The fine and dense rain silk is obliquely woven on the bank of the Han River.

More than 10,000 Mongolian cavalry are like black clouds falling from the sky, although every soldier can hardly hide the deep tiredness on their faces, but whether it is Batel and Si Ribo who are tightly hugging Ah Shu, or Ye Yingwu and Su Liuyi who are far away, they will undoubtedly believe that as long as Ah Shu gives an order, these more than 10,000 cavalry will still crush the enemies who dare to challenge their authority into powder.

There are more than a dozen large ships downstream from the upstream, all of which are used to transport troops and horses, and the bows are all Mongolian flags, and on both sides of the big ships, there are seven or eight scattered Mengchong escorts, on which the big flag symbolizing the "Zhang" character of Zhang Rongshi's sailor is either barely fluttering in the wind, or because it is wet, it has been attached to the flagpole.

There were still a few men and horses standing on the two sides of the big ship, and they were all holding strong bows and crossbows in their hands, but judging from the nervous looks of these people and the irregular formation, they were just land soldiers who were brought up to fill the façade, and the only ones that really belonged to the Mongolian sailors were the seven or eight Mengchong warships. I think that when Zhang Rongshi was in the heyday of the sailors, he was even able to fight with the defenders of Xiangfan in the Southern Song Dynasty on the Han River, but now the capital that has been carefully accumulated for more than ten years has been burned, leaving only these small warships that can almost be crushed, and they are all dilapidated, not the two Huai Shui Divisions together.

"Marshal, the ship is coming, please ask the marshal to quickly cross this Han River, I don't know how long Dong Wenbing can support it・・・・・・" Baiteer said softly, but his eyes couldn't stop looking in the direction of the downstream, although there were a few twists and turns in the river, and the green mountains were faint, but he could still clearly see the black smoke in the air, and even heard the sound of fighting with the wind.

The two Huai Sailors showed their absolute irresistible strength in front of the Mongolian soldiers today, easily swallowing up the Zhang Rongshi Sailors with the same number of warships, and then the exhausted division was able to fight with Dong Wenbing's Sailors, who had more warships and newer ships.

The Southern Barbarian Water Master is powerful, and it really deserves its name.

"This time, it was a miscalculation, and I originally wanted to eradicate the Tianwu Army and Anji Army in one fell swoop, but I didn't expect that half of the children were lost in the air, but they ended up in such an embarrassing situation. In the end, there is still a problem that did not take into account the back road・・・・・・ "Ah Shu looked at the ships that were getting closer and closer, closed his eyes, and let the fine and dense cold raindrops hit his face, although it has not yet reached the point of the hero's end, but suffering a setback here is also a temporary unacceptable blow to Ah Shu.

After Si Ribo was silent for a moment, he licked his lips: "Marshal, to be honest, in my opinion, this time Nanlai underestimated this group of Nanban, I didn't expect that this Nanban would not shrink his head as a turtle, and he would do it with us so dignified." If it weren't for the fact that Cangshengtian sheltered them for a while and rained a torrential rain, I'm afraid that the sons and daughters would have been drinking on the banks of the Great River by now! This Ye Yingwu, Su Liuyi, and Zhang Shijie are not easy to match, so you need to be more vigilant in the future! ”

Baiteer couldn't stand Si Ribo's cautious temper, plus the two of them were the most trusted generals under the Ashu seat, so there was a lot of competition on weekdays. Naturally, he couldn't help but shouted: "Grandma, what is easy to be with the generations and not easy to be with the generation, if it weren't for the marshal to order the retreat, so many Erlang under my command rushed over, and still took down all the large and small Nanbans surnamed Ye and Su, and cut them into seven or eight sections!" Why, isn't it that you're scared?! ”

Ah Shu frowned, although Baiter's words were true, but he didn't consider that even if the Tianwu Army and the Anji Army were combined, the remnants of more than 4,000 people would be wiped out, and the more than 10,000 Mongolian cavalry would have to pay a heavy price.

