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Chapter 30 with the Son

In this battalion, there were more than 3,000 soldiers, and the number of them was more than three times that of the enemy, so they were all full of confidence and moved quickly. After just a dozen snaps of his fingers, he collided head-on with the enemy.

"Boom!" The sunlight suddenly dimmed in mid-air, and the blood mist rose from the ground, soaring upward. Dozens of human heads tied with red ribbons were held up in the air by the blood mist, and their eyes were wide open, and they couldn't bat at a glance. The ranks of the Shanzi battalion immediately recessed a large piece, and the brothers who rushed to the front quickly retreated, but the brothers who rushed behind could not regain their momentum, and continued to rush forward with spears. Their own people crowded their own people, and they were clustered into a big mess. The Rakshasa soldiers, who had already rushed into the formation, used their steel shields against the chests of the nearest Red Turban soldiers, and the steel short knives stabbed forward against the lower edge of the shield.

"Ahh "Mother-!" The screams were incessant, and in the next moment, the Red Turban Army soldiers fell down a whole layer. The Rakshasa soldier on the opposite side stepped over the corpse with his big feet wrapped in iron boots, and continued to swing his blade. Blood, like a waterfall, spurted upside down into the air. Layer upon layer, layer upon layer, endlessly.

The moment the two armies came into contact, Sesame Li sensed that the momentum was not good. Immediately waved the command flag, and sent both the right army and the Lin Zi battalion of the middle army out. More than 5,000 soldiers had already been stimulated by the blood of their own robes, and their eyes were red, and they did not hesitate to follow behind Peng Da and Zhang Xiaowu and pounce on the enemy.

Eight to one, which is close to the total strength of the enemy and us, however, the result still exceeds everyone's expectations. The thousand Rakshasa ghost soldiers were like invulnerable monsters, rampaging through the ranks of the Red Turban Army. Every time it ran in any direction, the Red Turban soldiers in that position were crushed in a whole row, and there was no stagnation in the process.

"The left army stayed where it was, and the front army and the rear army went up together and drowned them!" Sesame Li saw that his eyes were split, his voice was dumb, and he threw himself into the two battalions that he relied on the most. "Yes!" Mao Gui, the former military governor, and Pan Lezi, the rear military governor, agreed, and immediately led their soldiers to pounce.

There were more than 7,000 people, and the total strength of the Red Turban Army in battle was already fifteen times that of the enemy. Such a disparity in strength finally stifled the opponent's offensive. The group of Rakshasa ghost soldiers rushed to the left and right, and they couldn't move forward half a step forward for a long time. Suddenly, they threw their heads up and let out a roar, then quickly gathered into a group, covering each other, and slowly retreated.

"Avenge the brethren, don't let them go!" Zhang Xiaowu, the commander of the Lin Zi Battalion, had red eyes and roared loudly. Just now in front of his eyes, half of his brother's head was cut off by the Rakshasa soldiers. The entire Shanzi battalion, which was the first to attack, was almost completely wiped out. He must avenge this revenge!

"Kill them all, kill them all!" The brothers of the Lin Zi battalion, the front army, the rear army, and the right army also called for peace and fierce fighting, and no one refused to let the prey leave. Seeing this scene, the corner of his mouth showed a slight sneer, and he pulled out a black order flag and swayed it quickly.

"Woo, woo, woo!" A terrible trumpet sounded from behind him, sending new orders throughout the battlefield. Hearing the sound of the horn, the group of Rakshasa soldiers who were retreating from the whole army actually stopped immediately. The shield next to the shield formed a huge iron ball, and no matter how the soldiers of the Red Turban Army around him attacked, they did not move. 、

The other two Rakshasa thousand-man teams and the cavalry, which were composed entirely of Mongols, slowly pressed up. is not in a hurry, as if the more than 13,000 warriors of the Red Turban Army on the battlefield are all crops to be cut.

