On the high floor of the ship, the wind blew the red flags that were dancing and fluttered, and also blew the sideburns of every soldier. Countless arrows cut through the icy river wind, looking for a place where flesh and blood gathered. Blazing flames accompanied by billowing smoke shrouded the waters that had been silent and quiet for too long.

Zhang Shijie stood by the sword, his building ship and Cheng Yuanfeng's building ship fought side by side, while Fan Wenhu's building ship was behind the side of the two building ships, across the hull, just to make up for the two building ships in front of the meat shield The firepower could not be taken into account.

In the gap of the building ship, more than a dozen Meng Chong rushed down the river at a rapid pace, although Dong Wenbing's arrows could not be said to be dense like locusts, but they could not stop the fearless impact of the warships. Before the Mongolian Sailors were really established, before Zhang Hongfan, Liu Chuan and other generals gathered, there were still the mountains of the vast Han River, and no one could challenge the unique supremacy status of the two Huai Sailors!

Throughout history, the sailors of the Southern Song Dynasty really fought, as long as they were not incompetent, they were far more brave and tenacious than the land divisions.

Although there is still a distance of several zhang, Zhang Shijie can clearly hear the old master who is not afraid of death on the opposite boat building singing loudly: "Young and Wandou, sitting down and the southeast war is not over, who is the opponent of the heroes in the world?!" ”

"Jiaxuan's words, they sound everywhere and all the time, and they always make people feel angry." Zhang Shijie couldn't help but mutter, it is estimated that if you really want to describe the scene of the battle at this time, with white waves rolling, thick smoke bursts, and staggered warships, even if Jiaxuan is there in person, it must be difficult to describe one or two. Thinking of this Confucian general who is also a person who returned to the south, Zhang Shijie will always sigh inexplicably, if he can be the same as Jiaxuan, even if he is not famous, he can also let the children and grandchildren who read history in later generations know that the blood in his chest is red, just like the big flag that the bow of the ship is hunting and dancing in the wind, the same red.

On the Han River, the big war is in full swing!

The dense and cold rain has fallen from the sky at some point, shrouded in the fire-lit river, and through the thick billowing smoke and the rain curtain that hangs down like a bead curtain, Zhang Shijie can no longer see the figure of the Mongolian cavalry on the riverbank, leaving only a hastily built camp, where he can mock the enemy's stupidity.

If you can eat the Dong Wenbing Sailor in front of you who has to show your hole cards, even if you successfully escape, what can you do? There is no boat, I, Zhang Shijie, see how you can cross this vicissitudes of water again!

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Fine, dense rains weave diagonally along the country roads.

After all, it is 3,000 erlang, and if you go to the official road, the goal is too obvious, and although the official road is wide, the direction is biased to the northwest, even if you reach the river bank, it is far from the location of the remnants of the Mongols that have been explored in a hundred battles.

The continuous rain made the roads in the countryside muddy, and the soldiers had to bury their heads in the mud one foot deep and one foot shallow, and Ye Yingwu and Su Liuyi were also in this sparse and long queue. Although one of them is a regimental training envoy, and the other is a commander of the four compartments of the Anji Army, no matter how it can be counted, they are both first-class high-ranking officials among the generals, but at this time, no one puts an official on the shelf, and the horses have already been given to the scouts of Baizhan to replace a few war horses that are tired from long-distance running.

At such a long distance, it was undoubtedly an ordeal for Ye Yingwu, who barely did high-intensity training or university military training last time, at this time Ye Yingwu regretted why he didn't train with the soldiers in a down-to-earth manner in those days, and now he realized that if he was the main general and fell to the ground first, what kind of blow would it be to the morale of the army.

The surrounding fields have been abandoned for an unknown period of time, so now we can barely distinguish the shape of the fields, and the scene of paddy fields and dry fields intersecting and various crops is full of vitality in the past.

"Brother Ren Zhong (Su Liuyi's words), look at it, the fields around here, I don't know when they have been abandoned・・・・・・" Ye Yingwu moved his steps, stirring up mud stars, covering his combat boots, which had long lost their original brilliance.

Hearing Ye Yingwu's faint gasp when he spoke, Su Liuyi looked at him worriedly: "Brother Yuanlie, not to mention these fields, Brother Xian's physical strength, I'm afraid it won't last long, do you want to rest for a while in front?" ”

Ye Yingwu smiled bitterly and waved his hand: "It's been such a time, how can you have time to stop and rest, I hope Jiang Tie won't disappoint you and me, and quickly find out the location of the Ashu department, otherwise these three thousand soldiers are blindly pursuing north, isn't it like looking for a needle in a haystack?" ”

Su Liu Yi nodded slightly: "You better don't talk too much, saving a little physical strength at this time is a little bit." ”

Ye Yingwu nodded, now it is estimated that if he stops, he really doesn't want to go forward at all, and in desperation, he can only look at the fields scattered with countless soldiers who are struggling to trek forward, although Su Liuyi has not answered his question just now, but Ye Yingwu already has a certain number in his heart, these fields that were originally on the border between the two countries are estimated to have been abandoned in the battle of Kublai Khan's Ezhou, and the rolling Mongolian iron cavalry at that time was along this direction bypassing Xiangyang and directly inserting into Ezhou, Ye Yingwu led the Tianwu army to garrison Xing**, and Huangzhou Macheng, where he fought, are all places where the Mongolian army once swept.

