"Retreat quickly, withdraw quickly!"

On the chaotic battlefield, a Mongolian nobleman with the highest status screamed in horror.

In fact, he doesn't need to order.

At this time, the Mongolian cavalry who had originally moved forward had completely collapsed. Everyone was turning around like crazy and fleeing backwards, even colliding with each other in chaos and even falling off their horses and being trampled on them.

And behind them was the demonic figure.

This monster, which had completely turned blood red, swung the weapon that had also turned blood red in his hand, stepped on the dead bodies piled up under their feet, and soared into the air in their horrified eyes, as if falling down like a blood-colored demon fog. Then, accompanied by the arcs shining in the sun, blood arrows soared into the sky...

"Hold ninety-nine steel knives in hand, kill Hu Er and stop!"

He was still howling.

Behind him were the cavalry of the Beijing camp who was also like a beast.

As soon as the war horse was hitting forward, the spears in the soldiers kept piercing the bodies of the Mongolian cavalry. They had no time to pull out the spears, and then swung the iron whip and steel knives, and slashed and killed each other in the face-to-face hand-to-face battle.

Countless red scarves are flying on the battlefield.

Just like a scene that happened more than two hundred years ago.

Red Turban Army.

The most terrifying nightmare of the Mongolian cavalry.

More than two hundred years ago, these red scarves completed the most fatal blow to them in the north.

Zhu Yuanzhang did get a bargain.

Although the final victory belonged to him, the countless Red Turban Army that had bathed in the sand before him had actually destroyed Hu Yuan's rule.

Potou Pan and Mr. Guan, the names that were destroyed in history, are the real heroes who destroyed Hu Yuan.

The Northern Expedition Legion led by them set off from Shandong, swept across Henan and entered Shanxi and then returned to Hebei. They even fought to Baoding for a while, and then returned to Shanxi and went north to Xuanda. They broke through Hu Yuanshang and burned up the entire city, and then rushed into Liaodong.

They even invaded North Korea, and Mr. Guan died in Kaijing.

Although their army was eventually wiped out in Liaodong and North Korea, their ten thousand miles of perforation completely destroyed Hu Yuan's rule in the entire north and even North Korea. After their perforation, the Hu Yuan Empire was actually dead in name only.

Hundreds of thousands of rebellious Han farmers.

At that time, in the most powerful empire in the world, facing countless Mongolian cavalry, they could still break through Shangdu, Liaoyang, Pyongyang, and Kaijing...

They had no reinforcements.

The comrades closest to them were nearly two thousand miles away. It was because Mao Gui of the South Road did not complete the reunion with them that they became an isolated army. However, they did not choose to retreat, but continued to move forward, constantly attacking forward in the completely unfamiliar world.

They also have no compatriots to rely on.

Their main battlefield is Xuanda, Shangdu, and Liaodong, which have completely become Mongolian ranchs, where there are almost no Han people.

Their miraculous trampling ultimately made Hu Yuan's destruction a foregone conclusion. Hu Yuan, who could have maintained the unification of the north, completely fell apart in the north. Then there were the warlords formed in the process of siege and intercepting them, killing each other within Hu Yuan, and the authority of Emperor Hu Yuan disappeared...

Even the upper part was broken, and all the palaces were burned out.

Who cares about his authority?

The counterattack of Zhu Yuanzhang and the Han people in the south was just a final inevitable victory.

This is the Red Turban Army.

They were obliterated in history, and their true name was unknown.

Mr. Guan and Potou Pan just left two uncertain names, which were largely fake. As for where they were from, no one knew what origins they were. Their subordinates were only a possible army of 100,000, and few people left their real names.

But they wrote a true epic with their flesh and blood.

At this moment, these Mongolian cavalrymen were also feeling the fear from their ancestors.

"Kill and kill!"

Yang Feng roared in the sea of ​​blood.

"Kill and kill!"

The soldiers following him were roaring.

The legion of red scarves fluttered, like a mad orc legion, swept forward along the corpses everywhere, leaving behind a blood-colored wasteland.

At the same time, with the sound of war drums coming from the west, Zhang Shijue's troops, who were reinforced from Changping, also launched a cross-strike at the defeated Mongolian cavalry. His joining fact blocked the retreat of these Mongolian cavalry fleeing north. The Mongolian cavalry, who could have maintained an orderly retreat, immediately collapsed completely.

On both sides of the Chaobai River, they fled everywhere in horror, and were quickly caught up and surrounded and annihilated by the Ming cavalry.

But Yang Feng was eyeing the nobleman.

He dragged the heavy sword with one hand and walked straight forward along the dead bodies everywhere.

At this time, no Mongolian cavalry dared to attack him. As he moved forward, all the frightened Mongolian cavalry dodged as quickly as possible, and even were so scared that they simply gave up resisting and fell off the horse and fell to the ground. Moreover, more and more of this happened. Soon, all the Mongolian cavalry chose to dismount and kowtowed when he passed by.

The nobleman was already running away.

But at this moment, there were cavalry fighting everywhere on the battlefield, and he couldn't run fast at all. He almost cried and scolded his subordinates who were blocking the road, and waved the whip among them desperately.

Then he looked back from time to time and looked at the demonic figure.

But soon the Ming army was ahead. He stopped there and trembled, looking at Yang Feng who was walking under his hands...

"Kneel down, I'm going to tear you!"

Yang Feng said.

"Great, please spare me!"

The nobleman got off his horse without hesitation and kowtowed to the ground.

Obviously he did not fully understand what Yang Feng meant.

"Give up your life? It's too late!"

Yang Feng said, kicking him over with a straightforward kick. Before he could react, he stepped on one of his legs, then grabbed his other leg, carried it up in his terror scream, and lifted it upwards...

"ah……"

The nobleman let out a heart-wrenching scream.

"What's the name? It won't hurt in a while!"

Yang Feng shouted.

Then he continued to force...

"Big, sir, the younger one is willing to redeem himself!"

The man screamed.

"What do you use to redeem yourself?"

"Cow, sheep, horses!"

"Uh, I forgot that you still have this rule."

Yang Feng smiled and put down his legs.

They did have this rule. If they were caught, they could piece together cattle, sheep and horses to redeem themselves. They were a bit like the European nobles in the Middle Ages. After all, most of the messy leaders of various Mongolian tribes were descendants of Dayan Khan. Even if they robbed and fought each other, the people who died were their subordinates, and they still tried their best to maintain that they would not die.

Just redeem yourself.

Even in this case, other chiefs of a family will help.
Chapter completed!