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

Chapter 72 The Burning Poisonous Fire!
Behind these Mongolian Yuanjia soldiers, there is a cavalry of more than 2000 people following far away, just outside the range of the crossbow.

Zhu Han knew that they were ready to attack the weakness of the rebel army at any time.

"Hu Yiba, go and get all the rum jars!" Zhu Han said loudly.

"Obey, my lord!" Hu Yiba immediately turned over and left.

The liqueur jug, the secret weapon for distilling spirits mixed with cane sugar.

Although the price is a bit expensive, after all spirits and sucrose are very expensive things, but their mixed burning effect is indeed very good.

This time, Zhu Han specially made a batch of jars to hold this 'sweet wine'.

Soon, Hu Yiba brought all the cans of rum.

There are probably more than 100 fist-sized liqueur jars.

If it is larger, it will not be conducive to throwing, and if it leaks, it will not cause too much threat.

At this moment, there were dull sounds of collision and fighting coming from the front.

Zhu Han knew that the real battle between the rebel army and the Mongolian Yuan army had begun.

kill!

kill!
With roars, the elites of both sides started fighting in the front row.

All kinds of spears and swords come and go, reaping the lives of each other's soldiers.

This Mongolian infantry is composed of Mongols and Semu people. They have lived in the Jiangbei area of ​​Henan Province as Mongolian Daluhuachi soldiers for generations. They have been practicing martial arts since they were young. elite.

On the Rebel Army's side, except for the [-] Longxing Army who could match it, most of the remaining troops were barely ready.

Short-term training is simply not enough to make up for the difference in combat power between the two sides.

Soon, there were several vacillations on the front of the rebel army.

If it weren't for the chief general Zhu Yuanzhang personally supervising the battle in the former army, there might have been a rout.

Not only Zhu Han saw such a scene, but Aluhui in the distance had already seen it.

"Haha, these thieves! I thought they were capable, but it turned out to be nothing more than that. Five thousand armored soldiers have already made them like this. It seems that it's time for the whole army to attack!"

Aru smiled smugly.

Immediately, he gave an order, and all the Mongolian Yuan soldiers and horses in Qingyuan Town began to line up, ready to press the whole army.

Aluhui's younger brother, Hardy, led [-] soldiers to ambush outside. This time, he only left [-] soldiers to garrison the camp of Qingyuan Town, and the other [-] soldiers were all sent out to attack the Red Scarf Army formation.

As the battle became more and more intense, the Mongolian Yuan vanguard soldiers began to gain a firm foothold gradually. They nibbled away at the front of the rebels and began to open gaps for the follow-up military support.

Zhu Yuanzhang saw the changes in the front of the rebel army and was anxious in his heart.

"Don't retreat, kill with us!"

With a roar, Zhu Yuanzhang led his own soldiers and began to fight in person.

Encouraged by the general, the rebel army barely held on.

However, the gap in combat power between the two sides may not last long.

Seeing this, Zhou Dexing, who was next to Zhu Han, was immediately sweating profusely.

"Qiwu, hurry up and send troops to support!"

Zhou Dexing blurted out anxiously.

But Zhu Han didn't agree, "The rear army can't move, the Tartars must still have ambushes, not to mention that more troops behind the Tartars have not come up yet, if we press the rear army now, then we will have no reserve team. If the war changes again, it will be over."

When Zhou Dexing heard it, he knew that what Zhu Han said was reasonable, but he didn't alleviate the anxiety in his heart at all.

They are old brothers who started troubles with brother Zhu Yuanzhang, and they have a life-and-death friendship.

"Then what should we do!?" Zhou Dexing asked hastily.

"Hu Yiba!" Zhu Han shouted loudly.

"My lord, the last general is here!" Hu Yiba responded hastily.

Zhu Han rode on the horse, pointed to several positions on the front line, and ordered loudly.

"Take the engineering team and smash these 'rum jars' on the heads of the tartars!"

The positions he pointed to were the places where Meng Yuanjia soldiers fought the hardest.

Only by giving them a head-on blow can the pressure on the rebel front be relieved.

Zhou Dexing had seen the power of these 'rum jars' before, and he was very itchy in his heart.

"Brother, let me go too, and burn those dog tartars to death!" Zhou Dexing begged in a low voice.

Zhu Han did not intend to agree at all.

"Brother Zhou, these rum jars are very dangerous. Hu Yiba and the others have been trained not to throw them on their own heads. If you make a mistake, then you will be cheating 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 'rum jar' to enjoy the power.

On the front line of the rebel army, Zhu Yuanzhang slashed and killed the Mongolian Yuanjia soldiers who rushed in. The saber that was originally inlaid with gems was thrown away because of the gap.

"kill!"

Zhu Yuanzhang stabbed to death another Mongolian Yuan soldier who broke into the battle.

The soldiers behind him hurriedly held up their shields to block him, blocking a fatal stab for him.

"Shouldn't the rear army press on?"

Zhu Yuanzhang retreated to the rear of the battle line, panting heavily, thinking.

The rear army is the reserve team. Once they are all on top, not only will their backs be unable to guard against sudden enemy situations, but they will also lose the initiative if the battle goes unfavorable.

However, the fighting on the front has gradually exposed the problems of the rebels, and more Tartar soldiers in the distance are ready to move. If these Tartar soldiers are not quickly repelled, the enemy will be overwhelmed by the entire army.

At that time... is the real danger.

Just when Zhu Yuanzhang was planning to send someone to notify Zhu Han and ask him to send the rear army to suppress him.

suddenly.

There were panicked screams in the Mengyuan formation not far away.

Immediately afterwards, a violent orange flame exploded among the Mongolian Yuan soldiers.

The Mongolian and Yuan soldiers in the dense array were killed and injured immediately.

Many people were covered in intense flames and smelled of burnt flesh.

A smell of barbecue wafted across the battlefield.

"what's the situation!?"

Zhu Yuanzhang was surprised and delighted when he saw this.

The rebel soldiers were also greatly encouraged and cheered one after another.

This is just the beginning, and then more and more deflagration flames exploded in the Mongolian element array.

The terrible flames can not only burn violently, but also stick to the body and it is difficult to get rid of them. All the Mongolian Yuan soldiers who are burned have no other way to extinguish the fire except for taking off their armor in horror.

The flames on some Mongolian Yuan soldiers were extremely fierce, and they couldn't take off their armor quickly, so they had to throw away their weapons and roll and struggle on the ground, trying to suppress the flames on their bodies.

As a result, the Mongolian Yuan battle line, which was originally neatly arrayed, suddenly became chaotic.

(End of this chapter)