"kill!"
"Come on!"
Looking at the scene in front of him, Alu Hui couldn't help but smile proudly.
The red scarf thief Zhu Yuanzhang on the opposite side was able to shoot arrows decisively to kill the Mongolian Han army, which surprised Alu Hui.
However, now that the Han army is rushing towards them like crazy, Alu Hui wants to see the real combat power of the Red Scarf Army.
"Send the order! Let the Ahema cavalry prepare to charge at any time!"
Alu Hui ordered.
Ahema is his Semu general, commanding a group of more than a thousand Semu cavalry from the Western Regions, all riding good horses from the Western Regions.
Once the Red Scarf Army's position falters, Ahema's Semu Cavalry will launch a charge, and Hardy, who is ambushed in the mountains and forests on both sides, will also charge closely behind.
Beep, beep, beep!
With three sharp whistles, the rebels were ready for battle.
The Mongolian, Yuan and Han troops rushing forward were all fierce and ferocious, as if they were crazy evil ghosts, while the rebel soldiers were all indifferent and calm, unmoved at all.
"kill!"
Following Zhu Yuanzhang's general order, Xu Da led the front army to fight against the Mongolian, Yuan and Han armies.
Under the instinct of fear, the Mongolian, Yuan and Han troops rushed to the front of the rebel formation.
However, facing a tight lineup, these young Han soldiers with no training and only instinct were unable to launch an attack.
They were brandishing swords and guns one by one, but they couldn't break through the rebel lineup at all.
"Dong dong dong!"
There was another burst of drums, and Zhu Yuanzhang gave the order for the front army to advance.
At this time, there must be no mercy at all.
Once these young and strong Han troops break up the rebel formation, the Mongolian cavalry in the distance will definitely attack them.
"Brothers, kill!"
Xu Da roared angrily and commanded the front army array to charge forward.
"kill!"
"kill!"
Following a burst of firm footsteps and shouts of killing, the rebel jungle of swords and guns strode forward, immediately causing a bloody storm.
Anyone who stands in the way will be ruthlessly cut down.
Under such a ruthless attack, the morale of the originally crazy Han soldiers suddenly dropped to the bottom.
They charged like crazy because they wanted to survive, to defeat the rebels and let them live, but they didn't really want to fight the rebels.
Now the rebels were merciless and killed the Han soldiers in the front row with blood. The remaining Han soldiers were frightened and fled.
"Don't run!"
The Mongolian cavalry behind them mercilessly killed the fleeing soldiers, but the strong men of the Han army in the back row all turned over and ran away, and killing the deserters had no effect.
When Saturday Jiu saw the rebels in front of him killing each of the Han soldiers with their swords, he was so frightened that he peed his pants.
Any thoughts of desperately seeking to survive have long since disappeared.
He turned over and ran back with the crowd, hoping to stay as far away from the ruthless rebels as possible.
"Ming Jin withdraws his troops!"
With the rapid defeat of the strong men of the Han army, Aruhui ordered a temporary withdrawal of troops without hesitation.
There are also skills in letting miscellaneous soldiers die.
It is simply impossible to kill all the soldiers in one fell swoop. Once their morale collapses completely, there is no way to regain control of them.
We must give them some buffer and use butcher's knives and inducements to restore their morale.
Amidst the sound of gold ringing, the Mongolian officers and soldiers began to gather the retreating Han soldiers.
After a lot of twists and turns, they finally resumed their formation on Saturday and September.
In the battle just now, the speed at which the Mongolian, Yuan, and Han armies collapsed was far beyond Zhu Yuanzhang's surprise.
Even Zhu Han did not expect that these Meng Yuan soldiers were so vulnerable.
"Brother, why didn't you pursue him just now?" Zhu Han asked.
Brother Zhu Yuanzhang pointed forward with his hand, "Look there!"
Zhu Han turned his head and looked around, only to see a large number of Mongolian cavalry watching them.
If the rebel army had taken advantage of the victory to pursue the defeated army, those Mongolian cavalry would have taken the opportunity to intercept and kill the rebel army.
The infantry without formation is definitely no match for the cavalry.
"Alas, there is still a shortage of cavalry!" Zhu Han felt regretful for a while.
Two hundred knights are enough for reconnaissance and small-scale battles, but in a battle involving tens of thousands of people, they are still too few.
At the very least, one or two thousand cavalry would be enough.
"We think those Tatar cavalry are pretty good, we must grab them!"
Zhu Yuanzhang said while holding the telescope.
Zhu Yuanzhang couldn't put it down for the 'thousand-mile mirror' in his hand. It was this telescope that allowed him to see clearly the appearance of the Meng Yuan cavalry on the opposite side.
"Brother, look!" Zhu Han suddenly said.
Brother Zhu Yuanzhang turned around and saw a row of people kneeling on the ground in front of the Mongolian, Yuan and Han army formations opposite.
It looked as if they wanted to execute deserters.
Under the scorching sun, two streaks of blood shot into the sky, and two human heads rolled to the ground.
Saturday Jiu stared blankly at the two heads, his heart already filled with fear.
These two heads are from the Han army's hundred households and team leaders on Saturday and September.
A Mongolian cavalryman who was supervising the execution pointed at the two heads with his hand and shouted loudly.
"This is what happens to deserters!"
"Crush again. If we don't defeat those thieves, there will only be death!"
Under the supervision of the ferocious Mongolian army, the strong men of the Han army such as Saturday Nine felt that they were forced to a dead end.
If they want to survive, they feel there is no other way out except fighting the red scarf thief in front of them.
Saturday Jiu's heart has already been numbed by fear. He only hopes that the Mongolian army will win quickly so that he can go home. The poor two children do not know what kind of suffering they have suffered.
Saturday Jiu raised his eyes and saw that the red scarf army on the opposite side was neat and tidy. Except for the many flags fluttering in the wind, all the red scarf soldiers were motionless, like rocks.
He couldn't help but secretly thought: You red scarf thieves, why are you coming to Chuzhou? Why not stay in Dingyuan? If you hadn't come, the officers and soldiers wouldn't have gone out to fight, and my mother-in-law wouldn't have died! You guys, run away, go home and farm the land, why are you rebelling?
Woohoo!
At this time, with the sound of horns.
Aruhui issued another order for the Han army to continue charging into the formation.
Under the escort of the Mongolian supervisory cavalry, the strong Han troops in three formations began to move forward again.
The crossbow arrows of the Red Scarf Army fell like locusts again, harvesting the lives of groups of people.
The strong men of the Han army beside Saturday Jiu fell down one by one. His mind went blank and he rushed forward numbly.
The Mongolian supervisory cavalry behind the strong men of the Han army forced the strong men of the Han army who were hit by arrows to continue charging, while trampling their horses on the corpses on the ground. From time to time, the Han soldiers who were pretending to be dead let out tragic wails.
With the immovable Red Turban Army in front and the ferocious Mongols behind them, these Han soldiers seemed destined to die.
Zhu Han could clearly see the miserable scene ahead.
He frowned and didn't say a word, but Hu Yiba, the engineer supervisor next to him, couldn't help but sigh.
