Chapter 68 Revenge

"Honor—!" Zuo Qianhu Tulu led more than 100 cavalrymen and finally deviated to the rear of the Red Turban Army, raising the horse sword in his hand high.

Behind him, the shouts that should have been heard quietly. He turned his head in shock and saw that all the cavalry turned their eyes to the hillside. The position where the Asu Left Army commander flag was erected was now empty. Further away, Daruhua Chihesi, wearing gilded armor, beheaded Lord Hesi, who was beheaded by a group of farmers in public in public through straw sandals, was driven away like a wild dog from a wreckage family.

"Woo!" In an instant, Tu Lu opened his mouth and blood spurted on the horse's neck. "Honor, for the honor of Asuren!" He bit his red teeth, shouted with tears, trying to awaken the self-esteem of the people around him. But it was useless. All Asuren who saw the fall of the flag were stunned on the spot. Let the Red Turban Army throw the smoke-filled grenade at his feet, and he couldn't remember to pull the horse's head to avoid it...

"Boom!" A cannon sprayed thick smoke at a distance of only thirty steps from Tulu, and scattered shots swept over, knocking all the five confidants on his side into sieves. The next moment, all the Asu cavalry who were stunned were awakened by the sound of cannons, pulled the reins, turned the horse's head, and ran for the desperate attempt to escape at the foot of the mountain!

"Stand right, right, aim, let it go, yes, just ignite!" Huang Laowai waved his iron hammer, and like an invincible general, commanded his two sons to adjust the muzzle, and spewed out projectiles at the butt of the Asu cavalry, "Boom!" "Boom!"

The Asu cavalry, who were turning around and fleeing, fell down two large rows in unison like crops hit by hail. The rest put their heads on the horse's neck and continued to knock the horse's belly with their feet. No one dared to turn around. Although as long as a few people rushed over among them, they could chop the Huang family's father and son and the exhausted Red Turban soldiers next to the cannon into meat sauce.

"The Tartars ran away! The Tartars ran away! Chase up and kill them all!" The Red Turban Army soldiers in the battle group also quickly discovered the latest changes in the situation. They spread their legs and slashed the horses of the Asu cavalry while shouting loudly.

"Kill the horse, kill the horse, and they can't escape!" Someone was clear-headed and put forward the most feasible suggestions. Immediately, all the weapons that stabbed the Asu cavalry were aimed at the butts and lower abdomen of the war horse. Before the poor beast could speed up, countless blood holes appeared on his body. With a wail, he threw the owner on the saddle to the ground.

Before the lander struggled to get up, several spears had already stabbed. The Asu cavalry was in pain and grabbed the spear pole and wailed shrillly, "Ah--!" "Ah--!"

The accomplices around Asu not only dared to stop and rescue the horse, but instead increased their speed faster. They did not expect to escape the pursuit of the Red Turban Army, but they must be faster than their companions. The two legs would definitely not catch up with the four legs. As long as the Red Turban Army delayed their time on killing the fallen horse, the other Asu people would have more chances to survive.

"Honor, the honor of Asu people! The honor left by ancestors to Asu people--!" The only Asu people on the entire battlefield who did not turn around and escape were Zuo Qianhu Tulu himself. He waved his wide and long horse sword, with blood flowing from the corners of his mouth, and kept running and shouting on the battlefield. No one paid attention to him, and the Asu cavalry ignored him. The Red Turban Army, who was busy chasing the north, also ignored this madman who could not even escape. He let him ride on the horse alone, running and shouting. His voice became more and more hoarse and shrill. Finally, he suddenly sprayed two mouthfuls of blood, his head tilted and fell softly.

"Don't rob, don't rob, this is mine!" Ivanov, who had been waiting with his head tilted for a long time, immediately ran forward screaming and bent down and cut off Zuo Qianhu Tulu's neck. He then raised his hand and grabbed the reins of the war horse, looked around quickly, and found Zhu Bashiyi, covered in blood from the crowd, and ran over with a smile on his face, "Governor, Governor, please get on the horse. This horse is a good horse. Look at its eyes, its nose, its fur color and shoulder height, it is just specially delivered to you."

"Okay!" Zhu Bashiyi was panting like a bellows, and he had no time to listen to the veteran's slut. "Is the injury on his shoulder serious? If you are not too serious, ride on a horse to pass the orders so that everyone should not chase too far. The enemy's auxiliary soldiers might follow, be careful, be happy and sad!"