No matter how bloody the soldiers on both sides fight, it is inevitable that countless people will always be uprooted and displaced. Frowning in the wind and rain, Ye Yingwu seemed to take Su Liuyi's words as a deaf ear, and still muttered to himself:

"Xing, the people are bitter; Death, the people suffer. The cycle of heavenly principles, the rise and fall of China for 5,000 years, can't escape a few words here. ”

Su Liu Yihu's body was shocked, his eyes slowly swept over Ye Yingwu, and after a long time, he couldn't help but smile bitterly and said: "Brother Xian, Brother Ye Daxian, you are just a man of Double Ten, why do you see everything in this world so thoroughly?" Life is gone, there are countless spring and autumn seasons, how do you plan to live? ”

In these words, although most of them were ridiculed for Ye Yingwu, it was difficult to hide the strong worry in them, "Xing, the people are bitter; Death, the people suffer", if for Ye Yingwu, a hairy young man who is still not deeply involved in the world even if he is a human being in two lives, it may be just an occasional emotion, but for people like Su Liuyi who still see all kinds of entanglements in the world, and see the scenes of people displaced, refugees flocking, and the country ruined, there will be a heartfelt resonance.

Rise and fall through the ages, bitter, after all, it is still the people.

I don't know how long they were silent, the two of them just blindly buried their heads in the road.

"Don't talk about that, don't talk about it." Su Liu Yi waved his hand again and again, it seemed that it took a long time to come back to his senses, and this thirty-four-year-old battlefield warrior who was in the prime of his life, his gaze, which had been gradually confused, became as sharp as a knife again, even if a person like Ye Yingwu, who had already experienced the battle array, inadvertently looked up, he would feel cold from the bottom of his heart.

Maybe this is the bloody murderous aura that can scare away the ghosts.

Nodding slowly, but there was no topic, and the exhaustion and pain immediately attached themselves like shadows, and beads of sweat the size of beans rolled down the cold rain, but they set off a small ripple in the mud puddle under his feet.

Ye Yingwu gritted his teeth, although there was no wound on his body, but the soreness that gradually spread throughout his body was like a chronic poison that was attacking, and it was difficult to cure as long as he didn't stop his pace. His grandmother's had known that crossing was such a difficult job, and Lao Tzu didn't agree to the voice that came out of nowhere, and he crashed to death on the doorpost of that door, and what kind of living sin he suffered here!

The green mountains in the distance slept in the bleak drizzle, and a fast horse rushed here along the country road that was still a little stronger, and the soldiers on the horse were wearing Song Army clothes and armor, and the order flag on their backs was the Tianwu Army Hundred Battles, but this person and a horse did not know how many times he fell down in the muddy ground, and his body was like a mud monkey.

"100,000 urgent, where is the king?!" The herald reined in his horse and shouted angrily in the wind and rain, and although his voice was hoarse, the soldiers in front of him jumped off the field path and dodged a road for him to gallop.

"The envoy is in the rear, and the brothers are resting in the front." Yang Bao hurriedly rushed over on Ye Yingwu's order, and when he heard this, all the soldiers who were gritting their teeth and hurrying desperately were like being amnestied, took a long breath of cold air, and sat down on the spot on the muddy field.

The herald nodded slightly, rode his horse and swept over the scattered robes, and the flags of Ye Yingwu and Su Liuyi were not far away, hanging on the flagpole because they were stained with water, and they lost the majesty of the hunting and dancing in the past. The herald shook his tired body, and almost fell off his horse, but he simply closed his eyes fiercely, and jumped off the horse quickly, letting the splash of mud hit his still young face, and the herald knelt on one knee, and the words he uttered were no more than a burning brain like fire:

"The two generals, the Ashu army set off for the north, and the Mongolian sailors responded with a big ship, less than two miles away from here. The two Huai sailors under the command of Zhang were entangled by the Mongolian sailors, and I am afraid that it will be difficult to get out for a while. Some people didn't dare to come close to investigate, so they came to report first. ”

Ye Yingwu nodded: "Yang Bao, help this brother go down to rest." ”

Hearing the word "brother" of Ye Zhijun, who was a fledgling and anticipated the enemy's opportunities everywhere, and finally single-handedly created a great victory in Macheng, there were still tears flashing in the eyes of the herald, and he was just a little credit, how could he be worthy of Ye Zhijun, a young hero, with a "brother"?

