When the rest of the Yuan army saw this, their hands and feet were numb with fear.
"Kill!"
Chen Baodao, who had been on standby for a long time, saw this and immediately led the elite soldiers of the Selected Front Battalion to take the lead in the charge, followed immediately by the rebel soldiers on the front.
The battle line that was shaky just now was turned around in an instant.
The morale of the rebels was greatly boosted, and they killed the Yuan army in front of them and screamed in agony.
"Walk!"
Seeing this, Zhu Han quickly moved to the other side with his artillery. After Chen Baodao's forward selection camp opened up the situation, they also followed closely behind.
boom! !
boom!
On the anxious front, the roar of artillery sounded from time to time.
Such a light and powerful artillery is the nemesis of all dense array infantry.
The momentum of the Yuan army's offensive was almost stopped by Zhu Han's use of artillery.
Even the fresh troops of the Yuan army who rushed out from the mountains and forests on both sides did not survive two rounds of artillery bombardment.
boom!
boom! !
Two rounds of shotgun fire instantly killed and injured all the most elite Yuan soldiers in the front, and the remaining Yuan soldiers took cover upon seeing this.
"Trash! Don't run away!"
Hardy, the general of the Yuan army, was furious when he saw this.
As the younger brother of Zhongcheng Aruhui, Hardy wanted to be known as a coward and a deserter.
He worked hard to boost morale and led the elite Yuan army to desperately attack the flanks of the rebels.
Zhu Han soon set his sights on this extremely tenacious and fierce Yuan army general.
"Hu Yiba!" Zhu Han shouted.
"Sir!" Hu Yiba rushed over quickly.
Zhu Han pointed his finger at the Yuan general in front of him, "That Tatar is very arrogant, give him a shot!"
Hu Yiba took a look and saw that he was within shooting distance of the shotgun. He just needed to raise the shooting angle and he should be able to hit.
"As you command!"
Hu Yiba quickly directed the gunner to load, and then shook the screw desperately to raise the muzzle angle.
After confirming the distance, Hu Yiba immediately lit the fuse.
After a burst of white smoke.
boom!
There was a sound of artillery, and hundreds of shotguns shot straight away.
Hardy, who was screaming and fighting, felt as if several sledgehammers had hit him, causing him to fall backwards, followed by another burst of pain.
Hardy only felt a sharp pain in his legs, stomach and chest, and he also lost feeling in one arm.
He wanted to struggle to get up, but as soon as he closed his eyes, he was instantly dead.
As soon as Hardy died, the Yuan army on the flanks suddenly fell into chaos. They originally wanted to attack the flanks of the Red Scarf Army, but now they were barely holding on.
After a cannon shot, Hardy and his generals disappeared into the chaos.
When Alu Hui saw it from a distance, he was immediately frightened!
"Hardy!!"
"The red scarf thief is here to die!"
Aluhui knew that his brother Hardy was in trouble, and he immediately became furious.
He drew his scimitar and prepared to lead his army to attack.
"Ahhema, rush with me and crush these red scarf thieves!"
Alu Hui shouted and led the Yuan army cavalry to charge forward.
As the horns of the Yuan army sounded, the infantry in front moved out of the way to facilitate the charge of these cavalry.
The galloping horse hooves shook the ground, and the already chaotic rebel line was about to face the fatal charge of the Yuan army's cavalry.
Everyone hurriedly retreated into formation. Any single fight in front of the cavalry was an act of death.
Even so, the rebels were still full of panic.
The momentum of the charge of thousands of cavalry can be described as earth-shaking and coercive.
suddenly!
Just as the rebel soldiers were feeling uneasy, a burst of cheers came from the array.
"Marshal Wan Sheng!"
"Long live!"
Amid the cheers, Zhu Yuanzhang rode on his horse and waved his sword to boost morale.
Zhu Yuanzhang looked calm and shouted loudly.
"The Tatars' archery skills are so bad that they only hit my mount!"
Many rebel soldiers originally thought that Marshal Zhu Yuanzhang had really been shot, and they were all full of fear. Now that they saw Zhu Yuanzhang appeared intact, all their doubts disappeared, and the morale of the rebel soldiers was even higher.
"kill!"
As the rebel soldiers roared, all kinds of spears and rifles were set up diagonally in front of the array.
In front of a jungle of spears, no matter how fierce the Mongolian cavalry was, they would not dare to rush into it and die.
Seeing that there was no chance to take advantage of him, Alu Hui led his cavalry to fire a round of feather arrows in a hurry, then rushed diagonally towards the flank.
"Marshal, the Tatars have no more moves, it's our turn!" Seeing this, Xu Da immediately said to Zhu Yuanzhang.
Behind Zhu Yuanzhang, two spears were fixed on the saddle, otherwise he would not be able to maintain his balance. The severe pain did not make him lose his mind.
He observed the battle situation and knew that Xu Da was right.
The Tatars' final cavalry charge was ineffective, indicating that they no longer had the confidence to win.
In addition, Zhu Han used artillery to specifically bombard the strongest part of the Tatar soldiers, which had already greatly reduced their morale.
Now all it takes is a strong counterattack to counter the Tatars.
"Xuda, it's time to fight!"
Zhu Yuanzhang gave the order.
"I will obey your orders!"
Xu Da said excitedly, clasping his fists.
As the most elite cavalry and Longxing pro-army of the rebel army, Xu Da led this force like a tiger down the mountain and instantly broke up the Yuan army's line.
The chaotic Yuan army was unable to reorganize its counterattack and could only allow the battle to collapse.
Even if there are a few brave generals organizing a counterattack, the artillery commanded by Zhu Han will immediately appear and bombard the dense array.
The flesh and blood of the Yuan army was no match for the artillery. After several struggles, no one in the Yuan army dared to fight back.
"Failed!"
"Run!"
"Run for your life!"
Amid panicked screams, the Meng Yuan infantry was completely defeated.
Aru Hui led the Mongolian cavalry to fight on the flanks, preparing to circle back and attack the Red Turban Army, but suddenly saw a huge rout in front of them.
"Failed?"
Alu Hui was not willing to accept this fact at all.
He still has more than 3,000 Mongolian and Semu cavalry in his hands, how can he say that he has been defeated.
"Ahema!" Aru Hui roared, preparing to let Ahema lead his army to attack the flanks of the red scarf thieves desperately, maybe he could save the defeat.
However, Ahema, who was always obedient, refused this order.
"Sir, the morale of the rebel army has greatly increased, and they have those deadly big guns. We can no longer fight. It is best to return to Chuzhou and rely on the city!"
Aru Hui was about to yell and scold, but when he turned around, he saw that all the soldiers had expressions similar to Ah Hema's.
He knew that he had really lost this battle.
"Sir, if you don't leave, it will be too late!"
Ahema pointed into the distance and shouted.
Aruhui looked up and saw that an elite group of Red Scarf Army soldiers had penetrated the array of defeated Yuan troops and rushed straight into Qingyuan Town.
Once the Red Scarf Army occupied Qingyuan Town, Alu Hui and his three thousand cavalry would not be able to escape and would have to go into the ravines.
In the ravine, there is no food and baggage, and walking for two or three days is a dead end.
Seeing this, Alu Hui could only grit his teeth and order.