"Not heavy, no heavy!" The veteran pussy heard this and understood that Zhu Bashiyi would no longer hold him accountable for his previous proposal to abandon the army and escape. He agreed repeatedly and jumped onto his mount, shook the reins, and flew away like a flying one!

"This is a slick guy!" Zhu Bashiyi cursed at the back of this man, shaking his head with a smile. The loyalty of the veteran Pi to him has so far been completely relied on gold to maintain. So he didn't feel much disappointed with the performance of this man in a critical moment. The only regret is that the veteran Pi's ability in this battle seems to be at the level of a commander. It may be more than a little bit worse than the senior staff-type talent he had expected before.

"Fortunately, I found another Xu Da! Although it is very likely that he only had a common name and surname!" Zhu Bashiyi felt a little comfort in his heart when he thought of the young man who had contradicted him and finally took the lead in carrying out the beheading operation. "It doesn't matter if he has a common name and surname. Zhu Yuanzhang's real name is Zhu Liushisi, Xu Da's real name is Xu Da, and what about Hu Dahai and Zhang Jiushisi. When these people heard the names of these people, they knew that they were all grass-roots people. In the end, they drove the Mongols back to Mobei? Why can Xu Da become the invincible commander with Zhu Yuanzhang, and Xu Da's life is destined to be mediocre after following him?"

He raised his head and tried to find Xu Da's figure from the battlefield. However, he only saw his brothers rushing east and west to continue chasing the enemy, and he could not tell who had reached where he ran. The group of Asu cavalry, who were like wolves and tigers, were just like livestock entering the slaughterhouse, and they were only concerned about lowering their heads and running around. They had no courage to resist stubbornly, nor could they find the right direction to escape. As long as they were caught up by the red scarf soldiers carrying spears or blocked them towards each other, they would immediately drop their weapons and cry and beg for mercy.

Zhu Bashiyi saw a thin auxiliary soldier jumping on the back of a war horse like a monkey, pulling the leather rope on the armor, and pulling Asuren off his mount with one hand. Then he turned the horse's head and stomped on the face of the lander with his horse's hooves, one, two, and three. The Asu soldier was clearly holding a short sword in his hand, but suddenly forgot how to use it. He lay in a pool of blood, trying hard to avoid the trampling of the horse's hooves, and let out continuous wails!

After the professional robbers were defeated, they performed no better than the professional farmer! Zhu Bashiyi couldn't bear to continue watching and turned his head to another direction. But he found that Wu Liangmou, with dozens of farm kids, took back Asu cavalry, which was similar to their own, like sheep. They were all hiking, and their opponents were all riding tall horses. But the hikers were all holding their heads and chests, and were arrogant. Those riding on horseback had their heads hanging down and their eyes were staring at the ground, like a group of soulless earth dolls and wooden stalks.

The same is true in other places on the battlefield. The Asu people who had not had time to escape were either pushed off the horse by the Red Turban soldiers and killed on the spot, or were driven back like a sheep drive, confiscated their weapons and armor, and kept their guards. Many of them were injured on the spot by the angry Red Turban soldiers, and their heads hung around their waists like gourds to count their military achievements later.

"Hiss--!" Zhu Bashiyi was dizzy by the blood around him. He took a few steps and slowly bent down. The brothers were revenge, revenge on the crazy attacks of Asu people on them just now. But the means of revenge were also too cruel! What is the difference between them doing this and the soldiers of the Mongol Yuan?!

Although Zhu Bashiyi was not so naive that he wanted to bring the military discipline of the People's Liberation Army in later generations, he still felt it was difficult to adapt when he saw that his brothers were as cruel as soldiers of the Mongolian Yuan court. As far as he knew, an invincible modern army would inevitably be very restrained in the use of force. The more he liked to kill indiscriminately, the worse he performed when he encountered setbacks. Even if they held weapons that exceeded their opponents for two full eras, even if they were holding various moral banners.

In anger, the personal captain Xu Hongsan came from the side, with an unconcealable ecstasy in his voice. "Governor, my subordinates are not well protected, so I forgive my crime!"

"What's the crime? Everyone was disrupted just now, who can care about whom?!" Zhu Bashiyi quickly turned his head, pretended that he hadn't seen anything just now, and said with a smile.

"Thank you, thank you for not investigating it, for your kindness!" Xu Hongsan threw the broken Pu Dao to the ground, bent over, and gasped heavily. There was a bloody cut on his face and the back of his hands, and the plate armor on his body was full of indented scars. The bright red blood was surging out along the depths of the scars, dripping all over the ground.

