The sky is brightening slightly, the cold wind is blowing, and there is a slight chill.
Spring morning is the best time to have sweet sleep. Even the soldiers who were keeping vigil at night, after a night of suffering, curled up and fell asleep, breathing heavily.
Zhu Chongba chose a time when the enemy was most lax and launched an offensive.
It was already daylight at this time, and we could see the direction clearly without scurrying around like headless flies. At the level of the Haozhou Red Scarf, we had not yet organized an effective night attack.
It has to be said that Zhu Chongba chose the best time to exploit his strengths and avoid his weaknesses.
All the soldiers who went out to fight were only half full, and then they grabbed their weapons and got ready for battle.
Suddenly, war drums beat, the city gates opened, and the drawbridge fell.
Zhu Chongba was the first to rush out.
Horses, armor, and swords.
Flags, drums and horns, shocking.
Zhu Chongba is like a thunderbolt. It turns out that when he rushes into battle to kill enemies, he is also at the top level. He is no weaker than a famous general in the world. Although he is still the captain of the ninth army, he is so majestic and majestic, how can it be ordinary!
Tang He and Fei Ju followed Zhu Chongba from left to right, like the two generals Heng Ha, protecting Old Zhu. Behind them were three thousand Huaixi men, each with angry eyebrows and running wildly.
He rushed towards the panicked Yuan army's position.
The earth, which had been silent for a long time, began to boil at this moment.
Zhang Ximeng mingled among the people and could only watch from a distance, but his heart also followed him.
Maybe there really is a destiny somewhere!
The Mongols originated in the desert, and Temujin was just a down-and-out nobleman, but luck came to him. All of his men were war gods, and his sons were more fierce than the last. Even his grandson was invincible.
From a small tribe on the grassland, it swept across the Eurasian continent, and everyone in the east and west was shrouded in the Mongolian cavalry.
Counting forward, the Wanyan tribe was also like this. A lot of war gods emerged and took over half of the country.
With the rise of every king, there will be a bunch of generals and assistants, the famous generals of the Guanlong Group, the Cao clan of Emperor Wu of Wei, the Nanyang Twenty-eight Stars of the Great Magister... Now this fortune has fallen in Huaixi,
Another group of generals is about to rise.
Although most of them have not yet had time to participate in this battle, as the commander-in-chief of this group of people, Zhu Chongba moves forward unwaveringly and with great momentum, which also gives people some clues.
Lao Zhu himself is the most powerful general and marshal of this era!
Why are people like Xu Da and Chang Yuchun willing to be loyal to Lao Zhu wholeheartedly? The reason is very simple, because Zhu Chongba is more powerful than them!
The Red Turban Army came like a tidal wave, shaking the heaven and the earth.
Yuan Jun, who had not yet fully awakened from his sleep, was in a panic and became a mess.
Zhu Chongba rushed to the front of the Yuan army's camp in an instant.
He found that the trench in front of Yuan Bing's camp was not very wide, so he subconsciously urged his horse, and... he passed!
That's right, the Haozhou Red Scarf didn't clean the moat, and the Yuan army didn't dig a trench wide enough or deep enough. This matching mechanism is really amazing.
Scattered arrows were fired from the Yuan army camp, which could not threaten Zhu Chongba at all. He rushed to the camp gate in one breath and killed several Yuan soldiers who had no time to escape. His sword was stained with blood.
At this time, Tang He and Fei Ju had already caught up. Fei Ju first threw his flying claws and grabbed half of the camp door. Several more soldiers started to pull the camp door aside forcefully.
Zhu Chongba rushed in immediately. He swung the long knife in his hand with great force. One after another Yuan soldiers fell in front of Lao Zhu.
He led his men and horses in a rampage, destroying most of the Yuan army's outer camps. Then he lit a fire, which frightened the Yuan soldiers inside and did not dare to fight.
Zhu Chongba braved the fireworks and charged towards the core camp of the Yuan army!
Standing at the top of Haozhou City, you can see that Zhu Chongba and his men were like a magic sword, cutting a huge hole in the Yuan army camp, as if they were entering an uninhabited land.
The shouts of the Red Scarf Army were earth-shattering and overwhelming.
Needless to say, even a fool knows that the fighter plane is coming.
Peng Da's face was red, he looked up to the sky and laughed, raised the mace in his hand, turned around and shouted, "Young men, follow me and rush out!"
The soldier responded with a strange scream, unable to hold himself back for a long time.
The war drums at the top of the city were like thunder, and these men and horses, composed of Xuzhou's defeated troops, finally had the opportunity to take revenge.
