"These people are really hateful. If you have the guts to rush into battle, why don't you fight those Tatar soldiers to the death!"
Zhu Han still didn't speak, but Chen Baodao next to him spoke.
"Haha, these Han troops from the Tatars are not courageous, but they are stunned by intimidation. They will do whatever the Tatars tell them to do. They will not be able to relax until death is imminent."
As a member of the Meng Yuan army, Chen Baodao's words are naturally very reasonable.
"We are also Han Chinese, and our Red Scarf Army are all good men, unlike them who are all a bunch of trash!" Hu Yiba said with a proud face.
Now Hu Yiba is no longer the tomb robber he once was, but a prominent figure in the Red Scarf Army. Any ordinary sergeant who sees him will have to call out "Hu Guan Dui".
"Tch! You guys, it's time for you to cry and shout that you don't want to join the gang!" Zhu Han laughed.
"The villain was confused at first, hehe!" Hu Yiba's face turned red.
Zhu Han ignored him and focused on the battle ahead.
Now that the Mongols are sending Han troops to die, it is just an appetizer. The real battle will have to wait until the Mongols themselves end the battle.
As Zhu Han expected, under the pressure of Mongolia, although these strong men of the Han army rushed to the front of the Red Turban Army, their combat effectiveness was very low once the real battle began.
There is no training, no adequate food rations, and no sophisticated weapons and armor.
These strong men of the Han army had just fought, and they were immediately killed and injured.
Saturday Jiu felt that everything in front of him was swinging spears and swords, and from time to time crossbows were shot from the Red Scarf Army.
The strong men of the Han army around him fell one by one.
But the Mongols behind them continued to attack with loud shouts.
The soldiers of the Red Scarf Army mercilessly killed all the enemies in front of them. These strong Han soldiers soon couldn't hold on any longer.
It only takes one charge and they will be completely destroyed.
Zhu Yuanzhang looked at everything in front of him, but did not issue an order to fight back.
"Brother, is it time to fight back and defeat them?" Zhu Han couldn't help but ask.
Brother Zhu Yuanzhang frowned slightly and pointed forward.
"It's still a little early. The Han army in the back row has not collapsed yet. If we force them back, the Tatars can still continue to gather the defeated troops. We have to kill more. Only by making them completely afraid will they ignore it.
Escape for your life, and by that time the Tatars will no longer be able to capture them."
Zhu Han heard this and nodded in agreement.
What my brother Zhu Yuanzhang said makes sense. Killing more Han troops now will prevent them from continuing to fight, and also allow more able-bodied Han troops to have a chance to escape.
After all, when there is no way to collect the defeated troops, the Mongols will not do more useless efforts. If they shake their position in order to collect the defeated troops, then the Red Turban Army can attack them in one go.
Along with the sound of trumpets and drums, the fierce fighting continued.
More and more Han soldiers fell on the front line, and finally everyone could no longer bear the threat of death.
"Failed!"
"Run quickly!"
"Failed!"
There was a cry of despair from the Han army. These forced men, facing the threat of death, had no regard for the Mongolian war team.
No matter how the Mongolian cavalry guarding the formation killed the deserters, everyone fled to both sides regardless.
When the Mongolian central army sounded the order to retreat, these Han soldiers did not obey the order, but fled even faster into the mountains and forests on both sides.
Saturday and Nine threw away the spear and ran away desperately with the crowd.
A Mongolian cavalry man in front slashed the defeated soldiers beside him with a sword, and Saturday Nine quickly ducked and walked around.
There is a small river next to the battlefield, and across the river is dense woods.
Saturday Nine knew that he could escape this terrible battlefield by running into the woods.
The orders from the Mongolian army were sounded one after another, but they were unable to gather these frightened troops.
Aruhui was furious when he saw this.
"Useless Southerners, they just fought in two battles and they were already defeated!"
Aruhui was very angry at the behavior of the Han army's strong men who refused to continue to die.
Two charges were made, but almost no results were achieved, and the Red Turban Army's lineup was not shaken at all.
If he were an ordinary rebel, he would have been unable to resist chasing down the defeated troops, causing his own position to be in chaos.
"Sir, these red scarf thieves are extraordinary, we'd better be cautious!"
A Semu general next to him said.
This person is Ahema, the general under Al Hui.
Hearing Ahema's words, Alu Hui was even more angry.
"These red scarf thieves are so arrogant, I will definitely kill them!"
After he finished speaking, he ordered Ahema.
"Ahma!"
"The end is here!"
"Give you 5,000 armored troops. Charge and fight fiercely. You must let these thieves know how powerful Mongolia is!" Aluhui shouted.
When Ahema heard this, although he was reluctant, he had to accept the order.
"The general will obey your orders!"
As Ahema began to gather his troops to prepare for formation, Aruhui also sent people to ambush his younger brother Hardy, asking him to fight again when Ahema disrupted the Red Turban Army's formation.
Woohoo!
Another blast of horns sounded, and Zhu Han saw the Meng Yuan army sending out another wave of troops in front.
"Brother, these soldiers and horses are quite decent," Zhu Han said.
The Meng Yuan soldiers and horses who went out this time were all well-equipped, and their gleaming armor shone brightly in the light of their eyes.
Looking from a distance, it looks quite terrifying.
"So many iron armors!" Zhu Yuanzhang showed an envious look.
The armor of the rebel army was only 20%, and most of the soldiers lacked complete armor.
"At least four to five thousand people are needed!" Zhu Han also said.
"It's not easy to deal with so many armored Tatars. We'll go to the front army to personally supervise the battle, and the rear army will be left to you. You must be careful!" said my brother Zhu Yuanzhang.
Zhu Han nodded, "Don't worry, I'm here!"
Five thousand armored infantry are almost a destructive force.
And among the Mongolian and Yuan central armies that have not yet gone into battle, I am afraid there will still be many armored soldiers.
If the rebel army fails to fight these armored Tatars, the Mongolian soldiers and horses behind them will pounce on them like mad dogs.
Zhu Han thought of this and turned his head again to look at the mountains and forests on both sides.
"If the frightened birds cannot fly away, there must be a large number of people hiding inside!"
Zhu Han was very sure that the Mongolian and Yuan troops must have set up an ambush in the mountains and forests.
As long as the rebel army shows a slight weakening, there will definitely be ambushes on both sides.
"Sir, look!"
Suddenly, Hu Yiba next to him shouted loudly.
Zhu Han looked up and saw that the Meng Yuan armored soldiers in front had already launched a charge.
These Mongolian armored soldiers were very powerful. They used their armor and shields to block the shots of the rebel crossbowmen.
The skirmishers in front of the formations on both sides had no chance to make a surprise attack, and they all retreated to the rear of the rebel formations.