Han Shui.

More than 100 ships of the Navy sailed up the river along the waves. The bow of the ship split the pale blue waves, and the big flag with the word "Song" on the ship danced with the wind. And the three building ships clustered in the middle of these 100 large and small naval ships are indeed a little weird, the middle one is the "Fan" character general flag, and the two sides are the "Zhang" and "Cheng" characters.

It stands to reason that a fleet of this size does not need the chief and deputy commanders of the naval division to take three building ships, but now this scene is comically staged in this naval division that hurriedly went north. There is no doubt that Zhang Shijie, the commander of the two Huaishui divisions, and Cheng Yuanfeng, the superintendent of the army, are not very afraid of this deputy envoy Fan Wenhu who suddenly jumped out to grab the credit, Cheng Yuanfeng is a dignified and upright Song veteran, Jia Rudao even if he is angry, he does not dare to punish Cheng Yuanfeng because of a small Fan Wenhu, and Zhang Shijie is not to mention, this kind of upright Jiang Wanli party has never been interested in Jia Yidao's doglegs.

As for Zhang Shijie and Cheng Yuanfeng taking two building ships, it was also because Zhang Shijie was afraid that if there was any accident on the battlefield, this stubborn old man would be really difficult to control if he had a stubborn temper, and secondly, it was also to let the two building ships clamp Fan Wenhu's ship in the middle, in case Fan Wenhu had any undesirable actions at that time.

Zhang Shijie and Xia Song, the deputy commander of the two Huai Shui Divisions, stood on the bow of the building ship one after the other, and Zhang Shijie still held a battlefield message that the clipper had just sent in his hand.

Surprising, really unexpected.

In order to smoothly meet the withdrawal of the Mongolian army to the north of the Han River, the Mongolian naval division stationed on the north bank of the Han River poured out of the nest under the leadership of Zhang Rongshi, a veteran of the naval division, and Dong Wenbing, the deputy envoy of the Dengzhou, Guanghua Marching Army, and Henan Province, who had just taken office, also led more than 100 warships built by Wang Zhongren, the deputy envoy of the Shandong unified army, after two years of hard work.

In this way, the number of warships of the Mongolian sailors has exceeded that of the two Huai sailors, and how can Zhang Shijie not be worried. You must know that Zhang Shijie originally raised troops to the north, in order to cut off the grain route of the Mongolian army and force Ah Shu to return north. Under normal circumstances, the days of guarding the grain ships are forty or fifty small warships, so the arrival of a hundred large ships of the sailors is already enough to give face.

The Mongolian sailor, who has always been held in his hand as a treasure by Ah Shu, is estimated to have already been ordered not to fight, plus Zhang Rongshi, the commander of the Mongolian sailor, is a well-commanded but slightly timid guy, and he is very good at hiding and hiding on weekdays, and it is really difficult to say that it is hard to say. Therefore, even if the Mongolian sailors watched Ashu's grain route being cut off, they would not go out of the camp to intercept it.

But now things have changed dramatically, the Mongolian marshal Ashu fainted in front of the formation, the Mongolian army retreated north in a hurry after countless casualties, and retreated to the south bank of the Han River, the battle of Macheng, which was already doomed, ended in dramatic results, although the Tianwu army and the Anji army could not be said to be a complete victory, but the battle reached this point, according to the standards of the Song army, it can be said to be a dignified victory.

And the Mongolian army retreated north, this is already a matter of life and death for the generalissimo of the Mongolian expedition to the south, even Zhang Rongshi, who only knows how to hide and hide on weekdays, will come out with red eyes and rush to kill, not to mention that a Dong Wenbing who came out of nowhere hurried to support with the same number of brand-new warships.

