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Chapter 67: Nirvana

"Grenadier, attack forward!" Hearing the shout from the high place diagonally opposite, the heart of the left army Zuo Qianhu was trembling suddenly, and the legs that were beating the mount instantly stiffened on the stirrups.

Crazy, those red scarf thieves were all crazy, and when they were on the verge of collapse, they suddenly took the initiative to rush out from behind the car wall. In just a few breaths, he crushed the five hundred-man team led by the deputy commander of the capital, and then drowned Duo Erhei himself in the torrent of madness.

When Zuo Qianhu received an order from Daru Hua Chi Heguo and led the cavalry to take the whole army, it was completely too late. Before the war horse could rush up, the head of the deputy commander Duo'er Hei had been lifted by a tall man covered in blood. Then, the red-eyed ant thieves became more and more crazy, and actually counter-charged against the horse's head.

The distance of more than 20 paces is against the mountain, and the war horse can't raise the degree to the fastest at all. However, the red-eyed ant thieves galloped down the hillside, and with a wave of their arms, they smashed hundreds of smoking iron bumps into the herd.

"Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!" The Afghan cavalry team, which was working hard, was concave in a large piece. Dozens of horses lay in pools of blood, rolling and wailing. And on the ground, there were grenades smoking, constantly rolling down, rolling, rolling, and rolling, and then there was another "boom", throwing up the corpses of a man and a horse.

"By, by, bypass!" No one can be sure if the remaining lumps of iron on the ground will explode or when? Avoiding the front of the Red Turban Thief and outflanking from the flank has become the best choice at this moment. Without waiting for the left thousand households to make a decision, the right thousand households were already shouting and pulling the horse's head off. With a few hundred cavalry subordinate to him, he split directly into the ranks, and from a farther place, he made a detour towards the back of the Red Turban Army.

"Damn it!" Seeing that the cavalry team was divided into two, Zuo Qianhu was eager to catch up and slash Baoli from behind. Even if he is not convinced and succumbs to himself, the other party should not make trouble at this juncture. The momentum of the red turban thief is like a mountain torrent roaring, at this juncture, any behavior to avoid its sharp cherry blossoms will greatly increase their arrogance, and then cause an irreparable disaster.

His judgment was very accurate, and sure enough, the moment he saw the cavalry suddenly split into two groups, the Red Turban soldiers who rushed down the hillside suddenly doubled their pace. At the risk of being killed by his own grenade, like a steel knife, he stuck in the center of the two cavalry, and then raised his arm again. In the next moment, thunder billowed and thick smoke rolled blood, staining the entire sky red.

"Kill the Tartars, kill the Tartars!" The armoured soldiers and the unarmoured auxiliaries shouted loudly and drove straight along the path of the enemy's aside. Along the way, when you see the cavalry who can't dodge, you will be stabbed in the head. Seeing the war horse trying to dodge, it was also a stab.

Everyone was in the frenzy of battle, and at this moment they were all invincible generals. There is no fear, no pain and no tiredness. Nothing more than fighting, fighting, fighting without stopping. And those A-people who looked tall and fierce before, and the war horses that looked majestic before, have all become clay puppets and wooden terriers in everyone's eyes at this moment. All you have to do is stick your knife out and you can cut their thighs. Then he threw them to the ground and cut off their heads with another knife.

The soldiers who were close to the Red Turban Army were killed, and they pulled the reins and tried to avoid them. The other cavalrymen who came up from the flanks were blocked by these cowards, and the horses, which had managed to rush up a little, had to slow down again, so as not to collide with their own people and be trampled into meat sauce by the horses' hooves.

In the blink of an eye, more than 900 officers and soldiers of the Red Turban Army had already entered the depths of the Afghan cavalry. Like a tiger rushing into a flock, it opened its bloody jaws in all directions, and every time its teeth opened and closed, it caused a desperate wail.

"Avoid, avoid, go up, go around behind them!" Zuo Qianhu was so angry that the blood plasma in his whole body rushed to his head, and he smashed away the cavalry standing in front of him, and ordered loudly.

"Avoid, avoid the Red Turban Thieves, go around behind them, go around behind them!" The cronies around him tore their throats and spread this incomparably correct order throughout the army. However, at this moment, four smoking extra-large wooden shell grenades suddenly flew out of the temporary formation abandoned by the Red Turban Army, landed in front of everyone's horses, and "boomed", exploding four clouds of wet and thick yellow smoke.

"Ahem, ahem, ahem, ahem"

"Sigh, sigh, whistle

Everywhere the yellow smoke passed, a mournful cry of people and horses sounded. With the addition of croton, arsenic, Sichuan pepper and dogwood, the taste is not something that ordinary people can enjoy. Tears, snot and saliva flowed down the eyes, nostrils and mouth of the affected person at the same time. Sensei said that he was ordered to make a detour to the rear of the Red Turban Army, but he couldn't even maintain his current formation. One by one, they were led by crazy mounts, and they went on a rampage, knocking their accomplices to the ground.

"Put on the artillery and help the Governor kill the Tartars!" The grenadier centurion Li Ziyu, who had been ordered to stay behind to protect the artillery and the grenadier, threw the smoking mugwort into the gunpowder pile under the grenadier and shouted with red eyes.

"Whew!" Flames rose into the air, instantly turning the crumbling grenadier into a giant torch. The archers and grenadiers who remained in the temporary position bent down and pushed three bronze cannons, and together with the Huang father and son, they pushed the artillery cart along the hillside towards the head of the Argentine cavalry.