At the moment when thousands of thoughts flashed in the hearts of several people, the big ship had already docked, but Ah Shu was not the first to go on the boat, but waved his hand at Si Ri Bo, although Si Ri Bo wanted to debate this matter with Baetel well, but seeing that Ah Shu deliberately interrupted, he didn't dare to say anything more, glared at Baeter fiercely, and ordered his subordinates to board the ship.

The ears were finally quiet, and Ah Shu gently inhaled the cold river breeze, although it was so far away, he could still feel the faint bloody breath in the river breeze. In fact, this time not only underestimated the cohesion and combat effectiveness of the Anji Army and the Tianwu Army, but also underestimated the morale and strong strength of the two Huaishui Divisions. When the two Huai battlefields clashed, after all, the two sides were on the plain and could maximize the advantages of the Mongol cavalry, so Li Tingzhi, the supreme commander of the Song army's Lianghuai defense line, had always adopted the strategy of strictly defending the city, so that although the two Huai water divisions had many opportunities to appear, most of them were used to provide fire support from afar.

Recently, the battle of Hanshui was different, the two Huaishui divisions faced the enemy head-on, and they were at a disadvantage in the downstream, and they still pumped Zhang Rongshi's water division all over the ground to find teeth. This also made Ah Shu, who was on the battlefield, realize for the first time that the existence of the sailor was not simply to provide sufficient and ferocious arrow firepower, nor to transfer troops between rivers, but to have a more important role in surface combat. With a strong sailor, it is possible to ensure the smooth flow of grain routes between these southern water towns, and even use a dense water network to divide and surround the opponent and eliminate them one by one.

Ah Shu finally understood that if he wanted to conquer this dynasty that relied on the southeastern half of the country to survive, the last straw was a powerful sailor. It's just that what he doesn't understand in his heart is that with Su Liuyi, Ye Yingwu, and even Ye Mengding, Jiang Wanli and others, who are standing behind them and indirectly commanding this big battle, haven't they seen the gains and losses of Qi and Huangzhou, and in fact, they are far less important than the Mongolian side to realize the significance of the existence of the sailors?

Or are these little foxes and old foxes actually unaware of this?

If Ye Yingwu was here, he would definitely answer this Marshal of Zhengnan, who was already deeply confused and hesitant, because in a few months, Liu Cheng went north to offer advice and Zhang Hongfan joined the water division, and the Mongolian side will eventually realize the importance of the water division, so there is not much difference between the early months and the late months, but once the Qi and Huang states are lost, it is equivalent to planting a fatal nail in the side and rear of Xiangyang, and it is also equivalent to sending the Tianwu army and the two Huai water divisions directly to the tiger's mouth of Ashu. This was absolutely not allowed by the Southern Song Dynasty.

"Marshal." Baiteer next to him shouted softly, Ah Shu hurriedly woke up from thinking, more than half of the more than 10,000 soldiers had crossed the Han River, the big ship transporting the soldiers was returning in a hurry, and the remaining 5,000 soldiers were in a semicircle to hug Ah Shu tightly at the rear, and Batel and Si Ribo had not crossed the Han River.

The sound of fighting in the lower reaches has become weaker and weaker, which means that you can see the winner of this naval division battle later, perhaps Zhang Shijie and the two Huai sailors, or Dong Wenbing and the Mongolian sailors, the victory or defeat is still unknown, but in any case, it is necessary to speed up the speed of crossing the river, otherwise once the two Huai sailors are defeated, it only takes a few buildings to sink these big ships that look behemoths, but are actually not equipped with bed crossbows and other weapons at all, in this water of the waves.

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The sentinels of the Hundred Battles have all been recovered, because Ye Yingwu and Su Liuyi led the three thousand soldiers to finally rush to the bottom of a hill less than a mile away from the place where Ah Shu led his troops to cross the river.