"I really underestimated this brother-in-law." Zhang Shijie frowned and couldn't help but smile bitterly, "Give us such a big credit, but we can't eat it." ”

Xia Song also frowned, but what worried him was not the sudden Mongolian sailor, but the fact that his own control seemed to be a little timid: "Could it be that we just go back the same way?" Isn't that too much?! What do you say, our two Huai Shui Divisions also have the strength to fight, so we can't show our cowardice in front of the Tartar Naval Division. ”

Zhang Shijie had already heard the dissatisfaction in Xia Song's tone, he was not a person who was greedy for life and afraid of death, and he was a little worried just now because he was worried about how many of his sons would be able to go back alive this time, you must know that when the Tianwu Army went north, Wen Tianxiang took away a lot of arrows and gunpowder from the two Huai Shui Divisions with righteous words, so no one can say whether these veteran sailors will be able to hold up under the Mongolian sailors who want to rescue Ah Shu with red eyes.

Taking a deep breath of the strong wind on the river, Zhang Shijie's fists clenched tightly: "Okay, it's coming, I'm afraid he will do something!" In this way, he quickly sent someone to inform Cheng Lao Xianggong of this matter, so that he also had a bottom in his heart, but Master Fan would forget it. ”

Xia Song smiled knowingly, everyone knew all the performances on the battlefield of Lord Fan.

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Dozens of miles away, Macheng.

The bodies of the two armies have been carefully separated. The corpses of the Mongolian army were piled up at random, ready to be burned by a fire, Ye Yingwu did not have the leisure time to let people cut off the head of each Mongolian soldier and stack it in Jingguan, you must know that the remaining more than 4,000 Song troops have all fallen tired in the camp, Lu Xiufu and Wen Tianxiang are now hurriedly directing the village soldiers to burn the fire and cook, serving these heroes who are desperately struggling to get their lives.

And the corpses of the Song army, whether it is the Tianwu army or the Anji army, have been properly buried in the deep pit, and then a high mound of earth has been piled up on it.

Ye Yingwu was wearing a red cloak, and walked step by step towards the mound that had been piled up high, Su Liuyi intentionally or unintentionally lagged half a step behind, to show that Ye Yingwu was an irreplaceable hero in this battle. And the Tianwu Army and the Anji Army all commanded the envoys to follow closely behind, this time they stood together in surprisingly chaotic manner, there was no faction, no order, a big battle, and the two Great Song Dynasty forces that had no fate entanglement were firmly tied together.

Those who have carried guns together are the most iron brothers.

Yang Bao beat the big drum again and again in the distance. The sound of the drums echoed across the eternal field, and the waves of sound hit the dilapidated walls, the rising smoke, the low walls, and every figure sitting or standing.

It was in this drum that countless soldiers fearlessly rushed into the wind and rain. It was in this drum that countless robes were buried. The drums beat and it shook people's hearts.

It was as if I had returned to the moment when the thunder roared and the wind and rain just now, and I felt the cold blades and the fresh life rushing by beside me.

All the army assembled, all the army assembled!

The red flags, which were already full of holes left by arrows, were raised one after another, and the busy villagers were shocked to find that in the sound of drums, the soldiers who had just relied on the ruins of the broken wall and closed their eyes to recuperate jumped up reflexively, and the long and short blades were once again tightly held in their hands, like brothers who shared life and death. Everyone's gaze was surprisingly sharp, like a sword out of its sheath; Everyone's footsteps are so sonorous, like an eternal drumbeat.

Wen Tianxiang and Lu Xiufu slowly walked out of the low city wall of Macheng with a wooden card, the Tianwu Army and the Anji Army were no longer distinguishable from each other, the armor full of mud and blood stains was draped on their bodies, and they had long been unable to distinguish each other, and each banner was the same red, just like the blood in the chest of the soldier standing solemnly in the wind.

Everyone stood solemnly, flashing a path, Wen Tianxiang and Lu Xiufu walked through the layers of armor, the rolling murderous aura shrouded their bodies, but no one frowned, as if these two literati were born to deal with the trend of the heavens, and they were not afraid of this bloody breath and heavy murderous aura at all.

The wooden plaque has been painted with white paint, and several large characters on it are marked with iron hooks and silver strokes, and dragons fly and phoenixes dance.

"The Tomb of the Heroes of Macheng in the Great Song Dynasty".

The drumming gradually stopped, and no one cried in this solemn atmosphere. Even the wounded soldiers, who barely stood against the wall, exuded an aura that made people afraid to approach. I don't know who took the lead in singing the military song of the Tianwu Army, and soon the entire Macheng foot was shrouded in this vast and magnificent and heart-wrenching song.

