Song, Jingnan Road, Yingzhou.

Yingzhou is located in the south of Xiangyang, on the bank of the Han River, is the first state capital from Xiangyang down the Han River, and it is also the strongest defense line carefully arranged by the Southern Song Dynasty after Xiangyang, in case when Xiangyang is conquered, there can be a line of room for maneuver.

And it turns out that the dead fortress is difficult to defeat the living cavalry after all, the real history of Zhang Shijie with heavy troops to defend Yingzhou, bloody battles day and night, helpless Mongolian cavalry had to turn the horse's head, from both sides of the outflanking Jiangling, so that Zhang Shijie in Yingzhou paid a heavy price only played a negligible role in delay.

Yingzhou, after all, did not become the second Xiangyang, winning room for the Great Song Dynasty to turn around.

But now everything has not yet begun, Xiangyang is still the strongest and largest fortress in the entire Central Plains Kyushu, and the garrison of 150,000 troops has made Mongolia do its best to snoop on it.

Fan Tianshun stood on his own boat, watching the flags fly in the rolling night wind.

"Here we go." Muttering, the Jinghu sailor slowly clenched the railing.

His Jinghu sailor and Zhang Shijie's former Jinghu sailor are not related, this Jinghu sailor is not under the jurisdiction of the Jinghu sailor, but along the Han River line from Yingzhou, De'an Mansion to Jingzhou, Ezhou sailor, since Meng Heng's counterattack on Xiangyang, the Han River has become a natural and excellent barrier in the Southern Song Dynasty, so although the Han water sailors are scattered, but it is also a force that cannot be underestimated.

In order to prepare for the war in Xiangyang, Fan Tianshun, the newly released and newly appointed Jinghu Commander, can command these sailors on the Han River. Together, there were hundreds of large and small sailor warships covering the river.

Of course, it is nighttime, and Fan Tianshun can't see the scene during the day. There was also the occasional glimmer of light on the fields on both sides of the river, and I am afraid that this was the only light in the darkness, which was a brief but fierce collision between the scouts of both sides after meeting in the darkness where they could not see their fingers.

However, for the silent sailors on Han Shui, those are all things that can be discarded.

Not far in front of them, several black shadows slowly moved downstream with the waves, and if they were closer, they would have found that these warships had no flags. There were no lights, almost completely hidden in the dark.

"Mongolian sailor, come on." Fan Tianshun looked at the darkness with blazing eyes.

The news of the night attack of the Mongolian sailors was sacrificed, and I don't know how many Song army scouts and the Jinyi guards under Ye Yingwu could spy on it. Ye Yingwu didn't mean to hide his personal interests, so he quickly sent it to Fan Tianshun's desk. In addition to being shocked, Fan Tianshun couldn't help but be curious about the Ye Envoy Jun in the east.

This person has such a big wrist and great ability.

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Jiang Ho gasped as he walked through the dark field. Hundreds of Song soldiers dragged their tired bodies around Jiang Hao. The armor on their bodies was torn, and most of the knives in their hands had been curled. The red flags that had once hunted and danced were in tatters, but they were still proudly facing the wind under the gaze of every blazing eye.

A cavalryman quickly rushed out of the darkness, and traces of blood, fire, wind and dust could be found on his body. But at this time, no one cares about this, because which robe is not the same when you look around? The herald of the Hundred Battles tried to keep his voice as low as possible in the wind:

"Commander Qiqi, the deputy commander asks where to go?"

Jiang Hao frowned and looked back, the vast field seemed to be a bottomless pit that devoured everything, and the scouts of the Song army that he had collected several times and the several Tianwu armies that went north were all hundreds of people, and in the end, only these people were left. I don't know how many battles I fought with the Mongolian cavalry who came from the tail, and the chance encounter in the dark just now made Wu Chucai have to lead this Mongolian cavalry away in a hundred battles in a hurry. Only then did Jiang Hao get the foot soldiers led by Jiang Hao out of danger.

Now Wu Chucai sent someone to contact, thinking that he had already dragged the enemy away, although these Mongolian scout cavalry were strong, but compared with the cavalry of the hundred battles of the nerves, at least in the aspect of scout warfare was not a little bit worse, without Jiang Hao's foot soldiers, Wu Chucai was able to calmly use crossbows and wolf pack tactics in the dark to make the Mongolian scouts who were not many people exhausted, and finally lost their way.