Immediately after, the Korean man holding the Pak knife also began to move quickly, and as he ran, he slapped the blade of the knife on his chest, "Papa, papa, papa!" Slaughter, slaughter, slaughter. Victory, victory, victory! They foamed at the mouth one by one, like crazy.

"The left army and the Huozi battalion are on standby, and the other battalions are coming with me!" Hearing the madman's clamor of the Koreans, Sesame Lee no longer had anyone to keep his composure. He pointed the steel knife forward in his hand and took the lead in pounced on the oncoming enemy.

Zhao Jun didn't pull the reins of a horse, so he had to wave the Changshi flag, commanding the Fengzi Battalion, the Japanese Battalion, the Yuezi Battalion and the Water Battalion to follow closely, and more than 10,000 men with red scarves on their heads, holding short knives and spears, followed his general banner, without hesitation.

At this moment, the battle in the center of the battlefield has also reached a white-hot state. More than 13,000 Red Turban rebels, surrounded by a circle formation of more than 700 Rakshasa ghost soldiers, from all directions, there were waves of decisive attacks. However, the gap between the two sides in terms of training and weaponry is unimaginably large. Although the brethren were brave, and although they all put life and death on the line, the spears in their hands stabbed into each other's shields, leaving only a shallow white mark. And as long as the short blade of the Rakshasa soldier is swung, it is a piece of blood.

On the battlefield, almost half of the Red Turban Army was attracted by the steel circle formed by the Rakshasa soldiers. There's no time for anything else. The other half of the people, led by Sesame Li, Zhao Junyong, Zhang Xiaoqi and others, crossed this huge battle group from the left and right sides, and faced the main force sent by Wu Rabuhua head-on. Seeing that the distance between the enemy and us was getting closer and closer, closer and closer, it was only a short twenty steps, and the wargroup that had been glued together before became two battlefields that had nothing to do with each other. Suddenly, there was a low horn from the handsome stage, "Woo, woo, woo, woo-woo-"

Immediately after, the sound of the horn suddenly stopped, and the three rows of Rakshasa soldiers walking in the front suddenly pulled out a short javelin from behind their backs and threw it in the square.

The hissing sound of the viper spitting out the message, carried by the cold wind, reached the ears of everyone present. The whole sky instantly became extremely dark, and more than 700 javelins, with wind and cold, sent the shadow of death to the heads of the soldiers of the Red Turban Army who were swarming forward.

Zhang Xiaoqi, the commander of the Fengzi Battalion, was shot by three javelins at the same time, planted off his horse, and died of exhaustion. Xu Twelve, the deputy commander of the Fengzi Battalion, who was advancing side by side with him, was shot in the chest with a javelin. Holding the barrel of the gun made of fine iron in both hands, he pulled it out with force. "Ho-ho, ho-ho, ho-ho" He made an ugly sound, like crying and laughing. Suddenly, a mouthful of bright red blood spurted out of his mouth. The whole person suddenly softened and fell into the dust.

The scarlet flag of the "wind" was unfurled in the wind, guiding the brothers to move on. The soldier with the flag in his hand was pierced through the chest by a javelin, but he staggered and refused to fall to the ground, and blood flowed down the wounds on his body like a cascade.

"Kill the Tartars and avenge Commander Zhang!" Wei Zixi, a thousand households in the Fengzi Battalion, was stunned, snatched the flag from Zhang Xiaoqi's personal soldiers, and waved it vigorously. The scattered Red Turban soldiers regrouped, holding their swords and spears aloft, stepping over the corpses of their comrades and continuing to charge towards the Rakshasa soldiers.

The sword mountain and the sea of fire, there is no hesitation.

The first three rows of Rakshasa ghost soldiers stopped again and threw another row of javelins. The sky became extremely gray again, and hundreds of red-turbaned soldiers were shot by javelins, unwilling to stretch their hands into the air, trying to grasp the last ray of light in the world.