"The wolf smoke rises, the rivers and mountains look north, the dragon rolls, the horse neighses, and the sword qi is like frost・・・・・・"

The majestic singing replaced the drums, as if to send the heroic soul on its last journey.

And Wen Tianxiang and Lu Xiufu had already walked in front of the high mound, and respectfully handed the wooden plaque to Ye Yingwu. Ye Yingwu bowed slightly, and then glanced at Su Liuyi, who was standing solemnly with tears in his eyes, Su Liuyi noticed Ye Yingwu's subtle movement, and immediately returned the look of gratitude, and then took a step forward, and Ye Yingwu held up this wooden plaque that condensed countless blood and condensed countless heroic souls.

"The dignified Song, let the Quartet come to congratulate!" The singing in the rear is like a tide, beating the most vulnerable place in everyone's heart, even the strong-willed people like Wen Tianxiang and Lu Xiufu can't help but be moved, and countless soldiers are in this song, their eyes are blazing and murderous.

"Heroic Spirits, go." Ye Yingwu muttered, and then motioned to Su Liuyi, Su Liuyi rubbed the wooden card over and over again with his hand, and finally gritted his teeth and made up his mind, and nodded slowly.

The two of them took another step forward, inserted the wooden sign into the small pit that had been dug, and then retreated respectfully, letting the wooden card stand straight there, proudly pointing straight at the blue sky.

"If you are fortunate in this life, you must re-erect the stone monument to sacrifice to you." Ye Yingwu said loudly, and actually bent down at the mound.

With Ye Yingwu's big bow, although he knew that Yu Lifa was not in harmony, Su Liuyi did not hesitate and followed. Lu Xiufu, Wen Tianxiang, Jiang Ho and many generals also acted in unison.

Seeing the commanders paying such a big salute to the soldiers who died in battle, the Song soldiers were in awe, and at the same time, they had already made up their minds to fight for Ye Zhijun. It is indeed a blessing in this life to be born to be such a commander.

At this moment, a sentry rode a fast horse from a distance, and the sound of the horse's hooves seemed extremely lonely and loud in the field that had gradually calmed down.

Ye Yingwu and Su Liuyi subconsciously glanced at each other, and their brows furrowed slightly.

The sentry rode in front of the army, and rushed straight in front of Ye Yingwu before jumping off the horse, the young soldier's face was already a little pale, the beads of sweat on his forehead rolled down one by one, and he immediately fell to one knee on the ground, not daring to speak.

"What the hell is going on?" Ye Yingwu was shocked in his heart, such a situation is obviously not a good thing, but now in front of countless soldiers, it is already difficult to ride a tiger, "The whole army is here, if there is any important news, it doesn't hurt to say it." ”

After hesitating for a moment, the sentry said loudly: "Envoy Qiqi, report from the front, the Mongolian naval division has received reinforcements and poured out, and General Zhang, the commander of the two Huaishui divisions, is afraid that the battle will be unfavorable, so he urges Jun to speed up and lead the victorious army northward, in order to intercept the defeated army of the Tartars on the south bank of the Han River." ”

Ye Yingwu gasped, and the generals next to him also turned pale with a sinking face.

However, this situation is also normal to think about, to be honest, they didn't expect that the battle of Macheng would be such a big victory in the end, and Zhang Shijie was even more impossible, so he must have led a light army to rush forward, wanting to cut off the grain route, in order to reduce the pressure on the frontal battlefield in Macheng, but now he ran into the Mongolian sailor who wanted to rescue Ah Shu back to the north bank with red eyes.

"Our army is a division that has been tired for a long time, how can it withstand a hundred miles of pursuit, and once the Mongolian Tartars set up an ambush along the road or even turn around to attack us, they are on the horse, and their physical strength will definitely be better than that of a certain subordinate ・・・・・・" Su Liuyi's brows tightened, Anjijun could be said to be really broken this time, and he really didn't want any more casualties.

