"General, how about we withdraw our troops?"
"Yes, we can't stay stationed in Zhongmou any longer. We have to run away! The further away we can, the better!"
"This Liu Futong is not a kind person. He has three hundred thousand men under his command! This is three hundred thousand!"
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The generals are all trying to persuade Li Chahan to retreat!
Because they have no choice!
This battle can only be withdrawn!
Totally unbeatable!
"Calling the whole army!"
Li Chahan looked grim.
The generals' faces were ashen, and they could only follow Li Chahan's orders.
Soon after, the entire army assembled in the spacious training ground.
"Soldiers, you can only win if you fight to the bitter end! This general knows that it is almost difficult to win this battle. However, think about the families behind you, the compatriots, relatives and friends behind you! Once we lose, Will these Han people let them go?"
Li Chahan stated the pros and cons, which also boosted the morale of the soldiers, "We can't retreat! We can only fight to the bitter end!"
"Boom!"
Just then, the war drums played.
The fear in the hearts of the soldiers present gradually dissipated.
yes.
They have no choice but to retreat.
They want to protect their people.
In this battle, they looked forward to death!
These 30,000 Mongolian cavalry have not seen blood. They have experienced battles after following Li Chahan over the years.
At this moment, their bloody nature was reawakened by Li Chahan.
"Fight to the bitter end!"
The soldiers shouted, their eyes were red, and they waved the swords in their hands.
They can't wait to start killing people!
Behead the heads of the 300,000 Red Turban Army soldiers!
"Sacrifice yourself for your country and die without regrets!"
Li Chahan's eyes were red and murderous.
He knew it was almost impossible to win this battle.
But even so, he still looks forward to death!
The morale of the soldiers quickly improved and then improved.
The entire training ground was filled with shouts of killing!
It can be seen that the audience watching this video feels that Li Chahan's battle is difficult!
Thirty thousand versus three hundred thousand!
With such a disparity in military strength, can we win?
"Report! General, the 300,000 troops led by Liu Futong are only three miles away from us!"
A scout subordinate hurriedly came to report.
"Explore again!"
Li Chahan's expression was calm and unhurried.
He was determined to die in this battle!
"Report! General! Liu Futong's army is only two miles away from us!"
Soon, the scouts brought the latest information.
"The whole army is ready! Get ready to attack!"
Li Chahan issued the order.
Mongolian men will die on the battlefield even if they die. They must not be useless and become deserters!
Thirty thousand soldiers rode tall horses. This was definitely a Mongolian cavalry with extraordinary strength.
Now, they all have firm eyes.
They can't retreat!
Once they retreat, countless Mongolian compatriots behind them will die tragically!
win!
This battle must be won!
Even if we can't win, we must buy time for our Mongolian compatriots to escape!
"Let's go with my general!"
Li Chahan has a cold face and firm eyes, and he will not retreat from this battle!
"Boom!"
The sound of high-pitched war drums sounded.
"Woo!"
A low chorus of trumpets!
Under the leadership of Li Chahan, 30,000 Mongolian cavalry took the initiative to attack.
"Da da da!"
The neat and orderly movements of the 30,000-strong army also swept up waves of smoke and dust on the ground.
At this moment, the entire army had the momentum to swallow mountains and rivers!
Not long after setting off, the 30,000 Mongolian cavalry led by Li Chahan could see a large army approaching not far away, more than a mile away.
The equipment of this army may not be very sophisticated, but their numbers are endless, like a giant dragon moving with its teeth and claws.
Their heads were wrapped in red scarves, and they were as powerful as a rainbow!
This is exactly the 300,000 Red Turban Army led by Liu Futong!
The Red Turban Army kept advancing and advancing again.
In this battle, they will kill all 30,000 Mongolian cavalry under Li Chahan!
Liu Futong, who commanded this Red Scarf Army, was also keenly aware of the 30,000 Mongolian cavalry that was attacking. This made his face full of disdain, and he was really looking for death.
Thirty thousand Mongolian cavalry saw him and took the initiative to attack. They were simply looking for death!
"kill!"
Liu Futong rode a white horse, waved the sword in his hand, and roared.
"Kill! Kill! Kill!"
The red scarf soldiers behind them cooperated very well, and the shouts of killing suddenly rang out.
Even the 30,000 Mongolian cavalry led by Li Chahan heard clearly.
However, including Li Chahan and 30,000 Mongolian cavalry, they all showed a look of resignation.
In this battle, they have no way to retreat!
"etc."
Suddenly, Li Chahan waved his hand to signal the generals.
The generals commanded the Mongolian cavalry and the march was temporarily stopped.
What followed was a scene that was unbelievable to countless people.
Originally, the air all around was calm, but suddenly a violent wind and sand swept up!
The terrifying wind and sand seemed to be a terrifying wild beast, and it was constantly shuttling back and forth among the 300,000 Red Turban Army.
"Hoo ho!"
The wind and sand came one after another, which also made the eyes of countless Red Scarf Army soldiers filled with sand, and they could hardly open their eyes.
"Ahem!"
Many people even coughed one after another as sand flew into their mouths.
"How could such a strange wind and sand suddenly sweep up!"
"Is God punishing us?"
"It's over! Why did the wind and sand suddenly appear! I can't open my eyes!"
"My eyes hurt so much, I can't see clearly!"
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The military discipline of the Red Scarf Army led by Liu Futong was not very good, and the sudden wind and sand swept them away and they began to mess up their positions and formations.
Upon seeing this, Liu Futong was shocked and realized that the situation was not good.
"Stabilize the military formation and don't mess up the formation!"
He shouted at the top of his lungs.
But the Red Turban Army was already in chaos.
There were 300,000 people in this chaos, but no one could hear his shouting.
Such a scene.
It also made Li Chahan look ecstatic.
"Even God is helping Dayuan! Dayuan will never die! Soldiers, follow me and charge into the battle!"
rush!
Li Chahan rushed to the front.
The soldiers behind him also scrambled to catch up.
Just like this, the 30,000 Mongolian cavalry were like a vicious wolf, and began to devour the Red Turban Army, which had lost its formation and lost an inch.
"Plop!"
"Plop!"
One by one, the Red Turban soldiers were like sheep, their lives harvested by the Mongolian cavalry without any resistance.
"Hoo ho!"
Seeing this, Liu Futong's breathing was suffocated.
"Why is this happening? Is it because I designed to frame Han Shantong in the first place, so is this retribution coming now?"
As he spoke, his whole body was trembling.
"Withdraw! Withdraw!"
He quickly issued military orders.
The morale of the Red Turban Army was gone, and their morale was even more chaotic.
How can we fight this battle!
The battle after that was very simple.
Liu Futong led the remaining defeated generals to escape desperately.
The Mongolian cavalry led by Li Chahan pursued desperately.
Chased for mile after mile!
