Daming: Brother, there is no future for monks, let's rebel

Chapter 71 Semuren Cavalry!
"These people are really hateful. Since you have the guts to go to the battle, why don't you fight those Tartar soldiers!"

Zhu Han still didn't speak, but Chen Baodao beside him spoke.

"Hehe, these Han soldiers of the Tartars are not brave, but they are stunned by intimidation. Whatever the Tartars tell them to do, they will do whatever they want. They will not be slowed down until they die."

As a member of the Meng Yuan army, Chen Baodao's words are naturally very reasonable.

"We are also Han Chinese, but our Red Turban Army is a very good man, unlike them who are a bunch of trash!" Hu Yiba said proudly.

The current Hu Yiba is no longer the tomb robber he used to be, but a prominent figure in the Red Scarf Army. Anyone who sees him, an ordinary sergeant will have to shout "Hu Guan Squad".

"Cut! You bastard, it's not the time to cry and refuse to join the gang!" Zhu Han laughed.

"The villain was confused at the beginning, hehe!" Hu Yiba blushed.

Zhu Han also ignored him, and focused on the battle ahead.

Now the Mongols send the Han army up to die, which is considered an appetizer, and the real battle has to wait until the Mongols end in person.

As Zhu Han expected, under the coercion of Mongolia, although these strong men of the Han army rushed to the front of the Red Turban Army, once the real battle started, their combat effectiveness was very low.

There is neither training, nor sufficient rations, nor sophisticated weapons and armor.

These strong men of the Han army had just fought, and they were immediately killed and wounded.

On Saturday Jiuzhi felt that there were dangling spears and swords in front of his eyes, and crossbow arrows were shot from the Red Turban Army from time to time.

The strong men of the Han army around him fell one by one.

And the Mongols behind them continued to shout and attack.

The soldiers of the Red Turban Army mercilessly killed all the enemies in front of them, and the strong Han army soon couldn't hold on anymore.

It only takes one charge, and they will be completely collapsed.

Zhu Yuanzhang looked at everything in front of him, but did not issue an order to fight back.

"Brother, shouldn't it be time to fight back and defeat them?" Zhu Han couldn't help asking.

The elder brother Zhu Yuanzhang frowned slightly, pointed to the front and said.

"It's still a bit early, the Han army in the back row has not collapsed yet, if we force them back, the Tartars can still continue to gather the rout troops, we have to kill more, only if they are completely scared, will they ignore it Run for your life, when the time comes, the Tartars will never try to capture them again."

Upon hearing this, Zhu Han nodded in agreement.

The old brother Zhu Yuanzhang's words are very reasonable. Killing more Han troops now will make them unable to continue fighting, and will also allow more Han soldiers to have a chance to escape.

After all, when there is no way to gather routs, the Mongols will not do more useless work. If they shake their positions in order to gather routs, the Red Scarf Army can attack them in one go.

With the sound of trumpets and drums, the fierce battle continued.

More and more strong men of the Han army fell on the front line, and finally no one could bear the threat of death.

"Failed!"

"Run!"

"Failed!"

There was a desperate cry from the Han army, these persecuted strong men, under the threat of death, completely ignored the Mongolian war team.

No matter how the Mongolian cavalry in charge of the formation hacked and killed the deserters, everyone fled to both sides regardless.

When the Mongolian Central Army sounded the order to withdraw troops, these Han soldiers did not obey the order, but fled to the mountains and forests on both sides more quickly.

Saturday Jiu threw away his long gun and followed the crowd to escape desperately.

A Mongolian cavalryman in front swung a knife to kill the rout soldiers beside him, and Saturday Nine hurriedly walked around with his waist down.

There is a small river next to the battlefield, and through the river is a dense forest.

Saturday Nine knew that he could escape this terrible battlefield by fleeing into the woods.

The orders in the Mongolian army sounded one after another, but it was impossible to gather these frightened soldiers.

Seeing this, Alu Hui was furious.

"Useless Southerners, just two rounds of fighting, and they are already defeated!"

Aluhui was very annoyed at the behavior of the strong men of the Han army who refused to continue to die.

After two battles, almost no results were achieved, and the lineup of the Red Turban Army was not shaken at all.

If it was an ordinary rebel, he couldn't help chasing and killing the defeated soldiers, which caused him to be in chaos.

"My lord, these red scarf thieves are unusual, we'd better be cautious!"

A Semu general next to him said.

This person is Ahema, the general under Aluhui.

Hearing Ahema's words, Aluhui became even more angry.

"These red scarf thieves are so arrogant, I must kill them!"

After he finished speaking, he gave orders to Ahema.

"Ahma!"

"The end is here!"

"I'll give you five thousand armored troops, and I'll charge and beat them. I must let these thieves know how powerful the Great Mongolia is!" Aluhui shouted.

When Ahema heard this, although he was reluctant in his heart, he had no choice but to accept the order.

"The last will obey!"

As Ahema began to gather soldiers and horses to prepare for formation, Alu Hui also sent someone to his younger brother Hardy who was lying in ambush, and asked him to fight again when Ahema disrupted the formation of the Red Scarf Army.

Woohoo!

Another burst of horns sounded, and Zhu Han saw another wave of soldiers and horses sent by the Mongolian Yuan army ahead.

"Brother, these soldiers and horses look quite decent." Zhu Han said.

The Mongolian Yuan soldiers and horses that went out this time are all well-equipped, and the iron armor shining with cold light shines brightly under the eyes.

Looking from a distance, it has a somewhat frightening aura.

"So many armors!" Zhu Yuanzhang showed envy.

The armor of the rebel army is only [-]%, and most soldiers lack complete armor.

"At least 5000 people are needed!" Zhu Han also said.

"There are so many armored Tartars, it's hard to deal with. We're going to the front army to personally supervise the battle, and the rear army will be handed over to you. Be careful!" said the elder brother Zhu Yuanzhang.

Zhu Han nodded, "Don't worry, I'm here!"

Five thousand armored infantry is almost a force capable of destroying everything.

In the Mongolian Yuanzhong Army that has not yet fought, I am afraid that there will still be many armored soldiers.

If the rebel army is unfavorable in fighting these armored Tartars, then the Mongolian Yuan soldiers and horses behind will pounce on them like mad dogs.

Thinking of this, Zhu Han turned his head and glanced at the mountains and forests on both sides.

"A flock of frightened birds can't fly away, there must be a large number of people hiding inside!"

Zhu Han was very sure that the Mongolian Yuan army must have set up ambushes in the mountains and forests.

As long as the rebel army shows a slight decline, there will inevitably be ambushes on both sides.

"Lord, look!"

Suddenly, Hu Yiba next to him shouted loudly.

Zhu Han looked up and saw that the Mongolian Yuan armored soldiers in front had already launched a charge.

These Mongolian Jia soldiers were very powerful. They used their iron armor and shields to block the shots of the crossbowmen of the rebel army.

The stragglers on both sides had no chance to make a surprise attack at all, and they all retreated to the rear of the formation of the rebels.

(End of this chapter)