Jiang Hao didn't even know what the entire Huangzhou and Qizhou lines had become, but he knew very well in his heart that the Mongol army was suddenly attacking this time. There were elite cavalry heading south to Huangzhou. It is unknown whether Ah Shu wants to make a false shot, or whether he wants to completely cut off the sharp dagger of the Tianwu Army on his waist with his absolute superiority and the timidity of the Xiangyang Song Army.

I prayed silently in my heart. Jiang Ho struggled to climb the hillside in front of him.

The vast wilderness stretched into the endless distance, but the sound of the river was still heard clearly in the darkness.

"Has Hanshui arrived?" Jiang Ho muttered to himself, turned to look behind him, every soldier had a tired look on their faces that could not be concealed, but the eyes that looked at him were clearly the same as the trust they had at the beginning.

This heavy trust has continued from the torrential rain in Huangzhou to this day, and Jiang Ho slowly clenched his fists. Although he has failed them, he also has to bring these brothers of life and death out of such danger.

"Hanshui is ahead." The scout who had been scattered rushed back to give a report, barely holding his breath to hide his exhaustion and utter a complete sentence.

Jiang Hao nodded silently, the east side of Huangzhou is Hanshui, and now he should be located north of Huangpi and west of Macheng. Footsteps sounded hurriedly, and Wu Chucai strode over: "Commander, what are you going to do next, you can't let so many brothers who went north die in vain." ”

With a heavy face, Jiang Hao turned around and walked slowly along the barren grass, this time there were thousands of soldiers in the front of the Tianwu Army who responded to the scouts of the Song Army, and in the end there were only more than 100 people left, looking at the Tianwu Army, there were many bloody battles, but there was no time when so many people were lost in the scout war, these are all fresh lives, maybe just yesterday, they were still together, under the red banner.

"****** nest, this loss is not for nothing." Jiang Hao squeezed out a few words from between his teeth after a moment, "Isn't it the cavalry going south, I don't believe it, only the cavalry comes." As long as there are foot soldiers. Our two or three hundred paces trapped in the back can turn it upside down! ”

Wu Chucai clenched the handle of the knife and nodded violently.

At this moment, the sky-high flames on the Han River in the distance rose from the ground, and the screams and fighting were mixed with the dull shooting sound of the assault rifle and the "jumping" of the crossbow on the bed. The chaotic sound accompanied by the flame of light completely woke up the entire darkness!

"Did the sailor do it?" Jiang Hao was stunned, and immediately revealed a touch of joy, there was no sailor of the Song Army around here. Then there is only one possibility, the Song Army Sailor and the Mongolian Sailor met on the Han River, and it was also a narrow encounter, this time it was not just a scout battle on land, even the Sailor Division had already collided head-on, "Really, it's started?" ”

In an instant, Jiang Ho felt a little trance.

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Perhaps for Fan Tianshun, this is a real victory start; Perhaps for Jiang Ho and Wu Chucai in the distance, this is a grand firework. Illuminate the Han water, and also illuminate their front; But for Dong Wenbing, it seemed as if the night sky was about to collapse.

The young general of the Mongol Han Army's naval division didn't know why his luck always seemed to be so bad. First of all, in the previous battle of Macheng, the veteran Zhang Rongshi of the Navy Division took the only remaining sailor warship to attack Zhang Shijie's huge fleet, and the whole army was annihilated.

However, when he came to the battlefield, it was almost over, and the 20,000 iron horsemen of Ashu were miserable, and there was no piece of armor left in the Mongolian sailors of Han Shui. Dong Wenbing's sailors, who had just gathered from Luoshui and others, were Zhang Shijie's opponents, and they were quickly defeated. Cowering in the harbor did not dare to come out. Finally, when the whole army of Ashu pointed at Xiangyang, this remnant sailor was able to break free from the shackles, and just when he wanted to light a huge fireworks in the Yingzhou Song Army Sailor to celebrate, Dong Wenbing had already found it tragically. The enemy has come under his nose.