"Wait for me, wait for me! A few people came here to help me carry the gun! Lian Laohei, who was operating the gun to aim, was in a hurry, wanting to destroy the gun decisively like Li Ziyu, but he was reluctant to live in his heart. Trying to carry the gun and follow the gun carriage, this thing lost its bracket and could not be operated by a single person. After shouting a few times in succession, seeing that everyone refused to stop, they had to grit their teeth and continue to turn the muzzle of the gun to find a new target.

More than fifty paces away from the car formation, the Red Turban Army had already fought with the Afghan cavalry. With his accuracy, he can't guarantee who will hit the head with a shot! After aiming at the beads of sweat on his head for a long time, he turned the muzzle of the gun and aimed at the handsome banner of Arman three hundred paces away.

Under the banner of Shuai, Meng Yuan Daru Hua Chihe was so angry that he was smoking. Fifteen or six hundred cavalrymen, more than 500 infantry soldiers who had been recuperating, and more than 300 archers, were defeated and retreated by less than 1,000 red turban thieves, and the head of the deputy commander Duo'er Hei was cut off. This battle, even if it is won in the end, is enough to make the ancestors of the Azerbains lose face.

"No, no matter what, you have to end the battle as much as possible, and do your best to break that guy surnamed Zhu into ten thousand pieces!" Staring at the pig-killing butcher in the war group, his fingers holding the hilt of the knife clenched loudly. "Aslan, with these two hundreds-"

Gritting his teeth, he was ready to throw out the last spare force around him. Before Centurion Aslan could take the arrow, a cry suddenly sounded in his ears, "Kill the Tartars!" ”

Immediately after, in the bushes more than forty steps behind him, a young man with a long tassel jumped out and led more than 100 rabbles without armor to attack the handsome banner of the Azuo army.

"Kill them all!" Daru Hua Chihe immediately pointed the tip of the knife that was originally pointing to the Red Turban Army Marshal Banner at the reckless young man who suddenly appeared. It's so hateful, it's too despicable, that stupid Zhu Eighty-one actually wants to use the same tricks to deal with Lord Ben! Do you think that Lord Ben is a vulture who doesn't spend that stupid donkey?! Even a stupid donkey can't do the same thing twice! Kill me, kill them all first, and then cut off Zhu Eighty-one's head.

"Yes!" Aslan, the centurion of his own soldiers, led two hundred cavalrymen and immediately turned his horse's head to Wu Liangmou, who was holding a long tassel. At this time, Wu Liangmou was scared stupid, carrying the red tassel gun, it was not to continue to rush forward, nor to turn around and run, he stopped, and his legs could no longer move a bit.

Seeing that Aslan was about to trample him under his horse, suddenly, another cry came from the left, "Kill the Tartars, kill the Tartars!" Xu Da, the centurion of the archers, rushed out with Zhu Eighty-one's personal soldiers and a grenadier hundred-man team, and there were several human heads hanging from the waists of the brothers in the front row, which were the few scouts scattered on the left side of the position at will.

"Protect your lordship!" The captain of the pro-soldier Aslan was so frightened that he didn't care about cutting off Wu Liangmou's head again, turned his mount, and went straight to Xu Da. The horse's head had just turned half of the angle when suddenly there was a "Bah!" There was a loud bang on the ground, and he turned his head sharply, and saw that He's war horse jumped suddenly, and a stream of old blood came out of his neck, and he slammed Lord Daru Huachi to the ground.

According to the Mongol military law, the main general was killed in battle, and all the soldiers who protected him were to be beheaded if they could not retrieve his body. The captain of the pro-soldier Aslan was completely stupid this time, and he didn't even think about it, so he immediately turned his horse's head again and galloped back to rescue his master.

"Kill the Tartars!" With such a good opportunity, how could Centurion Xu Da let him slip away? The steel knife in his hand pointed forward, followed closely behind the tail of the horse of Aslan and the others, and went to cut Hewu. The legs of the iron-clad boots swayed, and the ground rose and fell.

"The Tartar Boss is dead, the Tartar Boss is dead!!" Wu Liangmou, who had just turned around at the Ghost Gate, came back to his senses in an instant, jumping to his feet and shouting loudly. "Shout with me, the Tartar boss is dead. The Tartar boss is dead! Shout quickly, shout with all your might! ”

When Zhuang Ding of Wujiazhuang heard this, he immediately opened his throat in unison, "The Tartar boss is dead, the Tartar boss is dead!" Behold, the Lord of the Tartars is about to die! ”

"Nonsense, I'm not dead!" Daru Hua Chihe stood up from the ground with a head of blood and retorted loudly. Suddenly, he saw the grenadiers who were following Aslan closely, pounced on them with grenades raised. Stunned, he pushed Aslan, the captain of the personal soldiers who rushed over to protect him, off the horse, turned over and jumped up, turned around and walked, "Abu, Abu, the palm thunder is coming, go, go!" (Note 1)

When the pro-soldiers saw this, where did they dare to turn around and fight? Following behind Daluhua Chihe, the wolf rushed to the front, knocking over the wool flag of honor that symbolized the father of Ajunzu's generation and stepping on it under the horse's hooves, and in a blink of an eye, it was trampled to a pulp!

Note 1: Regarding the achievements of Dalu Huachi Heguo, you can see the Xinyuan History, the original text is: February, and Heguo, Huchi and others discussed. Seeing that the Red Army was in large formation, Heguo and Huchi whipped their crowd and said, "Abu! "Ab, Hua Yan is gone. So all the troops collapsed

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