Any soldier of the Mengyuan official army who was caught up was immediately cut to the ground and lost his life.

There is no mercy, there is no tolerance.

There is no chance of survival except for escape!

Only by grabbing the opportunity to get on the ferry can you escape with your life!

The river was so cold that it was impossible for the Tartars to swim through.

With the help of Xu Cunhou and Ma Bao, Timur was the first to climb onto the ferry.

This small boat can carry six or seven people, but at this time, there are at least two dozen people clinging to the boat gang and refusing to let go.

Xu Cunhou and Ma Bao stood waist-high in the river, pushing the other routers hard, trying to throw them away, but it was difficult to work for a while.

In addition, those routs who robbed the ship were all of the same mind, and some of them were even already fierce and began to beat their companions next to them.

Seeing this, Timur knew that if he continued like this, no one would be able to escape when the red turban thieves chased him.

"Mabao, grab my hand and climb up!" Timur suddenly shouted.

It's not that Timur is kind-hearted, it's that he can't row at all, and if it weren't for Ma Bao and Xu Cunhou, he wouldn't have been able to escape.

Ma Bao and Xu Cunhou climbed onto the ferry one after another.

However, there were more and more Mengyuan soldiers who came to compete for the ferry.

The ferryboat that was being fought for was so shaky that Timur sat on it, and he couldn't even sit steadily.

"Smash their fingers!" Ma Bao suddenly shouted.

When Timur heard this, he immediately smashed the fingers of the routs who were holding the boat gang with the scabbard of his saber.

Some let go of their hands in pain, others went mad and did not let go, while others became angry and began to draw their swords and try to attack Timur.

At this moment, there was a loud shout of killing.

A group of more numerous Meng Yuan routs ran down from the reeds, followed closely behind them by some red turban soldiers on horseback.

These cavalry of the Red Turban Army are the brave cavalry led by Xu Da.

They recklessly pursued and killed Meng Yuan's rout.

As more routs came, the boat that Timur had just snatched became the prey of more people.

Dense routs surrounded the boat, countless hands clinging to the boat, all trying to climb onto the ferry, but no one could do so.

The three Timur were shaken to pieces on the ship, and in the face of the rout like zombies, Timur already had an ominous premonition.

If this happens, the ferry will be overturned, and Timur will fall into the water.

As the Red Turban pursuers drew closer, the Tartar rout began to go completely crazy.

Seeing that the pursuing Red Turban Army was about to be killed.

Anxious, Timur immediately roared.

"Draw the knife!"

Timur then slashed at the fingers that were being pulled on the side of the ship.

Xu Cunhou and Ma Bao also immediately came to their senses.

They all drew their sabers and slashed at the fingers on the sides of the ship.

"Ahh

"Ahh

A terrible scream rang out.

The routs whose fingers had been cut off immediately screamed and screamed.

After the innermost rout broke his fingers, he was pushed behind by the rout behind him.

The newly rushed routs broke their fingers and were concocted by the routs further behind.

Timur's eyes were red, and he numbly chopped off the fingers of the rout.

Finally, there was no more routs pulling the ship's side.

Xu Cunhou and Ma Bao immediately rowed towards the other side of the Baigou River with their oars.

Timur sat down as if deflated, the cramped boat filled with bright red blood and severed fingers.

These severed fingers, densely packed, almost covered the boat with a layer.

Timur looked at these dense fingers, and his face turned pale.

The owners of these fingers are all Mongolian warriors who have followed them for many years!

And Xu Cunhou, who was rowing, was smiling.

"Haha, it's finally escaped!" Xu Cunhou said with a laugh.

"These grass thieves are really fierce!" Ma Bao was afraid.

At this time, the boats of the three had reached the middle of the river, and the bows and arrows of the pursuers were no longer able to take them.

Now they can drift down the current to the other shore without rowing.

Xu Cunhou and Ma Bao saw the severed fingers in the boat.

The two picked up a handful of severed fingers in their hands and threw them into the Baigou River.

Timur, who came to his senses, immediately burst into tears.

"The Great Mongolian warriors are crisscrossing all directions, and I can't imagine that today I will be defeated in the hands of Zhu Chongba's thieves!"

"If you don't take revenge, I, Timur, will not be a man!"

In the battle of Shayuan, nearly 10,000 Mengyuan troops lost most of them.

The fire that Zhu Han lit in the rear blocked the retreat of the Mengyuan army, and all the routs ran to the Baigou River.

Pursued by the rebels behind them, the panicked rout scrambled to jump into the icy water, hoping to escape to the other side.

However, most of the Mongols are not accustomed to water, and almost sink to the bottom when they enter the water, drown and feed the fish and turtles.

"Almost!"

Zhu Yuanzhang watched the battle come to an end and issued the last order.

"Herald! Those who surrender on their knees, do not kill! ”

"Those who surrender on their knees, don't kill!"

With one shout after another, the remnants of the Mengyuan soldiers gave up resistance and fled, and surrendered on their knees one by one.

"Marshal Du, these are the lackeys of the Tartars, why don't you kill them?" Sun Deya looked unconvinced.

There are a few of them in Haozhou, but they are all very enjoyable.

Taking advantage of this big victory, the subordinates practiced their courage like chopping melons and vegetables.

This soldier who has killed people on the battlefield is far stronger than a rookie who has never seen blood.

But they were killing Xingtou, but Zhu Yuanzhang ordered to stop.

"Vice Marshal Sun, look at it, the real Tartar soldiers have all died, and the rest are our Han people who have been coerced!" Zhu Yuanzhang said loudly.

Guo Zixing, Sun Deya and others looked.

Sure enough, the soldiers who surrendered on the battlefield were almost all Huaixi men who were forced to work for the Tartars.

The original arrogant Mongolian cavalry, except for those who died on the battlefield, were all driven into the Baigou River and drowned.

"We are not afraid of killing, but we must not kill indiscriminately, wouldn't it be better to turn these Huaixi men into our people?" Zhu Yuanzhang continued.

Guo Zixing, Sun Deya and other handsome men also felt that it made sense.

Soon, the entire battlefield was gone, and all that was left was the righteous soldiers happily cleaning the battlefield.

After this battle, the Yuan soldiers near Haozhou no longer had the ability to fight back in a short period of time, and this Dalu Huachi Mongolian soldier was originally going to Yingzhou to participate in the suppression of Liu Futong's Red Turban Army, but now after being annihilated, it has helped Liu Futong relieve a lot of pressure.