Chapter 392: This is fate

At this time, there are too many differences between Xiangyang and the appearance when Meng Heng just took it back nearly ten years ago.

Meng Heng is familiar with geography and military affairs, and he is very clear about the key points of Xiangyang. Xiangyang, the place of the four wars, the east, west, north and south to rush to gather, the north controls Henan Guanzhong, the south chokes Jinghu and Guangzhou, up and down the river, up and down Shuzhong, down to the south of the Yangtze River, the Song Dynasty can stabilize the rivers and mountains, peep into the mountains and rivers of Qinlong; Mongolia can look at Lin'an from afar and master the rivers and mountains of Hebei.

Meng Heng took office, vigorously managed this place, requisitioned tens of thousands of people in Jinghu, plus nearly 100,000 soldiers, went up the mountain to open stones, went down the river to dig mud, and rebuilt the city that had been untended for many years, and to this day, it has become two giants across the Han River, the north is Fancheng, the south is Xiangyang, the two cities stand between the rivers, rely on each other, there is the Han River as the water source, never exhausted, there are high walls as barriers, and you are not afraid of thousands of troops and horses.

Wuyan's light boat arrived at Xiangyang Shuiguan, there was a Song army sailor barricade to check and collect taxes, standing at the bow of the boat, looking up at the towering city wall as high as two feet and five feet above his head, as if standing on the edge of two towering cliffs looking at the top of the mountain, the shock in his heart can be imagined.

Xiangyang has been to Wuyan and others many times, but every time they see such a big city, they still feel upset, and they can't help but look at the excitement with admiring eyes.

"Shi Mo, it's your first time going far away, right?" A guy saw that he looked stupid, and a sense of superiority that Lao Tzu had been here before spontaneously arose, and he couldn't help but say: "Come, I'll introduce you." ”

The guy pointed and pointed, and kept talking towards the dock on the shore, the sergeant barricade, the Southern Song Dynasty warship by the water, and the soldiers standing on the high walls on both sides of his head, in fact, he also followed Wuyan here two or three times, and in many places he said that the bull's head was not right, and bragging was better than the truth, but it also made the big Han Shi Moruan listen to it with relish, and couldn't stop nodding.

"Hehe, this is just the water gate, wait for it to pass, let's take you into the city to have a look, I tell you, you have to keep your chin safe, otherwise you will be shocked to lose your jaw later." The guy said proudly, he probably rarely had the opportunity to show off like this, although it was not his own things, but he still couldn't stop him from talking eloquently: "This big city in the south is much better than our northern city, what is good, I won't say, wait and see for yourself!" ”

He laughed and began to touch his pocket, where some copper coins were scattered and silver, and the tinkling sound was used to wait for the girl in the Yanyu Building.

Xiangyang is a military city, but it does not mean that there are no common things in ordinary southern cities, streets and alleys, teahouses and restaurants, tile hook columns, on the contrary, there are a few more points, this is because there are many soldiers in Xiangyang, there are many people, and there are naturally many officers, and the imperial court has enough salaries, everyone has money, and the officers will not talk about it, and the usual income is very considerable, and although the big soldiers will be exploited, there is still a few dollars in their hands.

If you have money, you will naturally spend it, in this regard, the soldiers and generals think very openly, when the soldiers fight and eat the imperial food, lick the blood on the knife edge, the days are not a day, maybe what is to die on the battlefield, how can you be worthy of yourself if you don't have fun in time?

Therefore, the prosperity of Xiangyang is not lagging behind any big city in the south, the city is bustling, the service industry is developed, and many things that cannot be seen in the north are here, so the guy will use a drooling posture to say those words to Shi Maruan.

The big man named Shi Mo Ruan listened, thoughtfully, nodded deeply, his eyes lit up, and he seemed to yearn for what the guy said, and he looked up or thought of something else, and the corners of his mouth pulled and laughed.

"What are you talking about?" Wu Yan turned around and shouted to the two: "The customs inspection has passed, and the taxes have been paid, why don't you hurry up and paddle to the dock, do you want to stay on this river and drink the river breeze?" ”

The two hurriedly agreed and went to work.

