Flood is an obscure word for people north of the Yellow River.

Because of geographical and climatic reasons, since ancient times, China has had many droughts in the north and floods in the south, except for the major floods caused by the diversion of the Yellow River caused by the bursting of the Yellow River's banks, people in the north have rarely heard of such a thing as a flood nearby.

Mongolians who grew up in the Gobi desert and desert steppes have never heard of it.

The plagues of their hearts are white plagues, droughts, and insect plagues.

So when he heard the hoarse shouts of the flood near the wooden wall, Kublai Khan's first reaction was to have no reaction.

He didn't realize what a flood was.

He sat on his horse, and looked back with a strange frown, wondering what was causing the chaos in the rear.

But the increasingly violent shaking of the ground under his feet instinctively told him that danger was coming, and that it was very dangerous, and it could be life-threatening.

With a wave of the whip, the whip crisply printed a red mark on the horse's buttocks, and the horse neighed, galloped and ran away in front of him.

The Mongol soldiers on the left and right followed Kublai Khan, and they turned back as they ran, looking around incessantly, and a large part of the people until this moment thought that there was a large cavalry approaching that caused this ground tremor, and the Han soldiers made a fuss and panicked.

There are more than 1,000 Mongolian soldiers who followed Kublai Khan, all of whom are pure clansmen of the two divisions, loyal and loyal, and are the last strength that Kublai Khan took to protect himself, and it is also the most elite force, so the horses they rode were all good Mongolian horses, fat, strong, long mane and bright tail, running up with four hooves flying like stepping on clouds, and the ordinary horses ridden by the Han soldiers and cavalry were a grade higher.

And they often have two or three horses, some of the nobler, such as centurions, or even four, and different horses for marching and fighting, compared with the Han soldiers who fought the world with one mount, both in quality and quantity, they were much richer.

Even so, the Mongolian soldiers were surprised to find that there were many Han soldiers and horsemen who were riding with their feet on their feet and riding weakly, like Mongolian horse racers, who kicked the horses in the belly and waved their long whips, beating the horses to the point of foaming at the mouth, and overtaking them like running for their lives. In this way, where is riding a horse, but in Feima, the horse runs hard for a while, and the horsepower will inevitably be lost, and there will be no further recovery in the future.

The Mongol soldiers sneered and shook their heads, thinking that it was ridiculous for these Han soldiers to run wild as if they had seen ghosts.

But it didn't take long for them to stop laughing.

The wooden wall is facing the direction of Jincheng, and the right side is the Han River, which is still turbulent; On the left side is a high mountain, and the section of the mountain that extends from the wooden wall is like a wall, which abruptly sticks out from the mountain and stretches out along the Jishui River to the direction of the Han River, isolating the Jishui River from the other side of the river bank by Jincheng. From the air, it looks like an arm stretched out from the mountain, almost reaching into the Hanshui River.

And at this moment, from the thin and steep mountain, a torrent is like the heavenly water attracted by Pangu when the world was opened, roaring and pouring from the mountain cliff, that spectacular scene, people from the north have never seen.

The flood broke the mountain and cracked the rocks, rushing from the mountain, and the large woods were washed away by the water, and they were wrapped in it, bringing up a large amount of earth, and the torrent became a mudslide, which was even more powerful, and the water flow was extremely turbid, and from a distance, it seemed as if the whole mountain was collapsing diagonally towards this side.

Thundered!

The sky is falling!

This was Kublai Khan's first impression after seeing the movement on the mountain.

The Mongol soldiers, like him, were dumbfounded, stunned by such a natural curiosity.

The Han soldiers screamed and ran past them, waking up the group.

"Your Highness! Come on! Zhao Bi desperately reached out to push Kublai Khan's back, and after pushing it, he suddenly felt that this was inappropriate, and reached out and hit Kublai Khan's horse buttocks vigorously, hitting the horse to a jump, and the front hooves were together, almost lifting Kublai Khan off.