And for Su Liuyi and most of the battlefield veterans, being able to repel the Mongol Tatars on the plain is already a rare victory, there is no luxury hope of being able to wipe them out, and now it is just an unattainable dream shattered, to be honest, there is really nothing to be sad about, but because the Mongol Tatars are indeed going north and a little lax.

There is more than one person with this mentality, even Jiang Hao and Wang Jin, who have always been eager to fight, after experiencing such a bloody battle, looking at the fewer and fewer soldiers under their command, they didn't dare to speak.

Morale, what about morale?

In fact, what Ye Yingwu cares about is not the feelings of these generals, but the feelings of the soldiers under his command, as long as the morale is still there, even if the generals oppose Ye Yingwu, they can rely on their official authority and incorruptible tongue to let them obey, but if the morale is gone, no matter how Ye Yingwu is agitating, it is just in vain.

The morale was sufficient, and the Red Army in summer clothes could also travel 25,000 miles; The morale is low, and the well-armed ** is not a fallen flower that has been beaten for thousands of miles.

Ye Yingwu turned around and looked at the neatly lined up soldiers. The voice of the sentry just now was quite loud, and they must have heard it clearly, even when the high-ranking generals hesitated.

With a faint smile, Ye Yingwu's opposition to Su Liuyi was undeniable, and he waved his hand to stop a few generals who wanted to jump up and speak, and said loudly: "That's it, soldiers, I guess you have all heard the situation." There are only two roads ahead, one is to pursue, which may wipe out the whole army, or it is possible to fight for a lifetime of wealth; The second is to rest on the spot, there is no risk, no need to rush, and it is very safe. I want to hear your opinions today, so I can say whatever I want. ”

For Ye Yingwu's whimsical idea, Su Liuyi and the others were stunned, but there was also silence below, and after a long time, a ten-year general shrank his head and said: "Enlighten the envoy, the envoy really wants to listen to our opinions?" ”

"Say, whatever you say, listen to so-and-so." Ye Yingwu barely squeezed out a warm smile, to be honest, his heart was also very entangled, after all, this is a matter of life and death for the four thousand soldiers, how can he not be cautious.

After hesitating for a moment, the ten generals shouted loudly: "Envoy Qi, the brothers around us all said that we just worshipped the brother who went first, and then we can't continue to hide here with our heads and brains in the meantime. ”

"That's right! Pumping all over the ground to find teeth! Countless soldiers echoed the voice, and it was hard to hide the high fighting spirit flashing on their tired faces.

Wen Tianxiang glanced at Ye Yingwu and said with an indifferent smile: "Congratulations, Ye Yuanjun, the morale is available, and the mourning soldiers will win." ”

Ye Yingwu's final judgment on Wen Tianxiang was undeniable, but he just pressed his hand and quieted down the soldiers: "In this way, including a certain hundred battles, gather three thousand elite soldiers and follow a certain north to pursue, but I don't know the generals, who wants to go?" Who wants to stay? ”

"The last will be with you to the end." Su Liuyi smiled heartily, without the slightest worry when he persuaded Ye Yingwu just now. He was originally such a person, and since he had already decided, he would go all out, regardless of what worries he had.

"A certain general wishes!" All the generals took a step forward at the same time, and the wisps of haze on their faces just now were swept away, replaced by high fighting spirit.

Morale is available, mourning soldiers will win, and the ancients will not deceive me.

Ye Yingwu nodded: "In this way, Brother Song Rui and Brother Junshi, we have to trouble the two of you to sit in the rear." In addition, Zhang Cheng is steady, Zhang Shun is brave and wounded, and the two of you stay in the rear and cooperate with the two brothers. ”

"Obey!" The four of them had no objections and accepted the order safely.

"Ministries, let's go!" Ye Yingwu shouted loudly, and a personal guard had already led the horse.

The red flag was raised high, the swords and guns were once again in a forest, and the sun shone brightly. This time, there was no doubt that Bai Zhandu, as a striker, would go on the road first, and the three thousand elite soldiers were quickly selected and followed.

Ye Yingwu and Su Liuyi's generals stood proudly in the army, hunting and hunting in the wind.

This heroic division, which has just been fought bloodily, has once again embarked on an unknown journey.