The flat-bottomed boat passes through the chaotic fleet in front of the water pass, turns into a nullah next to the water pass, the nullah leads to the wharf in the Xiangyang water pass, and a long boat is moored there along the river bank, and above the wharf, it is the pedestrians who come and go like carp crossing the river in Xiangyang City.

The ship disappeared into the pile, and a moment later a group of people disembarked in high spirits and headed for the bustling land of prosperity.

The Han Shi Mo Ruan was also mixed in, and the grandmother Liu, who had just entered the Grand View Garden, was full of novelty.

"Yao Shi is right, compared to Dali and Xichuan, this side is really much more prosperous." He thought to himself.

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In the Hanshui River Valley, the water slowly recedes into the river after the flash flood, and a thin mud turns the valley into a swamp.

In the mud, the corpses of dead people and horses abounded, the weather was getting hotter, the stench was rancid, and the air was filled with a disgusting stench for dozens of miles.

The flood was so great that the waters flooded the area for miles around the wooden wall, and the people in it could not escape, and no matter how fast the horses were, they could not compare to the torrent that washed down from the mountains.

Needless to say, most of the two or three thousand people who followed Kublai Khan drowned in the water, some of them were lucky enough to escape with their war horses floating in the water, but they were forced by the Song soldiers who came out of the city, and fled in embarrassment, and in those few days, the entire river valley was the fleeing Mongol army and the red-eyed Song soldiers, plus the mountain fires were raging, the mountains and rocks fell randomly, and there were dead people along the river valley from the Jincheng city wall to the Xunzhou area.

The Song army won a great victory, and it was a sure number.

Even the first force in the northwest, Wanhu Liu Heima, also died in the Song soldiers' Mo knife array, Liu Heima retreated from under the Jincheng, and the way back was blocked by the water, asking for no way into the earth, and wanted to turn back and rush in the direction of Jincheng to break through, but the Song soldiers' Mo knife array has been prepared, and the combination of the shield wall plus the Mo knife and the crossbowman to deal with the light cavalry charging in front is the existence of death, with rivers and mountains on both sides, and there is no room for detours. Few of the 2,000 people survived, and Liu Heima's head also fell into the hands of Changsun Hong.

The heads of the Mongol army were piled up outside Jincheng day by day, and the Song army sent people to treat them with lime to prevent the stench from spreading into the city.

Sitting at the head of Jincheng City, Changsun Hong looked at the soldiers covering their faces with cloth towels in the distance outside the city, and scattered lime on the head, and asked, "Has the valley been cleaned up?" ”

Wanyan Chenghe, who had already admired him so much, stood behind him, although there was a bench behind his buttocks, he didn't dare to sit down, but stood and replied: "It's almost done, there are still a few Mongol troops scattered in some mountains, but they are all small stragglers of about 100 people, they are not atmospheric, there is no threat, and the rest of the large groups either flee or are defeated, and the whole river valley is quiet." ”

"What about Kublai Khan?" Changsun Hong tapped his hand rhythmically on his knee and asked in a deep voice, "Have you found it?" ”

"Nope." Wanyan Chengsi shook his head and replied a little ashamedly: "An order has been issued to reward the chief with ten thousand dollars and be promoted to three levels, but he has not found it yet." ”

Knowing that Kublai Khan was also in the Mongolian army, he got it after finding a few Mongolian prisoners and tortured him, and at that time Changsun Hong was excited, and personally walked back and forth in the valley, strictly ordering that regardless of life or death, this guy's body must be found, and his head can also be used, anyway, he can't be let out alive.

But after many days, many half-dead Mongols were found, but none of them were Kublai Khan, and Changsun Hong's mood slowly turned from expectation to disappointment, and now he lost hope.

So where did this man flee?

The eldest grandson Hong thought about it for a long time, but he didn't know why, there was no boat on the river, and the current was turbulent, could it be that he stayed in the back, the water did not rush to him, and he saw that the situation was not right, and he pulled out the horse and walked away?

If this is the case, it would be a pity, if Kublai Khan was caught, Changsun Hong could make an article with this person, which would be more beneficial to the layout he envisioned in his heart.

It's a pity, Changsun Hong sighed, could it be that this is fate?