Behind these Mongolian soldiers, there was a cavalry of more than 2,000 people following from a distance, just outside the range of the crossbow.
Zhu Han knew that they were ready to attack the weak points of the rebel army at any time.
"Hu Yiba, go get all the sweet wine cans!" Zhu Han said loudly.
"Yes, sir!" Hu Yiba immediately turned over and left.
The liqueur tank is the secret weapon where spirits are distilled and mixed with cane sugar.
Although the price is indeed a bit expensive, after all, spirits and cane sugar are very expensive things, but the effect of their mixed combustion is indeed very good.
Zhu Han also specially made a batch of jars this time to contain this 'sweet wine'.
Soon, Hu Yiba took all the sweet wine cans over.
There were probably more than a hundred fist-sized rum jars.
If it were larger, it would not be conducive to throwing, and if it leaked, it would not pose too much of a threat.
At this moment, dull collisions and fighting sounds came from the front.
Zhu Han knew that the real battle between the rebel army and the Meng Yuan army had begun.
kill!
Kill!
With roars one after another, the elites of both sides started fighting in the front row.
Various spears and swords came and went, harvesting the lives of each other's soldiers.
This Mongolian infantry is composed of Mongolians and Semu people. They have lived in the Jiangbei area of Henan Province for generations as Mongolian Daru Hua Chi soldiers and horses. They have practiced martial arts with good food and drink since they were young. It can be said that they are real Elite.
On the rebel side, except for the three thousand dragons who could compete with them, most of the remaining troops were barely there.
A short period of training is simply not enough to make up for the difference in combat power between the two sides.
Soon, there were several waverings on the rebel front.
If it weren't for the commander-in-chief Zhu Yuanzhang personally supervising the battle in the front army, there might have been a retreat.
Not only Zhu Han saw this scene, but Alu Hui in the distance had also seen it.
"Haha, these thieves! I thought they were so capable, but it turns out they are just that. Five thousand armored soldiers have already made them do this. It seems it's time for the whole army to attack!"
Aruhui smiled proudly.
Immediately, he gave an order, and all the Meng Yuan soldiers and horses in Qingyuan Town began to form formations, preparing to attack with the entire army.
Aluhui's younger brother Hardy led five thousand troops to ambush in the periphery. This time he only left three thousand troops to garrison the Qingyuan Town camp, while the other seven thousand troops were sent out to attack the Red Turban Army formation.
As the battle became more intense, the Mongolian and Yuan vanguard soldiers began to gradually gain a firm foothold. They gradually eroded the rebel front and began to open gaps for subsequent military support.
Zhu Yuanzhang saw the changes in the rebel front and was anxious in his heart.
"Don't retreat, come and kill with us!"
Zhu Yuanzhang roared and led his troops to start fighting in person.
Encouraged by the general, the rebels barely held on.
But the gap in combat power between the two sides may not last long.
When Zhou Dexing, who was next to Zhu Han, saw this, he immediately started to sweat profusely.
"Qiwu, send troops to support quickly!"
Zhou Dexing blurted out anxiously.
Zhu Han did not agree, "The rear army cannot move. The Tatars must still have an ambush. What's more, more troops behind the Tatars have not come up yet. If the rear army is pressed up now, then we will have no reserve. Once If the war changes again, it will be over."
When Zhou Dexing heard this, he knew that what Zhu Han said made sense, but it did not alleviate the anxiety in his heart at all.
They were old brothers who worked together with Brother Zhu Yuanzhang, and they had a life-and-death friendship.
"Then what should we do!?" Zhou Dexing asked quickly.
"Hu Yiba!" Zhu Han shouted loudly.
"Sir, the general is here!" Hu Yiba responded quickly.
Zhu Han rode on his horse, pointed at several positions on the front line with his hand, and gave orders loudly.
"Take the engineering team and smash these 'sweet wine cans' on the Tartars' heads!"
The positions he pointed at were the places where Meng Yuan's soldiers fought the hardest.
Only by giving them a head-on attack can the pressure on the rebel front be relieved.
Zhou Dexing had seen the power of these 'sweet wine jars' and felt very itchy in his heart.
"Brother, let me go too and take care of those dog Tatars to be burned to death!" Zhou Dexing begged in a low voice.
Zhu Han, however, had no intention of agreeing.
"Brother Zhou, these sweet wine cans are very dangerous. Hu Yiba and the others have been trained not to throw them on our own people. If you make a mistake, you will be a trap for us!" Zhu Han said firmly.
Zhou Dexing is full of interest in all powerful weapons.
After hearing this answer, Zhou Dexing felt very regretful. He could only stretch his neck and stare at Hu Yiba's figure, intending to take a closer look at the 'sweet wine jar' to enjoy its power.
On the rebel front, Zhu Yuanzhang struggled to kill the Meng Yuanjia soldiers who rushed in. The sword originally inlaid with gems was thrown away because of the gap.
"kill!"
Zhu Yuanzhang stabbed to death another Mongolian soldier who broke into the formation.
The soldiers behind him quickly raised their shields in front of him and blocked a fatal stab for him.
"Should we let the rear troops press on?"
Zhu Yuanzhang retreated to the rear of the battle line, breathing heavily and thinking.
The rear army is a reserve force. Once it is fully pressed, not only will the rear be unable to prepare for sudden enemy situations, but also the initiative will be lost if the war goes unfavorably.
However, the fighting on the front has gradually exposed the problems of the rebels. More Tatar soldiers and horses in the distance are also ready to move. If these Tatar soldiers are not quickly repulsed, the enemy will press the entire army.
That's when...it's really dangerous.
Just when Zhu Yuanzhang was about to send someone to notify Zhu Han and ask him to send his rear troops to press him.
suddenly.
A panicked scream rang out from the Meng Yuan formation not far away.
Immediately afterwards, a fierce orange flame exploded among the Mongolian soldiers.
The closely arrayed Mongolian and Yuan soldiers suddenly suffered large casualties.
Many people's bodies were burning with intense flames, giving off the smell of burnt flesh.
The smell of barbecue wafted over the battlefield.
"what's the situation!?"
Zhu Yuanzhang was surprised and happy when he saw this.
The rebel soldiers were also greatly encouraged and cheered one after another.
This was just the beginning, and more and more deflagration flames exploded in the Meng Yuan array.
The terrible flames can not only burn violently, but also stick to the body and are difficult to shake off. All the burned Mongolian soldiers took off their armor in horror, and there was no other way to put out the fire.
The flames on some Mongolian soldiers were extremely intense, and they could not take off their armor quickly. They had to throw away their weapons and roll on the ground struggling, trying to extinguish the flames on their bodies.
As a result, the Mongolian and Yuan fronts, which were originally neatly arrayed, suddenly fell into chaos.