"Are you injured?!" Zhu Bashiyi was shocked when he saw it and quickly reached out to support him.

"It's okay, it's okay! The governor killed the villain!" Xu Hongsan immediately jumped away, smeared the plate armor with his hands a few times, and continued to breathe heavily, "It's not all my subordinate's blood, yes, it's Asuren. My subordinates' bodies are covered in flesh and blood. Because of the strong armor, otherwise, I wouldn't have seen my lord today!"

As he spoke, he staggered forward a few more steps, looked up at Zhu Bashiyi, who was covered in red, and asked with concern: "Lord, you"

"It should be fine!" Zhu Bashiyi looked down at his chest and lower abdomen, and suddenly felt a heart-wrenching pain coming from several places. "Hiss--"

"Come here, come here, help the governor, help the governor, help the governor unload the armor!" Xu Hongsan immediately straightened his waist and shouted at the auxiliary soldiers nearby who were finishing the wounded soldiers on Asu's body, "Help the governor unload the armor, and then surround him here to avoid being exposed to the wind!"

In order to avoid causing disturbances in the morale of the army, he tried his best to make the order tactful. The auxiliary soldiers around him frowned and walked over reluctantly. "Governor--!"

Seeing Zhu Bashiyi, who had just been caught out of a pool of blood, everyone immediately closed their mouths. It was so terrifying. There were more than ten large and small knife marks on the plate armor that was originally as smooth as a mirror! Everyone was busy fighting with the enemy army just now, and no one was interested in protecting their commander. After seeing it, they realized how dangerous the battle was just now! If it weren't for the enemy's chief general who suddenly abandoned the army and fled, but the governor fell down step in advance, maybe everyone was lying on the ground waiting for the final blow at this moment.

"It's okay, skin trauma is all skin trauma!" He resisted the dizziness caused by excessive blood loss, Zhu Bashiyi smiled and waved to everyone, "Brother, come and help take off the helmet. This guy, come and help untie the belt under your armpits. Hong San, don't be there with a sad face, just like the sky has collapsed. Go and pass an order quickly, and brothers stop killing. The injuries are not serious or injured. As long as you put down your weapons, you will save your life. We are the rebels, not the Tartars!"

"Yes!" Xu Hongsan agreed, moving his legs and slowly passing the order. He only walked out of the sight of his chief general, and then stopped lazily. If the Tartars won this battle, would they show mercy to their brothers?! Why can the Tartars raise their butcher knives to the unarmed people, and after the red scarf soldiers defeated them, they will be merciful?! Leave them behind, but they can't farm, and they are not as obedient as the Goryeo people. Where does so much food come from in Xuzhou? Raise these green-eyed men?!

While whispering his wife Zhiren, he re-examined the wounds on his body. When he lowered his head, he just saw a body moving at his feet, and slowly stretched out a bloody arm to him.

"Ah!" Xu Hongsan was startled, instinctively dodged several steps, quickly picked up the Asuren's short sword and walked back, preparing to give the injured a happy time.

He was a very young Asu Bing, at best, at least about sixteen years old. He had big water-green eyes and a circle of soft fluff on the corner of his mouth. Seeing Xu Hongsan walking towards him with a short sword, his eyes were immediately filled with fear. While waved his hand hard, he rolled his body desperately, "Go, spare your life! Uncle, spare your life! I have never killed your people. I, I am willing to be a slave to you! I am willing to write a letter to ask my parents to pay for redeem people! I, I can raise horses! I can wipe my boots! I will-ah-!"

"Who asked you to hit us?" Xu Hongsan didn't want to listen at all. He stabbed him and was stabbing him in the heart. Because of his excessive physical energy, the tip of the knife was blocked by the prickly armor on the boy's body and failed to directly kill the center of the body. The boy held the blade with both hands and struggled desperately, struggling, and his green eyes were filled with sorrow.

"Who asked you to hit us?! Who asked you to hit us?!" Xu Hongsan felt uncomfortable by the boy's grieving gaze. He let go of the hilt of the knife and quickly retreated. He thought the other party would curse him loudly before he died, but the young man suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood, and then used all his last strength to shout a word that he was extremely familiar with, "Mom--!"

Note 1: Mom, as a mother, is not popular in ancient China. It can be traced back to the Three Kingdoms era. So this is a word that is common in almost all languages ​​around the world, regardless of ethnicity or race.
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