The sun in the sky suddenly darkened, without any temperature. The howling north wind swept across the battlefield, blowing a heavy mist of blood. In the blood mist, one after another the red scarf soldiers fell, one after another.

The soldiers of both sides were finally strangled together. The armor of a famous Rakshasa ghost soldier was stabbed by a spear and slid through. The Red Turban Righteous Man was slightly stunned, and in the flash of lightning, the Rakshasa Ghost Soldier poked out his blade from behind the shield and stabbed him in the stomach.

In the blink of an eye, the Red Turban Army who fought against the Rakshasa soldiers was slaughtered cleanly. The Rakshasa flapped his shield with his blade and continued forward, like a moving iron wall.

A row of red-scarf soldiers crashed into it and shattered their bones.

Another row of Red Turban soldiers crashed into it, blood staining their shields pink, and it was very strange in the sun.

Then there was the third row, then the fourth row, like moths to a fire.

"Woo, woo, woo-woo-" The urging horn sounded again, and the fourth, fifth, and sixth rows of Rakshasa ghost soldiers quickly followed forward to fill in their positions. Suddenly, the sound of the horn stopped again, and the sky became extremely gray for the third time, and more than 700 javelins, divided into two waves in front and back, flew over a distance of twenty paces, and shot at the uncovered bodies of the Red Turban soldiers, smashing the advancing queue into several sections.

Blood, jumping up like a flame, rolls back and forth on the battlefield, and wherever it rolls, it brings the shadow of death to wherever it goes. Take away the living souls one by one, leaving behind a cold corpse.

The Rakshasa ghost soldiers almost stepped on the trail of the short javelin and rushed into the ranks of the Red Turban Army, launching another round of bloody slaughter. The knives in their hands were all made of steel, and with each swing, they could bring down a whole row of Red Turbans. The shields in their hands are extremely heavy, not only can they block the attacks of the Red Turban soldiers, but they can also be used as weapons. Every time he pushed forward, he could push the red scarf soldier on the opposite side to stagger, his steps were unsteady, and the formation was full of holes.

Those officers and soldiers of the Red Turban Army, under the leadership of Sesame Li, Zhao Junyong and others, resisted to the death. If you don't pierce the shield, you will pierce the armor, and if you don't pierce the armor, you will pierce the calf and arm of the Rakshasa soldier, and you would rather pay five times the price for the enemy lying on the ground. At close range, both sides brandished their weapons in an attempt to take the lives of their opponents. In the blink of an eye, there were countless souls, screaming and flying into the air.

Wu Rabuhua sneered and waved the command flag, and the horn whimpered, like a ghost crying.

The last three rows of Rakshasa soldiers strode forward, smirking and unleashing a horned bow from behind their backs. Place the wolf's tooth arrow on the bow arm and throw it at a forty-five degree angle.

The feather arrow flew into the sky with a crushing fire, and then swooped down, taking countless lives.

Then, there was another wave of black-pressed feather arrows, covering the sky and the sun.

The sky was getting darker and darker, and the wind blowing from the Yellow River was getting stronger and colder, condensing the blood mist into frost in mid-air, and it was scattered in all directions. The pink ice crystals quickly dyed half of the sky the same color, and under the bright winter sun, the sky and the earth seemed to have turned into an agate. One side is gray, one side is blue, the other side is red, and one side is dazzling yellow.

It was the Yellow River, surging and rolling, and the waves swept away the heroes.

Looking at the steaming and tumbling red blood mist in front of him, Zhu Eighty-one's eyes were filled with tears unconsciously. I don't know if it's because of the smallest number of soldiers under his command, or if Sesame Li wants to leave a little more fire for the Xuzhou red scarf, so he was ordered to stay in place. At the same time, he has also become the only one among all the core generals who can see the whole picture of the battlefield.