Ye Yingwu and Su Liuyi lay on the hill with more than a dozen guards, their figures obscured by lush trees and half-human-tall grass. The fine rain could no longer obscure the view, and from the hill to the north, there were only one or two hillsides that could only be hidden for the time being, and further north, there was really a field and a long tidal flat.

Large ships were coming and going on the Han River, but the semicircular formation of the Mongol cavalry could still be seen from such a distance, which meant that Sribo or Baiter or even Ashu himself were still on the south bank.

Ye Yingwu gritted his teeth, even if he rushed over at this time, he was afraid that he would only be able to intercept and kill half of the Mongolian cavalry, so Ye Yingwu was already a little impatient. Seeing Ye Yingwu stretching his hand to the hilt of the sword at his waist, Su Liuyi hurriedly pressed his shoulder:

"Virtuous brother and slow."

"Huh?" Not only did Ye Yingwu subconsciously hum, but even Yang Bao, Jiang Tie and the others on the side were shocked, they were ready to impact at any time, so now Su Liuyi suddenly jumped out to stop it, which definitely scared them.

Jiang Hao and Wang Jin in the back also brought people to touch it, although the battle of Macheng made the two learn a lot of lessons, and finally there was no underestimation in front of the Mongolian army that almost flashed out of the weakness, but such an opportunity was not willing to let go, if Zhang Cheng was here, he might persuade Ye Yingwu not to rush forward, but with him were these two guys who were afraid that the world would not be chaotic, and they didn't have to think about it to know that the two of them were also resolute in asking for war.

"Although there are only half of the Mongol Tatars left, if these 5,000 cavalry really charge, they can eat our 3,000 people without even slag, so we have to wait for them to start getting on the ship, at that time it must be the time when the formation is chaotic and the soldiers want to return, and if they are caught off guard, maybe the results will be less, but it is better than risking the destruction of the whole army." Su Liuyi said softly, and his words were very sincere.

Ye Yingwu was stunned for a moment, his heart was shocked, he was still too tender, just thinking about how to go into battle and kill the enemy desperately, but he didn't expect that even if these 3,000 soldiers rushed out, how shocking it would be, the Mongolian cavalry still occupied this absolute numerical advantage, and their combat power was definitely stronger than the Song soldiers who were running for a long time, so let alone winning the battle, even killing a thousand enemies and losing 800 self-losses might be empty talk.

couldn't help but look Su Liuyi up and down again, only to see Su Liuyi hairy, Ye Yingwu sighed softly: "Jiang is still old and spicy, this is true!" ”

Having already understood what Su Liuyi meant, Wang Jin and Jiang Hao, who were still preparing to ask for battle just now, turned red, and they didn't dare to make a sound when they hid under the tree.

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On the bank of the Han River, it was really difficult to resist Si Ribo and Baeter, Ah Shu had to be the first to get on the big boat, and Si Ribo was also pushed and squeezed by Baiter to get on the boat, Si Ribo just wanted to go back, but found that the front was already densely packed with many soldiers and horses, how could he go back?

"This guy, he actually came to this ・・・・・・ at a critical time," Si Ribo muttered, he already knew what Batel meant, but now he couldn't turn back, so he had to hold the knife in one hand and the railing in the other, and tightly guard Ah Shu.

Ah Shu didn't seem to see the small dispute between the two people just now, and leaned on the railing peacefully, quietly watching the water in the rain roll up layers of waves with the wind, slapping on the high side of the ship, and finally becoming splashing droplets.

As if remembering something, Ah Shu turned his gaze to the south again, and he didn't know if Ye Yingwu had the courage to really lead the tired soldiers under his command to chase after him, anyway, he had been ready again and again to suddenly have a Song army to kill him, and even the camp that had been set down on the riverbank at the beginning was confusing Zhang Shijie, but also to prevent Ye Yingwu's soldiers from killing and catching the Mongolian army by surprise.

Even just now, when the Mongolian cavalry got on the boat, they put on a standard defensive formation, but from beginning to end, they didn't see the red banner of the Song army between the far lands, according to the normal speed, even if it wasn't a part-time journey, they should have arrived, I don't know if they were looking in the wrong direction, or maybe those tired and choking southern barbarians didn't come north at all.

