Rebirth Zhu Yuanzhang's King Summoning System

Chapter 81

Facing the elite Han soldiers who were leaning over from the Wei army, the courage and strength that the Yuan army was proud of collapsed in an instant.The elite Han soldiers in Yingzhou City cooperated with each other, like a high-speed meat grinder, grinding wave after wave of Yuan army soldiers into minced meat.

When the soldiers of the Yuan army in the rear saw such a scene, they all showed surprise expressions on their faces. Some officers of the young and strong faction had followed Chahan Timur for many years and developed the habit of never believing in evil.Years of combat experience tell them: the higher the risk, the greater the opportunity.Win the battles that everyone thinks must be won, and that's how it should be.But being able to win a war that most people think is unwinnable is the rare talent of a general in the world.Chahan Timur is a typical example of becoming famous by virtue of weak counterattacks one after another.Now that Chahan is dead, it is their turn for these young officers to show their skills and turn the tide.

A young officer with a big arm and a round waist drew out his saber, raised it high above his head, and mobilized the soldiers of the Yuan army who were in a daze beside him: "Cheer up! The descendants of Genghis Khan! You have the blood of the grassland men in your body! Don't tell me, dignified Tens of thousands of Mongolian cavalry have scared these hundreds of Han people? Raise your swords! Mongolian cavalry, never admit defeat!"

On the battlefield, military spirit is more important than anything else.This young officer has followed Chahan for many years and understands what to do in this situation.To boost morale, gather the morale of the army, and then fight the enemy, all the plans are seamless, and there is nothing wrong with it.Facts have proved that his words did have a good morale boosting effect.

The expressions on the faces of one Yuan soldier after another changed from astonishment to fierceness, and the murderous aura on their bodies gradually returned. They drew out their sabers one after another, and shouted angrily: "Mongolian cavalry, never admit defeat!"

The voices of the Yuan army became louder and louder. The young officer who scolded the army at the critical moment was surrounded by soldiers in the center, and he seemed to have become the new spiritual leader.

The elite soldiers in Yingzhou City didn't pay attention to these suddenly excited Yuan soldiers. Instead, they squatted on the tree, looking around for the Yuan army's command center, and Zhu Yuanzhang, who was about to assassinate, noticed this small group of excited Yuan soldiers.

A single spark can start a prairie fire.

Without saying a word, Zhu Yuanzhang flew in front of the young officer.The speed of the footsteps was beyond the expectations of all Yuan soldiers.

The young officer saw a light and shadow rushing towards him, startled in his heart, and shouted that something was wrong. He remembered that in this small Han army, an assassin single-handedly killed Feiying.Now being targeted by him, he is doomed to die.

The officer subconsciously blocked with his sword, but he did not hear the sound of weapons clashing. Instead, there was a clear slap that made his left ear buzz.What followed was a burning pain on the left side of his face.

After Zhu Yuanzhang slapped him hard, he didn't leave in a hurry. Instead, he stood firmly at an arm's length away from him, stared at the high-spirited young officer in front of him with a playful face, and asked loudly: "How is it?" ? Grandpa's slap, are you happy?"

The officer who was beaten became furious, raised the steel knife and slashed at Zhu Yuanzhang. Zhu Yuanzhang made a wrong step, dodged sideways, avoided the oncoming steel knife, and slapped the officer's face again with his hand. Don't lean, it's still the left cheek that was hit just now.

The officer shouted angrily: "It's too much to bully! Brothers, let's go together and hack him to death!"

Several Yuan soldiers who were close to him stepped forward one after another, and several steel knives slashed at them from different angles, locking Zhu Yuanzhang firmly in the knife array in all directions without dead ends. "Dang Langlang" A series of weapons collided, and Zhu Yuanzhang's afterimage disappeared without a trace in the knife array.It was the officer who was beaten, and it was the left cheek that was injured.

After three slaps, the left side of the officer's face was already bulging. He covered his face and spat out a mouthful of bloody spit. There were two big yellow teeth in the spit.

Zhu Yuanzhang landed gracefully on the shoulder of a Yuan soldier, and said with a smile: "Mongolian iron cavalry, how does your slap taste? It's still the same formula, and it's still a familiar taste. Don't you never admit defeat? Today Grandpa, I'll beat you until you admit defeat. Hey, those little bastards who are ready to move, if you are not afraid of accidentally chopping off the shoulder of the guy under my feet, you can come here casually."

The soldier who was stepped on the shoulder by Zhu Yuanzhang screamed profusely with sweat: "Stop! Don't come over! Whoever comes over, I will cut first!"

The officer whose face was swollen was scolded: "As a Mongolian warrior, you should be prepared to sacrifice. Come on, come on! Hack him to death!"

The soldiers looked at each other, looked at the distraught officer, looked at the terrified Yuan Bing, and thought about a question at the same time in their minds: What would they do if this Han man fell on their shoulders all of a sudden?
Everyone, you look at me, I look at you, and finally we come to a very wise conclusion: if this brother is really hacked to death, the next person to die may be anyone present.Rather than facing unknown dangers, it is better to maintain the current stalemate.

A soldier very wisely dropped his saber, turned around and left holding his stomach, shouting as he walked, "The mutton in the morning is not fresh, and it spoiled my stomach. I will retreat first, you hold on."

Later, more and more soldiers echoed: "Yes, the mutton this morning is not fresh. Oops, my stomach hurts to death."

In less than a stick of incense, this small group of Mongolian cavalry who had just shouted "never admit defeat" had all dropped their swords and disappeared into the woods.

Seeing that the general situation was over, the officer covered his face and knelt on the ground with a plop. The instinct to survive made him completely let go of his dignity.

Zhu Yuanzhang narrowed his eyes, and said in a cold voice: "Killing someone like you, I think I'd dirty my hands. Get lost."

At his feet, the trembling and fighting Yuan Bing asked: "Uncle, can I get out together?"

Zhu Yuanzhang snorted coldly, and then clouds formed under his feet, and he rushed towards the few remaining generals at the rear of the Yuan army.

Xu Da and Tang He had already blazed a bloody road leading directly to the rear of the Yuan army, and swarmed up with their backs, dividing the entire camp of the Yuan army into two parts, and then outflanked them back and forth, not only breaking the encirclement of the Yuan army, but also forming A substantial anti-encirclement!
Xu Da and Tang He were on the left and the right, as if they were competing to see who would kill more. When Yuan Jun saw them, they fled from a distance, but they were still not as fast as Xu Da. The tip of the gun had already pierced the enemy's leader's throat, and Tang He even swung the Overlord Spear in his hand and smashed it. Wherever he went, there were mourners everywhere.

The setting sun was like blood, and the screams were shocking.

In this small mountain depression with a radius of three miles, tens of thousands of elite troops, together with Marshal Chahan whom they believed in, embarked on the road to meet Genghis Khan.

(End of this chapter)