He saw the Rakshasa soldiers holding short blades and shields, like mowing grass, and killing the Red Turban soldiers in rows. He saw the Goryeo servants entering the battlefield from the side, waving the swords in their hands, forcing Zhao Junyong and others, who were guarding the flank of Sesame Lee, to retreat step by step, and the wolf was unbearable. He saw that the officers and men of the Red Turban Army, despite suffering heavy casualties, fought to the death and did not retreat, defending their hard-won freedom with their lives. He saw Sesame Lee pull the javelin from his shoulder socket and throw it at the Rakshasa man's neck with his backhand. Then he raised his sword again, shouting and fighting, and there was no one under his command.

A gust of wind blew, and a mist of blood obscured his vision. When the scenery of the battlefield gradually became clear, he could no longer find the figure of Sesame Lee. But in the crowd, the handsome flag of the Xuzhou army was still flying high, fluttering high, and the flagpole was straight, just like the legs that Sesame Li refused to bend.

Another mist of blood rolled by, and the Red Turban Army's battle flag was engulfed again. When his vision regained clarity, he saw that Wu Ra Buhua was constantly waving the order flag, sending one command after another that amounted to murder to the Meng Yuan generals on the battlefield without interruption. He saw those cavalry generals take the command flag from the heralds, urge the horse team, and kill the war group that had been left behind by Sesame Li and others.

"Not good!" Seeing that the cavalry on Meng Yuan's side was rushing faster and faster, Zhu Bayi exclaimed in surprise. However, he was too late to do anything. The group of cavalry rushed in front of Zhang Xiaowu, the commander of the Lin Zi Battalion, like a fierce beast, and in an instant, several generals drowned in the dazzling sword light along with his general flag.

The warband was cut off a thick corner, and blood flowed like a river. The Rakshasa Caucasian thousand-man team, which had been ground down to just over 500 people, was released again. They were like devils out of the cage, and the array changed from a round shape to a long cone. Following behind the Mongolian cavalry, they were interspersed vertically and horizontally, and everywhere they passed, corpses were scattered all over the field.

The commander of the Lin Zi battalion and several commanders were killed in battle, and more than half of the soldiers were killed and wounded in a blink of an eye, and the brothers who were lucky not to die under the butcher's knife of the Rakshasa people could no longer hold on, turned around, and were defeated from the front of the battle like a low tide. The re-increased Mongolian cavalry, like wild wolves, pounced on the front army led by Mao Gui from behind. The front army, which had already suffered more than 30% casualties in the battle with the Rakshasas, also quickly collapsed under great pressure, except for a few hundred and ten people who still followed Mao Gui and did not retreat, the other brothers, dropped their battle flags and weapons, and fled in all directions.

The situation on the battlefield has taken a turn for the worse. The avalanche starts at one point, spreads quickly across the surface, and then continues to extend into the interior of the team. Defeated, defeated, the Rakshasa ghost is too powerful. The vultures don't spend the old treacherous and cunning. Soon, fear and despair spread to the hearts of all the soldiers of the Xuzhou army, and many soldiers who had not yet had contact with the enemy were also pushed and shoved by the first group of frightened guys who retreated, threw down the hard-won weapons, tore off the red scarf on their heads, joined the escape team, and staggered, like a group of cattle and sheep that had lost their souls.

The Mengyuan cavalry and infantry drove them like sheep, pressing them from behind. pressed the sesame plum into a disposition, unable to turn the tide. Several javelins flew from mid-air again, pushing the soldiers holding the banners off their horses. The crowd squeezed forward suddenly, and then retreated back in a panic, and Shuai Qi was trampled into the blood-stained mud by countless pairs of big feet in a blink of an eye, and he could no longer see his original appearance.

"You can't retreat, you can't retreat, behind you is Xuzhou!" Zhu Eighty-one brandished the steel knife and shouted like crazy. However, his voice was swallowed up by the sound of cries rushing to his face. Like ants, the defeated soldiers ran past him in swarms, ran up the drawbridge, ran into the open north gate, and huddled together in the doorway, trampling on each other, and dead without a corpse.