Maybe I'm just worrying, was it really killed by Ye Yingwu, since the way to the north, he was on guard and careful everywhere, and in the end it turned out to be just a false alarm, whether it was Zhang Shijie or the other generals of the two Huaishui divisions, they had already fallen into his trap of diverting the tiger from the mountain, the virtual and the real, there was no accident, everything was so natural, so calm, so normal.

Suddenly, an ominous premonition passed through Ah Shu's heart, a feeling that came naturally after one bloody battle after another. On the other side of the sky, there seemed to be a rolling murderous aura, diffuse, and the smell of blood in the air was not dimmed by the rolling river wind, but a little stronger.

Is it just a delusion?

The generalissimo of Mongolia's expedition to the south subconsciously looked up at the place where his gaze swept just now, and in an instant, Ah Shu's pupils dilated suddenly.

The layers of mountains, in the wind and rain, are no longer calm, up and down the hillside, there are countless figures jumping, red flags fluttering, and the sound of killing shocks the sky!

Song Army, the banner of the Song Army.

"Bang dang!" The saber that Ah Shu had been holding in his hand suddenly fell.

Ye Yingwu and Su Liuyi, with 3,000 soldiers, when the Mongolian army was the weakest and almost undefended, were like divine soldiers and generals, killing directly from the sky to this flooded tidal flat! And the 2,000 Mongol soldiers on the shore who were at a loss and didn't know what to do, almost the moment the Song army appeared at the end of the mountain, they were already doomed to die in this foreign land.

A moment later, the Mongol soldiers also reacted.

"It's not good, go north quickly!" Siribo hissed and shouted, "Be sure to keep the handsome safe!" ”

At this time, he can't care about his personal honor, and he can't take care of his subordinates on the south bank, as long as he keeps the handsome, everything still has a chance!

On the whole tidal flat, there was a great chaos, the Mongolian soldiers looked at the ships that were getting closer and closer to the other side of life, and tried their best to crowd forward, no one thought of stepping on the war horse to meet those Song troops who were like divine soldiers descending from the sky, that was the devil, that was the messenger from hell, that was the wind and rain and thunder and lightning that the heavens punished them!

Where did they come from?! What kind of punishment did they bring?!

When the psychological defense line of the Mongolian soldiers was the most vulnerable, the Song army, who held high the red banner and rushed towards this side with a desperate shout, was like a ruthless punch on the defense line, which broke the hearts of these warriors on the grassland in front of the surging Han water!

The cavalry, foot soldiers, and only 3,500 Song troops turned this still doomed situation upside down.

And Baeter's figure, I don't know when it has been drowned in the chaos of the army, the flag that symbolizes the captain of the ten thousand years, quietly broken, I don't know how many people have stepped on this flag that once symbolized majesty and strength, like stepping on a rag that has been discarded.

Even if Sribo tore his throat on the boat, it would be difficult for these ships to continue sailing to the south shore, and the few big ships that had already docked did not know how many people were on the boat, so they hurriedly lost their pedals, and also lost the last hope of survival of those soldiers on the south bank.

The people who controlled the big ship were all Han family sons, and naturally they did not have the iron will to turn back and resist desperately, and before the Song army that came like a tide, they collapsed even faster than the Mongol soldiers.

Perhaps it was the great fortune of the great fortune, in the chaos of the army, Baiter, who was standing on the side of the ship and commanding his sons to board the ship, was forced to squeeze into the innermost part of the ship, at this time his identity as a captain was difficult to make the soldiers quiet, when he saw that the whole ship was only scattered and less than half of the people were standing, the corners of the eyes of the top two warriors in Mongolia were filled with crystal tears.

Perhaps this was the first time the reckless man tasted tears, and his fist slammed helplessly on the bulkhead of the ship, allowing the sound of fighting on the shore to cut his heart.

