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Chapter 108 Baked Cake Song

"Demon ——!" The Meng Yuan soldiers on the pontoon bridge shouted, desperately squeezing towards the bridgeheads on both sides. However, the narrow deck and the overcrowded number of human heads once again limited their movement and range. Almost before they saw it, they watched the red-turbaned soldiers on the big ship, poured two black bags of black things into the dragon's eyes in turn, then picked up a thick wooden stick and smashed it inside, and then began to slowly adjust the bow of the ship.

Turning, turning, the cumbersome grain ship slowly turned its body against the current. Every inch moved is as long as 10,000 years. The Mongol and Goryeo soldiers, who were blocked on the bridge by their robes, threw their bodies back desperately, swaying from side to side, trying their best to avoid the dragon's eyes. Even if it is to squeeze the accomplices around him into the water and drown, he will not hesitate.

There will be an end to 10,000 years. After adjusting the angle to the lower left by about one-eighth of a circle, the faucet finally stopped again. Immediately after, his left eye flashed violently, and more than 100 projectiles were sprayed at the bridge deck again.

"Ah——!h The Meng Yuan soldier who was hit let out a terrible wail. Luckily it wasn't affected by the projectile, but the ghost made a sigh of relief. "Boom!" Before they could spit out the breath in their mouths, the dragon's right eye flashed again, and more than 100 projectiles were beaten into a sieve for more than a dozen Mongolian soldiers who were facing the direction of the dragon's head!

The ship began to move again, still as clumsy as it had been intended. Under the strange firelight, more than a dozen Red Turban soldiers ran around near the dragon's head. They move slowly, almost as clumsy as dragons. However, the Mongolian soldiers on the pontoon bridge no longer had the courage to wait for the next flash of the dragon's eye. Or raise his scimitar and slash at the Goryeo servants who stood in front of him. Or jump directly into the Yellow River and hand over your fate to the rolling torrent.

"Don't run, don't run. Keep crossing the river, keep crossing the river! The deputy commander made Kuo Ji wave his steel knife and blocked the south side of the pontoon bridge, cutting down the retreating Mengyuan soldiers to the ground one by one. A spear came from the side and blocked his blade. The other shield slammed into his stomach, shoving him staggering. Several stubby Mongol warriors were pushed and shoved by their accomplices behind him, knocking him to the ground. Immediately after, hundreds of pairs of big feet stepped past his chest, each one without hesitation.

"The commander made the lord, the commander made the lord fall! Don't squeeze, don't squeeze. The commander made the adults fall! The broad soldiers hurriedly rushed forward to help, but they were staggered by the flow of people. The strange boat on the river made everyone lose their courage. lest he hide a little slower and become the next "favor" target of the dragon's eye.

"Red Turban Army, Red Turban Army!" I don't know whose mouth came out of the exclamation, and quickly spread the fear to everyone's hearts. A team with torches suddenly came out of nowhere on the south bank. The scale is so large that it is like the breaking of the Tianhe River.

It is often the straw that breaks the camel's back.

For the Meng Yuan soldiers whose morale was already on the verge of collapse, even if they killed a few hundred more Red Turban troops from the south at this moment, it was enough to make them frightened. What's more, the number of teams that came over with torches was tens of thousands!

When he arrived, no one cared about the situation on the north shore anymore. All the Mengyuan soldiers who remained on the south bank and had just run off the pontoon bridge screamed and fled. I only hate that my grandmother didn't give birth to a fifth leg for herself!

The officers and men of the Red Turban Army, who came with torches, followed closely behind the rout. Each man was dressed in cloth, and what he held in his hand was, in addition to a torch, only a short knife, or a wooden stick. However, in the eyes of those who escape, even short knives and wooden clubs contain endless power. No one dared to turn back and resist, so the Red Turban soldiers chased after them from behind, knocking them to the ground one by one with wooden sticks and knife hilts.

"Woo-woo, woo-woo, woo-woo-woo!" The distress horn on the North Shore was still ringing, but the sound was already full of despair. Near the lonely battle flag, Fuxian Nu carried a steel knife inlaid with gems, and under the protection of a dozen personal soldiers, he made a final struggle.

Wei Zixi, the commander of the Fengzi Battalion, led three teams of 100 soldiers and firmly besieged them. The eyes of every Red Turban soldier were full of pity at this moment.

Yes, they are pitiing their enemies, the mercy of the strong to the weak. Because they suddenly appeared, it turned out that the legendary Mongolian lord who could fight a hundred of them was actually no different from himself. I actually know that I am afraid, and I also know that it hurts, and after the general trend has gone, I am also at a loss.