Looking at the herald who was being helped down, Su Liuyi sighed lightly: "Thousands of troops are all in their hearts, it is really morale available, although the attack is exhausting, but as long as you kill him by surprise, it is enough for Ah Shu to drink a pot hard." However, Ah Shu is indeed worthy of his name as a marshal this time, if it weren't for the fact that he would have worked hard in a hundred battles, I'm afraid you and I would still be kept in the dark, and presumably Commander Zhang has also been turned around by him now. ”

"Since it's not far away, let's take a break and rest." Ye Yingwu was unable to cater to Su Liuyi's emotion at all, and sat down in the muddy water, unable to feel whether it was cold or hot, as if his whole body had been integrated into the wisps of wind and rain.

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Xia Song's warship took the lead, splitting the layers of waves.

This warship, which had just made great contributions in the battle with Zhang Rongshi's naval division, had no time to cover up the gap in the ship's side, but hurriedly replenished some arrows from other ships that participated in the battle late, and once again led more than a dozen warships through the gap between Zhang Shijie and Cheng Yuanfeng's ships, followed by those Mengchong warships, and rushed directly to Dong Wenbing's naval division.

No matter how Dong Wenbing's naval division was recuperating, it was also a fledgling and the first time to go to the battlefield, Dong Wenbing was an out-and-out land general like Zhang Shijie, so when the warships of the two Huai Naval Divisions rushed straight towards them along the rolling Han River, the Mongolian naval divisions that were quite arrogant just now did not dare to fight head-on.

"Hahaha, sons, kill!" Xia Song stood proudly on the bow of the ship with a blood-stained sword in his hand, laughing loudly. After an arrow knocked down Zhang Rongshi just now, Xia Song personally led the sailor Erlang to jump onto Zhang Rongshi's ship and kill, so this war knife was also stained with the blood of the head of the Mongolian sailor.

The bed crossbow and the fireball crossbow in front of the warship were fired at the same time, Dong Wenbing knew that Xia Song had waited until this time to shoot, in order to expand the power of the arrows to the limit, what Dong Wenbing didn't know was that in fact, the only arrows that Xia Song could use in his hands were these arrows. After being ruthlessly looted by Wen Tianxiang, he experienced a big battle with Zhang Rongshi's water division, and it was impossible for the arrows of the two Huaishui divisions not to run out.

The last arrows, carrying the roar of the wind and the roar of the waves, raged on the decks of the Mongol sailors' ships in the fine and dense rain. The scattered firelight and swirling smoke are the same as what Zhang Shijie experienced just now.

"Come forward, those who retreat will not be spared!" The wind sent the voice from the opposite side, although I don't know if this is the Dong Wenbing who jumped out of the corner who didn't know where he was roaring, but in this other party's timid voice, Xia Song laughed more unscrupulously and more rampantly!

"Did you hear it, they were afraid!" Xia Song smiled at the soldiers around him who were holding sharp blades and their eyebrows were angry, "In that case, add another torch and the water ghost will go into the water!" ”

"Obey!" One of the heralds shouted, flying to beat the drums of war.

The drums are excited, facing the wind, facing the rain!

The water ghosts who had just given Zhang Rongshi the final blow to the sailor, and at the last moment when they turned over and went into the water, their eyes were full of disdain when they looked at the warship in front of them. Let them know that those who dare to challenge the two Huai Shui Divisions have only one destination, and that is Shili Huangquan Road!

The waves splashed, and the water ghosts shouted on the river, throwing off their strong arms, stirring up more white ripples, and after a while, these natural fish in the water and white stripes in the waves were gone.

It seems that the water ghosts on this side have been launched, and the Mongolian sailors on the opposite side are obviously also somewhat prepared, and in the chaotic sounds, many water ghosts also jumped into the water, but the number of water ghosts is far less than that of the two Huai sailors, as for the skills of underwater combat, not to mention.

"Leave them alone, on!" Xia Song roared angrily, the building ship had been fiercely pressed against a Mongolian naval division warship, the deputy commander of the two Huai naval divisions waved the blood-stained war knife without hesitation, and was the first to jump on the opposite warship, more soldiers quickly set up the board, and the soldiers who were waiting for the battle followed closely behind the main general and rushed onto the warship.

The deck was full of corpses, blood flowed, large and small arrows were densely pierced on the bulkhead of the ship, and the scattered seven or eight Mongolian sailors were obviously frightened, and they retreated without a fight.

"Where to go!" Xia Song roared, bullied up, easily dodged the oncoming machete, and the big knife in his hand cut off the head of the current Mongolian soldier from the bottom up, and his own general won the jackpot, and the soldiers behind no longer hesitated, and rushed forward with shouts.

And more warships continued to pass on one side, and the Song soldiers with crossbows or various sharp blades on the side of the ships were waiting for them.

"Quick Fix!" Xia Song jumped back to his own ship from the warship that had no opponents, and casually pointed to the few soldiers who followed closely behind, "You guys, raise the flag!" ”

A red flag symbolizing the Song army rose on the warship, the color as if it was dyed with blood, facing the wind and drizzle.