Peng Zaozhu was even more excited than his father, "Old man, just watch from behind. The kid has experience, so let the kid come first!"
As he said that, he didn't even wait for his father and went out to kill him... Peng rolled his eyes in anger, "What a bastard, your father is not old yet!" He hurriedly urged his war horse and followed him out.
The soldiers were not to be outdone and went out in a chaotic manner.
The Peng family father and son were not only brave, but also had many soldiers.
They followed Zhu Chongba and entered the Yuan army camp. Then the army divided into two wings and swept towards both sides.
If Zhu Chongba opened a door, then the Peng family and his sons opened a wall.
They chased the Yuan soldiers and killed them wildly, setting fires everywhere. Thick smoke billowed in the camp. The Yuan soldiers who had reluctantly gathered to stop Zhu Chongba were all attracted by the Peng family and his sons.
Lao Zhu still struggled forward, aiming firmly towards the Chinese army's commander's account.
The Yuan army came in a hurry. They didn't even have time to put on their armor, so how could they stop Zhu Chongba? In this way, they were getting closer and closer to the Chinese army.
At this time, in the Chinese army tent, Jia Lu reluctantly sat up with the help of others. His face was pale and he was coughing. In this state, he was obviously unable to command the troops.
Next to Jia Lu, it was Lu Anmin who was scolded to the point of losing half his life.
He has recovered a lot during this time, at least his back can be straightened.
But seeing Mr. Jia collapse, his heart was in a state of confusion and he was restless.
"Sir, this gang, these red scarf thieves are really, really powerful!" He held it in for a long time and only said these words in frustration. You can imagine the fear in his heart.
Jia Lu did not blame him, but whispered: "Is there any wine?"
"Wine?" Lu Anmin was confused. Does he still have time to drink at this time?
Jia Lu urged: "Hurry up, go get it!"
Lu Anmin responded and turned around to look for him, but the shouts of death outside were so shocking that his hands and feet trembled in fright and he almost spilled his wine.
It took a lot of effort to pour a glass for Jia Lu.
Mr. Jia reluctantly grabbed the wine glass and wanted to drink it, but suddenly said: "What? Didn't you pour yourself a glass?"
Lu Anmin cried. He was not in the mood to drink, but he couldn't refuse the boss's order, so he had to pour himself a glass, but because his hands were shaking, he spilled more.
Jia Lu saw it and just sighed slightly.
"Drink. From now on, you and I are both dead. Even if there is a cemetery and we won't be exposed in the wilderness, no one will give us a drink. Come, let's have a drink!"
Lu Anmin understood clearly. This was not drinking. It was clearly a sacrifice to two dead ghosts!
He quit, was put down, and hurriedly begged: "Sir, we still have so many troops, please think of a way!"
Jia Lu smiled bitterly and shook his head, pulled away Lu Anmin's hand, raised his head, drank the wine, coughed twice, and then said helplessly: "What else can be done? Hundreds of thousands of people have collapsed. Even if they run out, the court will not be able to do anything."
They won't let us go. The Red Scarf Army won't be polite to us. It's better to die. Maybe the court can still count us as loyal ministers and our families can receive pensions. But the court doesn't know how long it can survive."
When Jia Lu said this, he lowered his head, coughed, and tears welled up in his eyes.
He worked as an official for half his life, devoted himself to building rivers, was honest and self-sufficient, and never did anything wrong... Only in his later years, when he was ordered to suppress bandits, he ruined his reputation throughout his life, and maybe not only in this life.
Needless to say, Jia Lu's sorrow is undeniable.
Lu Anmin looked at this person stupidly. He was frightened and felt bad all over.
At Jia Lu's age, he can accept his fate, but Lu Anmin doesn't want it to be over just yet.
He wanted to live, at least he couldn't die like this.
Suddenly, Lu Anmin stood up suddenly and rushed outside the tent. As soon as he opened the cowhide curtain, he heard the cry of killing, and an arrow flew over his head, almost hitting him.
Lu Anmin was stunned for a moment, turned around quickly, pissed himself, and fled back to the tent.
He didn't care anymore and called the two guards over.
"Sir, you must not die. Even if you are going to die, you have to wait to escape and explain to the court that I, I have done a good job in rescuing the commander, but I, I cannot die!"
Lu Anmin and two others picked up Jia Lu on his back and ran away from the back door.
As soon as they went out, Zhu Chongba, covered in blood, rushed into the Chinese army tent with a steel knife... No one was there!