Thanks to Kublai Khan's riding skills, his body was pressed, he stabilized his mount alive, and asked angrily: "Mr. Zhao, what's going on?!" ”

Zhao Bi was so nervous that his face turned green, the water was menacing, as fast as thunder, it seemed to be on the mountain in the distance, and he could rush here in the blink of an eye, the water was so strong that the whole mountain seemed to be moving, who knew where it would rush, staying at the foot of the mountain here, it was very dangerous.

His face was as tense as a drum, and he rushed forward with Kublai Khan's horse halter and shouted: "Your Highness, don't ask!" Just run, the gods in front of the torrent must also be avoided, let alone flesh and blood, go quickly! ”

Kublai Khan didn't know how powerful, he could see the ferocity of the flood at a glance, he had a hard face in his mouth, but he was shocked in his heart, his legs clamped the horse's belly, his horse was good, the speed was fast, and Zhao Bi, who was pulling the horse's halter, was almost torn off the horse.

No matter how fast the horse runs, it can't outrun the current.

Jishui was dammed and impounded by Changsun Hong, and it has been ten days, and there is rain in the upper reaches, and the water is abundant. From the location of the dam to this side, it is all downhill, like a stage, from high to low, just convenient for the water to pour, in order to find a suitable place to build a dam, Changsun Hong sent a large number of people to wander around in this ravine for a long time, before finding such a wonderful location.

At this moment, as soon as the dam is gone, the water rushes down the mountain ravines like a swarm of tigers, and even if a city is blocked in front of it, it can be destroyed; The water was so rapid that in the blink of an eye, Kublai Khan's more than 1,000 men and horses from his headquarters were enveloped by the water along with the Han army's foot soldiers who had no time to escape.

Like a huge blanket pulled from the mountain by an invisible hand, the torrent flowed down like a landslide, carrying tree trunks, mud, stones, and people who had been submerged first.

The white wave in front of the large brown turbidity current, higher than the horse.

"Your Highness, Your Highness! Be careful! Before he finished shouting, a wolf's head called, and Zhao Bi's eyes were dark, and he was submerged in the water.

He hugged his mount's neck tightly, and he would not let go, even if he drank a few mouthfuls of mud and sewage, but he was wearing a Taoist robe, in the shape of a lupine scarf, which saved his life, and made his horse struggle in the water a few times, and miraculously floated.

Zhao Bi choked on the water, his lungs were as uncomfortable as fire, he was a northerner, he couldn't swim, he was originally dead in this torrent, but the horse saved his life, the horse was born to water, but he couldn't swim for a long time, Zhao Bi hugged his horse's neck, and half of his life came out of the water.

Dizzy and spit out a few mouthfuls of water, his ears were full of people's cries and horses' neighing, some people shouted loudly for help, Zhao Bi lay on the horse like a dead fish, and let the horses fight to save themselves.

After a few breaths of relief, Zhao Bi barely opened his eyes, a branch on his head, almost poked his eyes, stretched out his hand to pick it up, and then he remembered, what about His Highness?

I seem to be holding on to his bridle, why did I lose it?

Zhao Bi sat up straight, the mud and sand in the torrent were half-mixed, sticky like paste, the horse was only on the water above the neck, struggling hard, and even taking most of Zhao Bi's body was also in the water, following the direction of the current.

He raised his head and looked in panic, all he saw was water, everywhere there were scenes of people and horses struggling in the water, the soldiers were all dressed in iron, or a suit of leather armor, which was originally a life-saving equipment until now, but it has become a deadly burden, plus few of the northern nomads can swim, and the water is up and down, all of them are half-dead or dead.

"Your Highness! Your Highness! Zhao Bi's heart was burning, and he was even more anxious than he was about to die just now. He shouted, desperately trying to steer the direction of the horse, and rowed towards a mountain bag that was exposed in the torrent.

Your Highness can't swim!

(End of chapter)