Ye Yingwu, Su Liuyi, good planning, good calculation, this kind of conspiracy, but people are only like lambs waiting to be slaughtered in front of the Song army, it is difficult to resist!

Damn Nanban, god-damn Nanban, this revenge will not be avenged, Baeter swears not to be a man!

"Boom, boom!" The crossbow arrows fired by the fireball crossbow hit the monstrous water column that was set off on the water surface, and finally stopped the few big ships that were still hesitating from continuing to sail to the south bank, and the scarred flagships of the two Huai Shui divisions took the lead and appeared at the end of the water and sky, although it was against the current, but along the direction of the wind and rain, the building boats, Meng Chong, and the boats, dozens of warships that had gone through the baptism of war, desperately impacted, impacted!

Above the Han River, hundreds of boats are racing, and the clouds are long.

On the banks of the Han River, 3,000 Song soldiers slaughtered the remaining 2,000 panicked Mongolian soldiers.

The sword shines brightly, and the sound of killing is heard.

There are only 3,500 Song troops, but they are like divine soldiers descending from the sky, and they are so powerful under one blow!

On both sides of the Han River, the war drums roared, thousands of troops fought fiercely, and the long tidal flats were stained with blood.

Looking at the Mongolian soldiers who had little fighting spirit in front of him, Wang Jin waved the cooked copper stick in his hand fiercely, and let a little blood splash all over the stick body, this battle, fought happily, this battle, fought the earth, this battle, fought ghosts and gods!

If the victory in Macheng can only be regarded as Ashu's active retreat, then the encirclement and interception on the bank of the Han River is a big victory in a grand manner. More than 2,000 Mongol soldiers were brutally abandoned and torn apart in anger.

"Kill!" Wang Jin roared angrily, waving a cooked copper stick and opening and closing, like a rolling river pouring down from the nine heavens, with a mighty sound.

And a sharp Mo knife came out of the oblique ground, picking up the saber cut by a Mongolian soldier that Wang Jin did not block, and then directly broke through the leather armor of the soldier without mercy, and the tip of the knife drilled into the chest, stirring up countless blood. Mo Dao recovered, and a voice came from behind the side: "At such a moment, how can you Wang Jin Dumei?" ”

"Come on, come on, you and I side by side, kill the fuck!" Wang Jin didn't even look at Jiang Hao, whose face was covered with blood behind him but showed a mouthful of white teeth with a smile, but he also laughed heartily. Countless Song soldiers seemed to forget the exhaustion of their bodies, waved the knives in their hands, and harvested every life in front of them, splashing blood sprinkled all over their armor and sprinkled all over the earth.

Happy, happy!

The boy was born at this time, and An Neng is not happy!

"Kill!" Ye Yingwu and Su Liuyi had already rushed in with their personal guards.

"Kill!" One after another, more Song soldiers raised their swords and rushed towards this almost one-sided battlefield.

More red flags, hunting and dancing in the blowing wind, like the flames of the prairie fire, burned all these shackles, all burned!

The wind has not stopped; The rain hasn't stopped.

The horses neighed, the swords flashed, and the footsteps were sonorous!

The surging Han water flows eastward; The mountains in all directions are even greener!

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In the middle of May of the second year of Xianchun of the Great Song Dynasty, Ashu plundered Qi and Huang Prefectures. Xing** regiment training envoy, leading the Tianwu army four compartments to command Ye Yingwu and the Anji army four compartments to command Su Liu Yike strong enemy in the field of Macheng, heavy rain from the sky, help my Wang Division, thieves are all broken, invincible to the north. After the two Huai Du Zhang Shijie commanded the elite of the water division, twice the enemy in the Han River to block the way back, and Ying Wu, Liu Yitong 3,000 elite soldiers, 100 miles of galloping, the divine soldiers descended from the sky, on the bank of the Han River to break the enemy, the remnants of the Ashu army were panicked like a lost dog, although they saved their lives, they did not come back when they were brave.

History is called, the Battle of Jute.