"Can't go back, go back, go back!" He raised his knife and slashed two deserters, forcing the other deserters back into battle. However, among the deserters who were frightened, no one recognized him as the governor of the left army, nor did they recognize him as a Buddha, and in the face of bloody death, every legend was pale and powerless.

Another rout ran past him, and Zhu Bayi swung his knife to slash. The latter did not hesitate to raise his knife to parry. The two steel knives met in mid-air and broke into four. Zhu Bayi was stunned, and quickly pulled out the pig-killing knife from his waist. Then the rout took the opportunity to flee away, refusing to delay in the slightest.

"Woo woo, woo woo, woo woo" The urging horn sounded again, and after putting down the handsome flag of Sesame Li, the team on Meng Yuan's side changed again. It was no longer a neat military formation, but a team of more than ten people, or more than twenty people, led by Goryeo servants, pounced on the warriors of the Red Turban Army who were still resisting, and killed them one by one. Then he pursued those who had fled for their lives, driving them away, not allowing them to stop and think, not giving them a chance to regain their courage.

"Governor, let's hurry up and retreat! Take advantage of the Rakshasa ghost not to kill! Sun Thirty-one, the commander of the left army, was so frightened that he hugged Zhu Eighty-one, who had entered a state of madness, and prayed loudly.

The other battalions that remained in place had been overwhelmed by the rout. The soldiers did not care about each other, and rushed to the suspension bridge and ran to the north gate. The narrow suspension bridge and the north gate simply cannot accommodate such a large flow of people. Many soldiers ran and ran, and they were squeezed into the moat by their own people, and in a blink of an eye, they completely disappeared.

"Governor, let's hurry up and retreat! Let's go back from the east gate, the little one hides a few carriages in your house, let's pack up and get out of the city immediately!! Centurion Niu Da also stepped forward and said tremblingly.

"Run, where are you going?! There are the territories of the Great Yuan Dynasty everywhere, and you can still run to the sky?! Zhu Eighty-one suddenly came back to his senses, and his face was as hideous as a demon. Lifting his foot, he kicked the ox to the ground first. Then the splitter snatched his own flag from his own soldiers, "Left Army-, follow me!" ”

"Yes!" In the military formation, there were very few responders. Everyone has been able to hold on until now without taking advantage of the chaos to escape, and they have already given him enough face as the governor of the capital, and he can't pay more.

"You-!" Zhu Bayi was stunned, with an idiotic smile on his face. He took them as his own, but they were still willing to be slaves. They have been enslaved for more than 70 years, and they have long lost the courage to go to sea with 100,000 people!

Well, is it his own passion, the bloody nature of martyrdom? Those who have blood have long since died and become extinct, and they will not live to the present at all. Thinking of this, he suddenly raised the flag and stuffed it into the hands of Su Mingzhe, who was as earthy as the face of the earth, "The surname is Su, I don't ask you to die with me, I ask you to take this group of bad breeds to Ximen." Then I took the things in the house and ran for my life together! Don't go to the north gate, go over there, you'll just die faster! ”

With that, he turned his gaze to everyone again, laughing and waving at everyone, "Goodbye, I wish you all a long life!" ”

Turning his head, he tried to keep his tears from flowing again. Carrying a pig-killing knife, against the flow of fleeing people, he rushed straight to the handsome banner that was not spent. He still had a breath and four bamboo-shelled grenades made of standard black powder. He also had the opportunity to exchange his life for a life and send that butcher to the western sky.

All the soldiers who saw him took the initiative to take a detour, and no one had the courage to stop him. Behind him, I don't know which one shouted a few times in a dumb voice, and I don't know what it was shouting. Then, sparse footsteps sounded again. Zhu Bayi knew that someone was coming up, but he didn't know how much. He was reluctant to stop and wait for them, and at this moment, all his courage was focused on two legs, and he could not stop and did not dare to turn back!