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

Chapter 69 The brave who meet in a narrow road wins!

Hardy nodded, "Aha, I see!"

After the deployment, Alu Hui ordered the young and strong men accompanying the army to dig fortifications and set up roadblocks overnight.

In history, the Mongolian and Yuan cavalry, who used to come and go like the wind, have already learned many infantry tactics of the Central Plains after years of defense and battle.

Especially in arranging fortifications and guarding the city, Aluhui has won the essence of it.

Qingyuan Town is really too small, there is no city wall to rely on, so they can only use more fortifications.

After more than a day of waiting, the flag of the Red Turban Army finally appeared in the distance.

Aluhui immediately ordered the whole army to defend, and deployed all the strong Han troops accompanying the army to the front.

He will allow these strong Han troops to withstand the sudden onslaught of the Red Turban Army. When the Red Turban Army is almost exhausted, Alu Hui will let the Mongolian Yuan Army defend with fortifications, which will be much easier.

As for how many of these strong Han soldiers can survive, Alu Hui is not worried at all.

"Ahead is Qingyuan Town!"

The older brother Zhu Yuanzhang pointed forward with the whip in his hand, and Zhu Han followed his gaze immediately.

The avenue under his feet stretched forward, leading to Qingyuan Town in front of him.

There are dense forests and mountains on both sides, the vegetation is crisp, and the silence is terrifying.

"It's too quiet!" Zhu Han said immediately with a frown.

"We guess the Tartars must have set up ambushes on both sides, but I don't know how many there are." Zhu Yuanzhang laughed.

Obviously, the terrain here is suitable for laying out ambushes, and he has already seen it.

"The mountains are densely forested, even if the Tartars have ambushes, we can't divide our troops to disperse them." Zhu Han said.

The strength of the Red Scarf Army is about 5, while the number of the Mongolian Yuan Army on the opposite side is almost [-].

If you divide your troops into the forest, you will definitely not be able to maintain your formation, and it will be very easy to be defeated one by one.

"Let's wipe out these Tartar soldiers in front first, and then enter Qingyuan Town and capture the general flag!" Zhu Yuanzhang pointed to the front and said loudly.

Afterwards, the Red Scarf Army began to prepare for the battle with a broad front with the road as the center.

The elder brother Zhu Yuanzhang is in the central army, with Xu Da leading the front soldiers and horses, and Zhu Han commanding the rear army reserve, ready to launch an attack.

Boom boom boom!
dong dong!

Amidst the sound of drums, the Red Scarf Army charged towards Qingyuan Town.

Aluhui stood on a tower post, watching the Red Scarf Army ahead.

"These thieves are really daring, brave and foolish, and they rushed up to die."

"Send the order! Let the Han army in front rush forward and disrupt their formation first!"

Following Alu Hui's order, the sobbing horn sounded in the Mongolian Yuan army.

Saturday Nine was exhausted to the point of numbness at this time. Holding a poorly made spear in his hand, he stood blankly in the crowd, while a Mongolian cavalry sitting on a horse in front of him shouted orders loudly.

"You southerners, it's time to make meritorious deeds!"

"When the battle drums sound, let me charge forward and fight those thieves desperately. Everyone only needs to kill one rebel to win a big victory!"

"When the time comes, you will not only be able to go home, but each will be rewarded with ten acres of paddy fields!"

The Mongols like Alu Hui have guarded the Jianghuai River for many years, and they already know very well what the Han people think.

The more than 2 strong men of the Han army, after many days of squeezing, are already full of resentment.

After some encouragement, they were asked to vent their grievances to the Red Scarf Army.

Hearing the word 'go home' on Saturday, September [-]st, the numb eyes suddenly regained energy.

He clenched the spear in his hand, looking forward to going home quickly to find his helpless sons and daughters.

"Anyone who dares to run away will be killed by the supervisor team!"

After the Mongolian cavalry gave the order, he rode to the rear of the strong Han army.

A large number of Mongolian cavalry are in the rear, ready to kill deserters at any time.

After many days of death threats, the strong Han army on Saturday and September had already feared the Mongols like tigers. They did not dare to resist the Mongols.

dong dong!

Boom boom boom!
With the sound of war drums in the Mongolian Yuan army, the Mongolian cavalry in charge issued an order to advance.

Holding a long gun in his hand on Saturday Nine, his mind was blank, and he walked slowly forward with the crowd around him like a zombie.

These Han troops had no lineup at all, and their only function was to rush forward to consume the strength and arrows of the Red Turban Army.

Therefore, the more than 2000 Mongolian cavalry behind them did not care about the lineup except to force them forward.

This scene was immediately noticed by Zhu Yuanzhang and Zhu Han.

"Brother, they are all Han Chinese!"

Holding a binoculars in both hands, Zhu Han said while watching.

The elder brother Zhu Yuanzhang took the binoculars, and he also saw clearly the vicious intentions of the Meng Yuan army on the opposite side.

"These tartars are going to die with the lives of the Han people!" Zhu Yuanzhang scolded.

The Han army driven by the Mongols consisted of almost three formations, the front, middle and back, with a total of more than 2 people.

There are more than 2 people, even if they stand still, they will have to kill for a long time.

What's more, the Mongols intend to let the Han people kill each other, thereby damaging the morale of the rebels.

However, Zhu Yuanzhang did not have the benevolence of women.

He knew that the best way to deal with these Mongolian Yuan Han troops was to let them be defeated as soon as possible.

The faster they are defeated, the better it will be for their own rebel army, and more Han troops will be able to survive.

"Send an order to send all the crossbowmen to the front army, and let Xu Da shoot us hard!"

Zhu Yuanzhang gave an order.

Soon, all the crossbowmen of the rebel army were concentrated in the front army formation.

When the Mongolian Yuan Han army in the distance came into range, Xu Da immediately ordered to shoot.

"put!"

As the order was given, a buzzing sound resounded across the battlefield.

That's the sound of a bowstring vibrating!
Whizzing!

Whoosh!
The dense feather arrows fell into the formation of the Mongolian Yuan Han army.

These young and strong Han soldiers without armor protection suddenly screamed and were killed and injured.

From time to time, someone fell down and wailed, which frightened the numb Han army men to regain a little sobriety.

Saturday Nine saw people falling down from arrows in front of him, filled with fear, and couldn't help but slow down.

Of course, the Mongolian cavalry who marched in the formation also noticed the changes in the Han army.

They are all experienced in driving away miscellaneous soldiers to death.

On Saturday, Jiuzhi heard the Mongolian cavalry shouting orders behind him.

"Don't stop! Don't turn back!"

"Rush over, and the thief will be defeated!"

"Whoever wants to turn back, behead!"

"Go! Go!"

Under the order of the Mongolian cavalry in charge of the formation, these strong men of the Han army did not dare to hesitate any longer, and rushed forward one after another.

In great fear, they let out a beast-like roar.

From a distance, it looks really bluffing.

Saturday Jiu held a long gun, stared at his red eyes, and rushed forward with the crowd like crazy, as if the Red Scarf Army in front of him was the murderer of his family.

(End of this chapter)