And it's heavily armed and smiling. In an instant, Dong Wenbing finally understood that maybe he was not a good commander of the sailors, or perhaps, looking at the whole of Mongolia, he could not find a general who could match the sailors of the Southern Song Dynasty.

On this Han River, I watched the huge buildings and ships run over me. No matter how many Mongolian sailors there are, they can only pretend to be grandchildren!

Fan Tianshun stood on the bow of the ship with his sword, and the wind swept a little spark past him. One by one, the Song Junmeng Chong Clippers swept past the flagship ship and rushed towards the Mongolian sailors who were still stubbornly resisting in front of them. A smile flashed across the corners of his mouth, Fan Tianshun's eyes swept to the side, the huge bed crossbow was slowly wound, and after hesitating for a moment, Fan Tianshun jumped down from the bow of the ship, personally tied the fire thistle on the head of the thick arrow, and then solemnly patted the shoulder of the ten generals who commanded the shooting: "Give Lao Tzu a good fight!" ”

The ten generals didn't say anything, just subconsciously stood up straight, his eyes widened, and his voice immediately roared out from between his teeth: "Release!" ”

"Put!" Countless Song soldiers shouted in the wind, facing the flames and arrows.

Huge arrows roared out in the next moment, and the waves of the wind swept the Han River and surged under the arrows. The fist-thick arrow accurately sank into the hull of a Mongolian building ship opposite, including Fan Tianshun, and the surrounding Song army soldiers had red eyes and a string tense in their hearts.

All the hustle and bustle seemed to have fallen silent.

"Boom!" With an earth-shattering roar, the Mongolian sailor Lou ship, which had been stubbornly resisting under the siege of many Song warships, finally couldn't resist, and the arrows fired by a bed crossbow could not kill it, but the ship had already been covered with bruises.

The surrounding Mongolian warships found that their biggest reliance had exploded and sunk, and their first reaction was not to kill the nearest Song warship with red eyes, but to turn the bow of the ship with some clumsy arrows, trying to escape upstream while the ship was still blocking the view of the Song army.

However, they thought too much, and several Song Junmeng Chong fast ships had already jumped out of the sea of fire regardless of it, perhaps the sails and masts were already stained with sparks, and there was a roaring burning posture, but none of the warships stopped.

The bed crossbow at the bow of the ship shot with all its might, and more sailors were ready to jump on the enemy ship with arrows in their hands.

If ten Song soldiers on land could not resist a Mongolian cavalry, then on this Han River, it is the opposite. Now it is the Song Army Naval Division in the second year of Xianchun, the Song Army Naval Division when the Battle of Xiangyang was about to break out, and the entire Song Army Naval Division was in its heyday. The Jin Army's sailors, who had been competing with the Song army in Lianghuai and even on the river, had disappeared, and the Mongolian sailors were just babies waiting to be fed in the eyes of the Song army.

Since these babies who are waiting to be fed now do their best to kill them, then there is no need for the brothers to stay behind. We, the local sailors in Jinghu, still have to watch, and now it's finally our turn!

This is the Great Song Sailor, the most powerful sailor in the whole world and the four seas!

Fan Tianshun drew his sword and pointed to the flagship of Dong Wenbing, the commander of the Mongolian Naval Division in front: "Pass on a certain order." Kill! ”

"Kill!" As if a word was squeezed out of their teeth, all the Song soldiers held their breath and clenched the blades in their hands.

The huge Song Junlou ship slammed into the Mongolian naval warships that were still slowly sinking, and drew a straight track on the Han River!

The oncoming arrows rained down on them, unrelieved by the strength of the wind. A platoon of drain guards struggled to move across the deck with shields in hand. Dong Wenbing felt that his throat was a little dry. I don't know if it's because of too much sweat, or because of the smell of burning that has been permeating the air. The flames were raging in front of them, and the Song warships broke free from the sea of fire and continued to move forward.

It was as if the sunken Mongolian naval warships did not stop the pace under their feet in the slightest.

Although Dong Wenbing was the commander of the Mongolian naval division, in the final analysis, he was still a powerless civilian official, and in the face of such a tragic scene and the Song army's naval division, which had broken through several hastily arranged defense lines in a row, his heart was already a mess.