These legendary Mongolian masters who are so strong in martial arts that they can even tear apart tigers and leopards with their bare hands are not as good as everyone from a certain point of view. At least when everyone is cornered, they still know how to jump up and fight hard. And these Mongolian old men, the hands holding the knife have been trembling, and the two thighs that look extremely thick are as soft as noodles at the moment, and the curvature of the knees can be seen from the opposite side.

"Surrender, spare you from dying!" For the prey that had fallen into the trap, Wei Zixi was not interested in killing them all. According to the precedent set by the left army in Xuzhou, the capture of the enemy is exactly the same as beheading. And after the capture, it can also be handed over to the gentry on the north shore to spend money to ransom, bringing a predictable dividend to everyone.

"No ——!" Fu Xiannu could obviously understand Chinese, and a mournful cry came out of his mouth. I saw him raise his knife high and staggered forward a few steps. His chest almost hit the tip of the gun on the opposite side, but he didn't have the courage to bear the pain of the gun. So he staggered backwards, three steps back, two steps forward, three steps back, two steps forward. Finally, he dropped his sword, sat down on the ground, and howled.

"Woo——!" The soldiers and trumpeters also dropped their weapons and crouched on the ground in despair, hiding their faces with their hands. The vast majority of them are on the battlefield for the first time. The statement about how weak the Han people were and how strong the Mongols came from their grandfathers and even great-grandfathers, who had been dead for many years. When the current qiē is diametrically opposed to what the ancestors said, the panic and loss in my heart can be imagined!

Elsewhere on the North Shore, the battle was completely one-sided. The Mongol and Korean soldiers were either captured or killed, and almost completely lost their ability to resist. Even some of the Mongolian hundreds, who were quite neatly organized, did not know how to break through or escape from the chaos, so they stood on the shore in a daze, watching the red turban army in iron armor push towards them. Then either hacked to death in despair, or surrendered on their knees.

The soldiers of the Red Turban Army, who had high morale, were divided into 100 teams under the command of horns and war drums. Led by brave centurions, they chased and slew the remnants of the enemy. In the face of the resistance of the formation, several nearby hundred-man teams quickly gathered to trap the recalcitrant enemy troops, and then killed them one by one. When encountering scattered escapees or lost souls, they will order the other party to drop their weapons, hold their heads in their hands, and wait for the Red Turban Army auxiliaries to contain them.

Before you know it, the east has begun to shine, and the scene on the battlefield is becoming clearer and clearer. The Mengyuan soldiers, who were fleeing for their lives and huddled together, were far outnumbered by the red turban army in iron armor. However, they were unable to organize effective resistance at all, and were driven by the latter like sheep, with panic written in their eyes.

When a professional robber loses his courage, he is no better than a professional farmer. What's more, this gang of professional robbers has been silent for many years, while the professional farmers have been organized, and each of them has undergone at least three and a half months of special training.

Obedience, honor, and discipline have slowly penetrated into the bones of every Red Turban Army soldier in the daily boring formation drills and military appearance training. Even if they encounter the most ferocious enemy, their first thought is to stay in formation and fight side by side with their teammates. Instead of dropping his weapons and running away, as he did in November last year.

Lu Luzeng, who was standing on the river beach, watched almost intently the whole process of the Xuzhou Red Turban dividing and outflanking the Mengyuan soldiers, defeating them one by one, and then chasing the north for the dead. It suddenly dawned on him that the nightmare he had last night was so ridiculous! How could such a team with bright armor and neat orders lay down its arms and let others slaughter them?! Even without the "palm thunder" that rolled under the horse's belly and the mysterious dragon boat to help them, they could still defeat the enemy exponentially. Even if the tide of battle takes a turn for the worse, or if the enemy army becomes ten or even a hundred times the size of them, they will still fight tenaciously until the last man falls to the ground and the last drop of blood is drained. Instead of obediently laying down their weapons and putting the lives of themselves, their parents, wives and children in the hands of the enemy!

They have changed, they have become so tall, so strange.

They are no longer weeds to be trampled on, there is a new vitality that has never been recorded in books, slowly growing in their bodies, slowly spreading out in all directions. One by one, they proudly held their heads high, straightened their waists, and brought prisoners nearly twice as thick and several times their size as themselves from all directions to the already empty barracks. They proudly walked past Lu Lu Zeng, disdainful of stepping forward to capture a bad old man with white hair, or not even noticing Lu someone's existence.

There was a feeling of being insulted, and Lu Luzeng's heart came back to him. The rising sun sprinkled ten thousand golden rays, illuminating every angry wrinkle on the old jinshi's face. "Let Zhao Jun use it to come and see me?!" He shouted as he stepped towards the nearest centurion of the Red Turbans. "The old man wants to see Zhao Junyong! The old man treats each other with sincerity, and he dares to take advantage of the old man! Let him come out, the old man has to ask for clarification today! ”

The centurion gave him a pitying look, pointed to the barracks, and motioned for him to take prisoner himself. If you want to see Zhao Changshi, how easy is it? Zhao Changshi is the second leader of our Red Turban Army, if any person wants to see it, where has the handsome account of our Xuzhou Red Turban Army become? !

