Tens of thousands of households in the Meng Yuan Dynasty died in the battle one after another.
Zhu Qishan was at war with Longqie's tribe, and Huang Hu led about a thousand soldiers to come to support him.
Huang Hu rode his horse and came to Long Qie's side. He glanced at the battlefield first, then raised his eyebrows and asked Long Qie, "Why don't you go up?"
A pack of wolves can fight a tiger.
If there are too many ants, they can kill an elephant.
As the number of Mongolian soldiers decreased, Zhu Qishan had fewer and fewer protectors around him. Two fists are no match for four hands.
Zhu Qishan's armor was in tatters, and the blood of the Han army intertwined with his blood, dyeing the armor red.
And around him, countless Han soldiers, one after another, regarded death as if they were home, and wanted to kill this Meng Yuan Wanhu on the spot.
"kill!!!!!!!!!!!"
"Kill him."
The Han soldiers roared.
This is obviously a good opportunity to kill thousands of enemy troops. This opportunity may only come once in a lifetime. Huang Hu was confused.
"A trapped beast still fights. People must be self-aware. If I go into battle, I'm afraid I won't be able to sustain three moves." Although Long Qie was ashamed, he still said frankly.
"General Long is overly worried. Zhu Qishan's blood is almost drained. What power can he still have?" Huang Hu disagreed, but he did not despise Long Qie because of this.
It's not that I'm afraid of death, I'm just being overly cautious.
Say it. Huang Hu then clapped his horse forward, raised the Zhangba sword in his hand, and slashed at Zhu Qishan.
"Death." Huang Hu roared, his beard and hair spread out, his eyes red, his muscles were fully mobilized, he was full of energy, as if facing a formidable enemy.
"The stars dare to compete with the bright sun?" Zhu Qishan was indeed about to die. Every time he took a breath, it was like being cut by a knife, and his whole body was in constant pain. His eyes couldn't see clearly either.
Facing Huang Hu's attack, he sneered with contempt.
"Shua!" a sound. Zhu Qishan swung the sword in his hand and struck Huang Hu first.
A "touch" sound. Huang Hu frowned, it was so fast. Then he raised his arms and intercepted the sword. The broadswords of both sides collided in the air, and the handles made a dull sound.
Huang Hu's complexion changed drastically, he was so energetic.
Both of them used knives, but it was Guan Gong who used a big sword in front of the gate. Zhu Qishan fought fiercely forward, Huang Hu hurriedly parried, barely resisting ten moves, and was almost killed by Zhu Qishan.
"Save him quickly." Seeing this, Long Qie's eyebrows were beating like war drums and he shouted.
"Kill!!!!" After being rescued by Long Qie's soldiers and Huang Hu's soldiers, Huang Hu left the battlefield in embarrassment and returned to Long Qie's side. He breathed like an old cow and said: "General Long said That's right. The trapped beast is still fighting, I'm afraid Zhu Qishan is a bit stronger than usual now."
Just now Huang Hu did not say that Long Qi was timid, nor did Long Qi reciprocate the favor, nor did he laugh at Huang Hu for being reckless. He just said: "General Huang said that."
After his breathing calmed down, Huang Hu had a look of admiration on his face and said to Long Qie: "And out of ten thousand households like this, your Majesty has killed four of them today."
Long Qie was deeply convinced when he heard this, nodded gently, and said with sincere respect: "Your Majesty is really a god."
It is difficult for ordinary generals to fight against thousands of households in Meng Yuan.
Zhu Qishan was besieged by countless Han troops and killed countless people. The blood gradually dries up, and the soul gradually separates.
"Kill!!!!" At the last moment of his life, Zhu Qishan suddenly roared violently, raised the sword in his hand, galloped forward on his horse, killed two Han soldiers, and turned around and stabbed another to death. Han army.
"Kill!!!" The Han soldiers did not flinch, and more than ten infantry spears stabbed Zhu Qishan from all directions.
Zhu Qishan did not resist, he died first.
The corpse's eyes were wide open, standing firmly on the horse, majestic.
"Pfft, pfft."
More than ten infantry spears turned Zhu Qishan into a hedgehog. But except for a few people who were stabbed in places that were not protected by armor, the others did not break the armor.
Even the few who had their armor broken found that no blood flowed from the stabbing place.
Zhu Qishan's blood was almost drained.
"What a scary guy." More than a dozen Han soldiers looked at each other and thought to themselves. Then one of the Han soldiers was quick, let go of the infantry spear in his hand, pulled out his saber, and threw Zhu Qishan's body to the ground with a swoop, then took off Zhu Qishan's helmet and grabbed it with one hand. Holding Zhu Qishan's braid, he raised the steel knife with one hand and chopped off Zhu Qishan's head.
There was a "click". The hard bone caused a large gap to break open in the steel knife in the soldier's hand. But he threw away his beloved steel knife, held Zhu Qishan's head in both hands, and shouted: "I took off Wanhu's head."
When the other Han soldiers saw this, they were all envious and jealous.
If you act slowly, Wanhu's military exploits will be lost.
But they did not compete for credit, and the Han army had strict military discipline. If they kill each other, let alone military exploits, everyone will have to engage in military law.
With Zhu Qishan's death in battle, there were no more ten thousand households standing in the Mongolian and Yuan army formations.
All of them were sold out and their heads were chopped off.
The Meng Yuan soldiers in the formation collapsed, to the point of madness. They were afraid and fearful, but nourished by fear and fear, they attacked the Han army crazily.
"Don't throw your lives away blindly. They are crazy. Organize a military formation, cooperate with the archers, and kill them all." However, the Han army became more comfortable. The officers calmly commanded the soldiers and intercepted the Mongolian soldiers in an organized and step-by-step manner. Destroy the Mongolian soldiers.
Monkey Sun entered the belly of Princess Iron Fan.
This time it turned into thick water.
Soon after, among the siege of the Han army, there was no longer a single Mongolian and Yuan soldier standing. The Han soldiers did not pause at all and began to perform last-ditch attacks on the wounded.
Treat your own soldiers.
Wu Nian was riding on his horse, and the flag with the word "Han" beside him stood erect. He stared at the battlefield ahead, panting and feeling dizzy.
The wounds on his neck and hands were still bleeding, and the linen bandages turned red.
His blood was almost gone.
but.
Won.
This battle.
Although there are waves and dangers. But in the end, the Han army was victorious.
Almost all of the 110,000 warriors of the Meng Yuan Dynasty were wiped out.
One of the princes in charge of the Meng Yuan Dynasty and ten generals of ten thousand households were all found dead.
And these eleven thousand warriors, this large number of fierce generals, were almost half of the Meng Yuan army. All his efforts were accomplished in one battle.
Mongolian people.
You have today too.
Wu Nian smiled, from the bottom of his heart.
More than ten years of struggle have finally come to fruition.
Expelled the Tartars and recovered Liaodong.
Just today.
The threat that has always hovered over the Han people in Liaodong has dissipated, and the Mongolian Yuan rule in Liaodong has ended with my own hands.
Rejoice.
suddenly. A beam of light fell on Wu Nian's head. Wu Nian couldn't help but look up, and then couldn't stand the stimulation of the sun and squinted his eyes.
Countless Han soldiers also looked up at the sky.
Today there are thick clouds and heavy rain.
Now the rain has passed and the sky is clear.
The clouds and rain gradually dispersed.
The sun peeked out.
As the light fell, the fish scale armor on the Han army also became energetic and sparkled.