Maybe he shouldn't have said a lot of things to Ah Shu, maybe he shouldn't have rushed over from Luoshui to support. I'm afraid that this life is already over because of this continuous defeat. Dong Wenbing didn't dare to imagine what Ah Shu and Kublai Khan would do to him in a rage.

Because he doesn't have the guts to think as far as he can.

"Domination!" A young Mongol-Han general hurried over. The armor on his body was torn, and his face was full of smoke and fire.

"Zhong Chou, you're so good to come, help me take a look, what should happen now!" Dong Wenbing suddenly seemed to have found a life-saving straw. The young man who came was the commander of the ship on the side of the flagship, and he was known for his resourcefulness, and he had always been strongly opposed to the sneak attack on the Song army and naval division in Yingzhou this time, but Dong Wenbing was greedy for merit, and he still did not listen to his dissuasion after all.

It's too late to regret it now.

The young general known as Zhong Chou frowned and looked at the Song warships that were getting closer and closer, and even through the firelight, he saw the huge ships that came out of the crowd. The red flag in the flames danced in the wind, with the spirit of a phoenix bathing in fire and the arrival of a king!

The young general was secretly envious in his heart, if he could command such a fleet of sailors one day, he would be able to kill the entire river. However, there are no ifs and assumptions now. He is now the prey of others, and he is a reward in the eyes of Sergeant Song.

Stretched out his hand and saluted Dong Wenbing, and the young general reluctantly said calmly: "Commander, the only way now is to retreat as much as possible, it would be better to be able to withdraw more warships, and please make a quick decision to command." ”

Dong Wenbing looked at a Song warship that was shooting at a Mongolian warship. couldn't help but smile bitterly: "It's already this time, can you retreat?" ”

I don't know where the courage came from, the young general suddenly threw his hand at Dong Wenbing: "If the commander is at ease, then please take the commander to take a small warship to lead the brigade to leave, and the last general will take these three building ships and other injured warships to cover!" ”

"Three ships?" Dong Wenbing was taken aback, but he also knew that he had no choice now, he was losing the car and protecting the pawn, but if he was not willing to lose the car, he wouldn't even have a pawn left! didn't expect him Dong Wenbing to fall to this point.

Taking a breath lightly, Dong Wenbing smiled bitterly: "Zhong Chou, a certain agreed, but the two of us will change one another, if a certain is still on this ship, Fan Tianshun will naturally not care about the warships you left with you." ”

"But ??????" The young general still wanted to refute, but Dong Wenbing had already waved it and asked him to follow the order.

"If the old man goes back, I'm afraid it will be inevitable to die, but it is better to die in battle here. You have been dissuading the old man before, and this time you can bring these sons and warships back, which can be regarded as a merit and demerit, the marshal will not embarrass you, just rest assured, take our great Mongolian sailors well, and find these southern barbarians who don't know the height of the sky and the height of the earth to take revenge! Dong Wenbing said slowly.

The young general was stunned, an arrow whizzed behind him, and more Song warships were already approaching, and he had no possibility or opportunity to continue arguing. Gritting his teeth, he arched his hand at Dong Wenbing's suddenly, many years old, and the young man flexibly jumped over the raging flames on the flagship, and the small boat when he came was still firmly tied behind the flagship.

A personal guard hurriedly pulled him onto the boat and asked with some hesitation, "General?" ”

Wiping the tears from the corners of his eyes with his sleeves, the young general forced himself not to look back, and suddenly accelerated to meet the several building ships of the Song Army's sailors, and said directly: "Let's go, let's go!" Sooner or later, today's blood debt on the Han River, a certain Zhang Hongfan will make these Southern Barbarians double the repayment! ”

He knew very well in his heart that there was no need to argue with Dong Wenbing, Dong Wenbing had suffered successive defeats, and it was impossible for him to retreat with his whole body, if he threw his beloved son on the river again, I am afraid that it would be impossible to go back without killing the five or six tribes.

The old general insisted on seeking death, and all he could do was to silently mourn his spirit in the sky in his heart, and then one day, take revenge!

Finally, he couldn't help but look back at the raging sea of fire and the Song army's warships, and Zhang Hongfan was already in tears. (To be continued.) )