"The old man wants to see Zhao Jun, and the old man wants to see Zhao Jun!" Lulu was furious, jumping to his feet and shouting loudly. The four servants around him couldn't persuade him. The soldiers of the Red Turban Army nearby turned their heads to the side and looked at the crazy old man curiously, their eyes full of pity.

Today, the person who is crazy on the battlefield is not only the white-headed old man in front of everyone. Many Mongol and Goryeo generals, after being forced to lay down their arms and surrender, became demented, as if their souls were no longer in their bodies. They were accustomed to conquest, to massacres and victories, to listening to the legends of their ancestors about the Mongol warriors ravaging the entire Central Plains. When those glory and martial arts are gone like a dream, they don't know what meaning they have left in life?!

Lulu was clearly mader than anyone else. The Red Turban soldier in the vicinity refused to pay attention to him, so he moved his legs and continued to shout as he walked towards the barracks. Almost every general of the Red Turban Army who passed by the camp gate saw his madness. Every pair of compassionate ears heard his susance.

Finally, a familiar face walked over and grabbed his arm, "Good Gong, Good Gong wake up!" I'm Tongfu, I'm Tongfu, do you remember me? Don't be afraid! This ploy is not directed against you. Up and down the Red Turban Army, no one wants to deal with you! ”

"Tongfu ——!" Lu Luzeng was like grasping a life-saving straw, and his ten fingers tightly clasped Hu Dahai's arm armor, making a tooth-sour sound. "Quick, take me to see Zhao Junyong, take me to see him. If he doesn't have time, so can your Zhu Dudu! Tell them to stop chasing, and they must let the moon go! Let him go, it will only be good for you Xuzhou Red Scarf, and there will be absolutely no harm! ”

"Ah——?h Hu Dahai was stunned, he couldn't figure out which old Jinshi was crazy, he had fallen to such a point, and he actually tried to intercede for Yue Kuocha'er.

Unexpectedly, Lu Luzeng's eyes were so anxious that his eyes were on fire, and with the strength that the old man rarely had, he shook his arm and continued to shout loudly: "It's a tired soldier's tactic to get rid of. He is now busy dealing with the Yingzhou Red Scarf, and he has no extra energy to deal with you, so he came up with this idea! Let you be so busy fighting every day that you don't have any time to rest! When he finishes dealing with the Yingzhou Red Turban, he will personally bring a large army to deal with you! Yue Kuo Cha'er is a different faction in the court, you must keep him, keep him in the back and stab Tokhtar in the back! ”

"Huh?! Ah——!h Yes! , I know, you're always waiting here, I'm going to find our governor! Hu Dahai was stunned and stunned, and exclaimed a few times in succession before coming back to his senses. While calling for someone to come forward to protect Lu Luzeng, he ran towards the depths of the barracks.

The old Jin Shi Lu Lu Zeng finally got his wish, bent down, held his knees with both hands, and gasped for air. Groups of Red Turban soldiers carrying prisoners walked briskly past him, each with pride and joy written on their faces. This pride and joy did not belong to him for the time being, but the old man did not mind. He has lived a long time, and his temperament is no longer as anxious as that of a young man. In the future, there will be enough time and opportunity to share it with everyone.

"Ninety-nine with a steel knife in hand, kill all Hu'er before stopping"

Some of the soldiers who returned victoriously sang the ballad loudly, the tune was very strange, and the lyrics did not match the elegance at all. But Lu Luzeng listened to it in his ears, but he felt full of charm. And listened, and snorted with the others.

Holding a steel knife of ninety-nine, he killed Hu Er before stopping.

A man who stands up to the sky, what is a Tartar as a horse and a cow.

The strong man drank the wine in the bowl and did not look back on the journey of a thousand miles.

The golden drums roared in unison, and the yellow dragon swore endlessly.

Holding a steel knife of ninety-nine, he stopped after all the bloody slashes.

The immortal male soul of the man is there, and the surging river flows through the ages.

The immortal male soul of the man is there, and the surging river flows through the ages

This song was passed down the banks of the Yellow River. Flying over cities, forests, mountains, farmlands, wilderness, and in the blink of an eye, it spread throughout the Central Plains, the sky and the earth.

The dragon that had been sleeping for nearly a hundred years really woke up and jumped into the sky in song.

The first roll of the pancake song ends

Note 1: The song of baked cakes is rumored to have been made by Liu Bowen. In fact, it is the battle song of the Red Turban Army at the end of the Yuan Dynasty. The original lyrics and composition are no longer available, and except for the first sentence, the online version is all apocryphal.