"These people are really hateful, since they have the courage to dare to charge into battle, why don't they fight with those Tartar soldiers!"

Zhu Han still didn't speak, but Chen Baodao next to him spoke.

"Hehe, these Han soldiers of the Tartars are not bold, but they are stunned by intimidation, they will do whatever the Tartars tell them to do, and they will not be relieved if they don't die."

As a member of the Mengyuan official army, Chen Baodao's words are naturally very reasonable.

"It's also Han people, our Red Turban Army is a good man, not like they are all a bunch of waste!" Hu Yiba said proudly.

The current Hu Yiba is no longer the tomb robber he once was, but a figure with a face in the Red Turban Army, and ordinary sergeants who see him have to shout 'Hu Guan Team'.

"Cut! You bastard, it's not the time to cry and shout that you don't want to join the gang! Zhu Han sneered.

"The villain was confused, hehe!" Hu Yiba's face turned red.

Zhu Han also ignored him and stared intently at the battle that was about to start in front of him.

Now the Mongols sent the Han army to send them to death, even if it was an appetizer, the real battle had to wait until the Mongols themselves came to the end.

As Zhu Han expected, under the persecution of the Mongols, although these strong men of the Han army rushed to the front of the Red Turban Army, once they started the real battle, their combat effectiveness was very low.

There was neither training, nor adequate rations, nor sophisticated weapons and armor.

As soon as these strong men of the Han army fought, they were immediately killed and wounded.

Saturday Nine felt that all he saw were shaking spears and swords, and from time to time crossbow arrows were shot from the Red Turban Army.

The strong men of the Han army around him fell one by one.

And the Mongols behind them continued to attack with shouts.

The soldiers of the Red Turban Army mercilessly killed all the enemies in front of them, and these strong Han troops soon could not support it.

It only takes one charge for them to be completely destroyed.

Zhu Yuanzhang looked at everything in front of him, but did not give the order to fight back.

"Brother, isn't it time to fight back and defeat them?" Zhu Han couldn't help but ask.

Brother Zhu Yuanzhang frowned slightly, pointed to the front and said.

"It's still a little early, the Han army in the back row hasn't collapsed yet, if they are forced back, the Tartars can still continue to collect the rout, let's kill more, only if they are completely afraid, they will run away regardless of it, and at that time the Tartars will never want to collect them again."

Zhu Han heard this and nodded in agreement.

Brother Zhu Yuanzhang's words are very reasonable, killing more Han soldiers now can make them have no way to continue fighting, and more Han army strong men will have a chance to escape.

After all, when there was no way to collect the rout, the Mongols would not do more useless and vain work, and if they shook their own position in order to collect the rout, then the Red Turban Army could attack them in one go.

With the sound of trumpets and drums, the fierce battle continued.

More and more strong men of the Han army fell on the front, and finally everyone could not bear this threat of death.

"Defeated!"

"Run!"

"Defeated!"

There was a desperate shout from the Han army, and these persecuted strong men, under the threat of death, could not care about the Mongol warlords at all.

No matter how the Mongol cavalry in the battle slashed and killed the deserters, everyone fled to both sides regardless of it.

When the Mongol Chinese army sounded the order to withdraw its troops, these Han soldiers did not obey the order, but fled more quickly to the mountains and forests on both sides.

Saturday Nine threw away his spear and ran desperately with the crowd.

A Mongolian cavalryman in front of him swung his knife and slashed the rout soldiers beside him, and Liuliujiu hurriedly walked around the side with a cat.

There is a small river next to the battlefield, and through the river is a dense forest.

Saturday Nine knew that if he fled into the woods, he could escape from this terrible battlefield.

The Mongol army was sounding one after another, but it was impossible to restrain these already frightened routs.

Aru Ash was furious when he saw this.

"The useless southerners, just two battles, are already a rout!"

For the Han army's refusal to continue to send them to death, Aru Ash was greatly annoyed.

Rushing into battle twice, almost no results were achieved, and the lineup of the Red Turban Army was not shaken in the slightest.

If it was an ordinary rebel, he would have been unable to resist chasing and killing the rout, causing his own position to be in chaos.

"My lord, these red scarf thieves are not ordinary, let's be cautious!"

A color-eyed general next to him said.

This person is none other than Ahma, the general of Aru Ash.

Hearing Ahma's words, Aru Ash was even more annoyed.

"These red turban thieves are so arrogant, I will definitely kill them!"

When he had said this, he commanded Ahma.

"Ahma!"

"The last general!"

"Give you 5,000 ironclad troops, give me a fierce charge, and you must let these thieves know how powerful the Great Mongolia is!" Aru Ash shouted.

When Ahmad heard this, although he was reluctant, he had no choice but to accept his order.

"The last general obeys!"

As Ahmad began to gather his troops and horses to prepare for the formation, Aru Ash also sent someone to his younger brother Hardy, who was lying in ambush, so that he could fight again when Ahmad disrupted the Red Turban Army.

Whining!

Another horn sounded, and Zhu Han saw that the Meng Yuan official army in front of him had sent another wave of soldiers and horses.

"Brother, these soldiers and horses are a little presentable." Zhu Han said.

The Mengyuan soldiers and horses that went out this time were all well-equipped, and the iron armor shining with cold light was shining in the eyes.

From a distance, it is quite terrifying.

"So much iron armor!" Zhu Yuanzhang showed a look of envy.

The armor of the rebels was only half of the armor, and most of the soldiers lacked complete armor.

"At least four or five thousand people!" Zhu Han also said.

"There are so many armor tartars, it's not easy to deal with, we have to go to the front army to personally supervise the battle, and the rear army will be handed over to you, you must be careful!" Brother Zhu Yuanzhang said.

Zhu Han nodded, "Don't worry, I'm here!" ”

Five thousand armored infantry is almost a force capable of destroying withering and decaying.

And in the Mengyuan Chinese army, which has not yet been fought, I am afraid that there will be many armored soldiers.

If the rebel army is not able to fight with these armored tartars, then the Mengyuan soldiers and horses behind will pounce on them like mad dogs.

Thinking of this, Zhu Han turned his head to look at the mountains and forests on both sides.

"If the frightened birds don't fly, there must be a large number of people hiding inside!"

Zhu Han was very sure that the Mengyuan army must have arranged ambushes in the mountains and forests a long time ago.

As long as the rebel army shows a slight decline, there will inevitably be ambushes on both sides.

"Look, sir!"

Suddenly, Hu Yiba next to him shouted loudly.

Zhu Han looked up and saw that the Meng Yuan armor soldiers in front of him had already launched a charge.

These Mengyuan armor soldiers were very powerful, and they used iron armor and shields to block the shots of the rebel crossbowmen.

The stragglers in front of the two formations had no chance to surprise at all, and all of them retreated to the rear of the rebel array.