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

Chapter 37 Timur flees in defeat!
Any soldiers of the Mongolian Yuan army who were caught up were immediately cut down and lost their lives.

There is no kindness, no tolerance.

There is no chance of survival except to escape!
Only by grabbing the chance to get on the ferry can you escape with your life!

The river was so icy cold that it was impossible for the Tartars to swim across it.

With the help of Xu Cunhou and Ma Bao, Timur was the first to board the ferry.

This small boat can only support six or seven people, but at this time there are at least twenty people who are holding on to the side of the boat and refusing to let go.

Xu Cunhou and Ma Bao stood waist-high in the river, pushing the other rout soldiers with all their strength, trying to shake them off, but they couldn't work for a while.

In addition, those rout soldiers who robbed the ship also had the same thoughts, and some of them even became fierce and began to beat their companions next to them.

Seeing this, Timur knew that if this went on like this, no one would be able to escape when the red scarf thief came after him.

"Ma Bao, grab my hand and climb up!" Timur suddenly shouted.

It's not that Timur is kind, but that he doesn't know how to row a boat at all. Without Ma Bao and Xu Cunhou, he can't escape.

Ma Bao and Xu Cunhou boarded the ferry one after another.

However, there are more and more Mongolian Yuan defeated soldiers who came to fight for the ferry.

The ferry that was contested was shaking so badly that Timur couldn't even sit on it.

"Smash their fingers!" Ma Bao suddenly shouted.

When Timur heard this, he immediately used the scabbard of his saber to smash the fingers of the broken soldiers who were holding on to the side of the boat.

Some people let go of their hands in pain, some people were crazy and refused to let go, and some people became angry and began to draw their swords and tried to attack Timur.

At this moment, there was a burst of shouting and killing.

A larger group of Mongolian and Yuan defeated soldiers ran down from the reeds, and behind them were some red scarf soldiers on horseback.

These red scarf army cavalry are the brave cavalry led by Xu Da.

They chased and killed Meng Yuan's defeated soldiers recklessly.

As more routs came, the boat that the three of Timur had just snatched immediately became the prey of more people.

A dense mass of broken soldiers surrounded the boat, and countless hands were clinging to the side of the boat. Everyone tried to climb onto the ferry, but no one could do so.

The three of Timur were shaken to pieces on the boat. Facing the broken soldiers who were as crazy as zombies, Timur already had an ominous premonition.

If this continues, the ferry will be overturned by the rout, and Timur and the others will also fall into the water.

As the pursuit of the Red Turban Army got closer and closer, the Tartar army broke out completely crazy.

Seeing that the chasing red scarf army is about to kill.

Timur immediately roared in anxiety.

"Knives!"

Timur then chopped off at the fingers that were dragging on the ship's side.

Xu Cunhou and Ma Bao also came to their senses immediately.

They drew out their sabers and slashed at the fingers on the sides of the ship.

"what!"

"what!!"

Immediately there was a shrill scream.

Those rout soldiers whose fingers had been cut off immediately screamed again and again.

After the innermost rout soldier cut off his finger, he was pushed behind him by the rout soldier behind.

After the new rout soldiers who came up broke their fingers, they were followed in the same way by the rout soldiers further behind.

Timur's eyes were red, and he chopped off the fingers of those defeated soldiers numbly.

Finally, there were no more routs pulling the side of the ship.

Xu Cunhou and Ma Bao immediately rowed towards the other side of the Baigou River with their oars.

And Timur slumped down as if discouraged, and the narrow boat was full of bright red blood and severed fingers.

These severed fingers were densely packed, almost covering a whole layer in the boat.

Timur looked pale as he looked at these dense fingers.

The owners of these fingers are all Mongolian warriors who have followed him for many years!
But both Xu Cunhou and Xu Cunhou, who were rowing, were all smiling.

"Haha, I finally escaped!" Xu Cunhou said with a big laugh.

"These grass thieves are really fierce!" Ma Bao looked scared.

At this time, the boat of the three men had already reached the middle of the river, and the bows and arrows of the pursuers could not do anything to them.

Now even without rowing, they can float along the current to the other side.

Xu Cunhou and Ma Bao saw the severed fingers in the boat.

The two picked up handfuls of severed fingers and threw them into the Baigou River.

Timur, who came back to his senses, burst into tears immediately.

"The great Mongol warriors roamed all over the world. I never imagined that they would be defeated by Zhu Chong's eight little thieves today!"

"If you don't avenge this revenge, I, Timur, swear not to be a human being!"

In the Battle of Shayuan, nearly [-] Mongolian Yuan troops lost more than half.

The big fire Zhu Han lit in the rear blocked the retreat of the Mongolian Yuan army, and all the defeated soldiers ran to the Baigou River.

Chased by the rebel army behind them, these panicked soldiers jumped into the cold river water, hoping to escape to the other side.

But most of the Mongolians are not used to water, they almost sank to the bottom when they entered the water, drowned and fed fish and turtles.

"almost!"

Seeing the end of the battle, Zhu Yuanzhang issued the last order.

"Order! Those who kneel and surrender, do not kill!"

"Those who kneel and surrender will not be killed!"

With shouts, the remaining Mongolian Yuan soldiers gave up resistance and fled one after another, kneeling down and surrendering one by one.

"Marshal Du, these are the lackeys of the Tartars, why not kill them?" Sun Deya was not convinced.

They are the commanders of the Haozhou army, but they are all very enjoyable to kill.

Taking advantage of this big victory, the subordinates practiced their courage like chopping melons and vegetables.

This soldier who has killed people on the battlefield is far better than a rookie who has never seen blood.

But they were killing Xing, but Zhu Yuanzhang ordered to stop.

"Deputy Marshal Sun, you all have a look, the real Tartar soldiers are all dead, and the rest are us Han people who have been coerced!" Zhu Yuanzhang said loudly.

Guo Zixing, Sun Deya and others looked at it.

Sure enough, the soldiers who surrendered on the battlefield were almost all Huaixi men who were forced to work for the Tartars.

Except for those who died on the battlefield, all the arrogant Mongolian cavalry were driven into the Baigou River and drowned.

"We are not afraid of killing, but we must not kill indiscriminately. Wouldn't it be better to turn these Huaixi men into ours?" Zhu Yuanzhang continued.

After listening to Guo Zixing, Sun Deya and other heroes, they all thought it made sense.

Soon, there was no fighting on the entire battlefield, and the rest were all rebel soldiers happily cleaning the battlefield.

After this battle, the Yuan soldiers near Haozhou were no longer able to counterattack in a short period of time, and this Daluhuachi Mongolian army was originally going to Yingzhou to participate in the suppression of Liu Futong's Red Turban Army, but now it has been wiped out Later, it helped Liu Futong relieve a lot of pressure.

(End of this chapter)