from diagonally below.

"Ah——!h The three Semu warriors screamed like wounded wolves, long and desolate. The Red Turbans quickly drew their spears back, blood spurting out of their thighs like a fountain and converging into a stream on the ground around them. The Samurai lost too much blood and were unsteady on their feet, and the small formation fell apart. Several spears pierced them, ending their suffering.

"Resist, resist, the handsome man is behind us!" The centurion of his own soldiers, Atachi, roared loudly, and the scimitar in his hand danced as quickly as a windmill. Dozens of Meng Yuan's personal soldiers gathered together with him and formed a difficult knot. A group of brothers in red turbans rushed up and were stubbornly resisted by them. The two sides exchanged their lives for their lives within a very small range, and neither of them was willing to back down. The surrounding Red Turban Army continued to surge forward like a tide, and was on top of another group of Mengyuan soldiers, pushing each other to keep moving.

"Old Ivan, you continue to lead the team forward to kill, leave it to me here!" Hu Dahai suddenly turned around from the flow of people and rushed quickly towards the stalemate battle group. One of the Red Turbans was mortally wounded and fell to the ground, and he rushed through the gap, his spear stabbing like a python at his enemy.

"Bell!" At the last moment, Atachi used a scimitar to block Hu Dahai's spearhead. Then roared and launched a counterattack. The body sways from side to side, and the knife does not leave the opponent's vital point. Hu Dahai stepped sideways, turned around, turned back again, and stepped sideways again. Swift as a leopard pounced. With three or two strokes, he picked up the person's scimitar. Then another shot was fired and the man's throat was choked.

The iron lump composed of Mengyuan soldiers quickly collapsed. The samurai, who had lost their backbones, turned around and fled. "Stay in formation!" Hu Dahai raised his gun to emphasize a sentence, and led everyone to catch up quickly, stabbing the enemies one by one from behind, turning them into corpses.

The phalanx became neat again, and the Mengyuan soldiers who fell into the formation were either killed or fled in panic. The spear formed a wall again, rolling forward. A thousand people, a thousand spears, like a wall. Chubuha's own soldiers, led by the other two centurions, were defeated and resisted, and were killed miserably.

"Drum beating, drum cheering!" The deputy envoy of Lian Wan, Chu Buha, gritted his teeth and gave an order, then jumped off his mount and rushed to his own soldiers on foot, fighting alongside them.

"The big handsome is here, the big handsome is here in person!" Centurion Arandar and Dudan shouted at the top of their lungs, using Chubuha's prestige to boost morale. The surrounding soldiers quickly formed a human wall, blocking Chu Buha behind him, and he would not retreat.

Returning to the light, they re-exploded their amazing combat effectiveness. withstood the spear wall of the Red Turban Army, so that the opponent could not advance an inch. Hu Dahai personally led the team to rush forward twice, but he couldn't shake the opponent, and roared loudly in anger, "Get out of the way, get out of the way if you don't want to die." You are either Han Chinese or Semu Laos, what kind of life do you fight for a Mongolian Tartar?! ”

Chubuha's own soldiers looked at him angrily and continued to grit their teeth and fight to the death. It is better to be pierced into a sieve by a spear, but also to protect the commander behind him and the honor of the soldiers. Chu Buha is a good official, although he still carries the inherent arrogance of the Mongols, he is usually close to their cronies, but he is attentive and responsive. So, they have to give ten times in return.

"Lao Hu, let me come!" Liu Ziyun didn't know when, holding an arquebus, he walked around from the side of the spear array. The muzzle of the gun probed Wu Liangmou's shoulder and aimed it at Chu Buha's chest.

"Don't mess around! Retire! This gang is stabbing hands! Hu Dahai shouted loudly, lest Liu Ziyun put himself in danger. The melee combat ability of the arquebus is equal to zero, and if the commander Liu Ziyun dies in battle, everyone's results today will be at least half bleak.

He was answered with a loud bang, "Bah! ”。 A puff of smoke erupted from the muzzle of the arquebus, and Chu Buha, who was ten paces away, fell in response.

Note 1: Regarding Hu Dahai's force. Hu Dahai in the official history is a good general with both wisdom and bravery. It's not the three-plank axe in the commentary. Not only is he brave and good at fighting, but he also cherishes his soldiers and sympathizes with the people. While laying a large territory for Zhu Yuanzhang, he also recommended Liu Ji, Song Lian, Ye Chen and others. It's a pity that he later died of the murder of the general, and he was not able to see the Mongols withdraw from the Central Plains with his own eyes. The drunkard admires this man very much, so he will give him a brilliant place in this fiction.