The Han River is as calm as ever, just like the old fisherman sang thousands of years ago. The water of the waves can be clear, and the water of the waves can be muddy to my feet.

This water from heaven flows slowly southward.

And countless naval warships, with flags covering the sky and white sails covering the sun, one going down the river and the other going upstream, the saber rattling, the forwards of the two naval divisions were already less than a mile apart. Of course, the goal of these two sailors has also appeared on the banks of the Han River.

The Mongolian cavalry was not as embarrassed as the Song soldiers imagined, and Ah Shu had already come to his senses on the road, otherwise he would not have issued several urgent orders in a row, so that the Mongolian sailors hurriedly withdrew the grain ships that were almost in the mouth of the tiger, and set out in the nest, not hesitating to expose the seamless Dong Wenbing sailors who had been hidden, and they would fight hard to take Ah Shu back to the north bank.

Although Zhang Shijie is the second knife of water warfare, his subordinates like Xia Song and others are all veterans here, plus Lord Fan Wenhu has not yet figured out the battlefield situation, and he is also a little self-aware, knowing that his level may not be as good as Zhang Shijie, plus there is an upright old minister Cheng Yuanfeng next to him, so he didn't dare to intervene in the command at will for a while, and let Zhang Shijie and Xia Song calmly mobilize the sailors.

Only more than 10,000 of the 20,000 Mongolian cavalry who had gone south to the south of the Han River alive finally returned alive, and because of the long journey, although the formation was still complete, but in the face of defeat, it was inevitable that morale was low and the soldiers were tired, so Ah Shu did not plan to let these remnants of the defeated army who may still have the strength of a battle to attract the attention of the Song army's sailors, but camped on the spot, obviously ready for both defeats and even their own defeat.

Zhang Shijie and Xia Song already knew that there was still a new force coming in their rear, so they didn't dare to slack off, and while ordering all the troops to go all out, they pulled out more than 20 warships and turned around, in case Dong Wenbing took another sailor to kill when he did not defeat the Mongolian sailors in front of them.

Seeing that the ships on both sides were getting closer and closer, Xia Song couldn't help but sigh with emotion: "If those few sea ships are in hand, even if there are a hundred times more Tartar sailors, I am afraid that it will do much." And although men have been sent to order the whole army left behind to go north along the Han River, it must be too late. ”

"I always think about those good things, but fortunately, the weapons on a certain ship are better than those of the Tartar sailors, and most of the ships of the Tartar sailors are old boats, if the fighters are well grasped, they can eat Zhang Rongshi's sailors before Dong Wenbing's dog thieves arrive." Although Zhang Shijie's brows have not yet been fully stretched, he is really not so worried about the unfavorable situation in front of him, "It's just a pity, even if we win, we will inevitably lose our vitality, and I'm afraid we can only let Ah Shu leave calmly with those remnants." ”

When Xia Song heard this, his face, which was still smiling, was also shrouded in a slight cloud: "Yes, although Zhang Rongshi, an old immortal, is not very good at fighting, he can really be said to be a defensive genius, otherwise he would not have let him hide in Tibet with a thousand sailors for so many years, and there is no way to take him, not to mention that he is in the upper reaches today, which is already easy to defend and difficult to attack." ”

Zhang Shijie did not answer, but swept his gaze over the Mongolian sailors who were getting closer and closer, and was silent for a moment before he said lightly: "The distance is already very close, get ready." ”

"Obey." Xia Song answered, turned around and gestured at the soldiers behind him.

The drum sound of "dong dong" first sounded from this sailor building ship that was not the flagship, and then the other two building ships also beat drums at the same time, the drum sound has not stopped, the whole river surface is covered by the sound of the bed crossbow and the fireball crossbow winding "stabbing la stabbing la", the same sound is heard on the opposite side, but the distance is still far away, and the number of bed crossbows of the Mongolian sailors is far less than the most elite two Huai sailors in the Southern Song Dynasty, so from this direction it sounds, and there is no difference from the sound of the wind.

Unlike Zhang Shijie, who stood proudly on the bow of the ship alone, Lord Fan on the building next to him moved out of the cabin little by little under the arch guard of the layers of guards, but he walked a little forward, and he didn't want to go anymore, and seemed to be ready to escape back to the cabin at any time.

Zhang Shijie frowned, but still shouted across the boat: "How is Lord Fan?" The wind is strong on the river, and the arrows have no eyes, but be careful! ”

Fan Wenhu heard "arrows have no eyes", and his heart trembled, but when he saw the war drums on the boat on one side, an old face immediately became gloomy, and his position was obviously a flagship, but judging from the situation of beating drums successively, Zhang Shijie regarded his own ship as a flagship, and he really didn't have the concept of humility and inferiority, this is a living crime, even if you Zhang Shijie fought a big victory today, as long as those ministers in Lin'an played their role, you can also make you unable to eat and walk!

Just when Master Fan had countless thoughts spinning in his heart, Zhang Shijie had already turned his head and focused his gaze on the front. Afraid that he would lose, several armor soldiers with shields strode forward and protected Zhang Shijie.

The drums were getting faster and faster, and the Mongolian sailors in front of them were gradually moving into range.

"The striker walks, Meng Chong, assault! The rear building ships are all ships, and the fireball crossbow is ready! Zhang Shijie's brows were completely stretched, his hand pressed on the hilt of the sword, and he shouted angrily.

The drums on the high platform of the building ship changed, and Xia Song hurriedly changed to a small boat and went to a smaller warship in front.

With Zhang Shijie's order, more than 40 Mengchong and boat boats at the front moved forward quickly, and the Mongolian sailors were not fools, and it was a God-given opportunity to be upstream, so they hurriedly lit more than 10 fireboats in a row and went downstream.

"I hope it's all you have." Zhang Shijie muttered, and then his eyebrows were threatening, "Fireball crossbows on all ships, release!" ”

Before the words fell, the drums were already beating more rapidly, and they had a unique drum beat. Fireball crossbows shot from more than a dozen large and small ships had already covered the waters through which the fireships were passing, followed by earth-shattering explosions and layers of water waves, several feet high.

"Bed crossbow, put it!" This time, there was no need for Zhang Shijie to give an order, and the Dutou Yuhou on all ships had already issued an order.

The bed crossbow that had been waiting for a long time "banged" at the same time, and the huge arrows were high or low, calmly forming a dense multi-directional strike force, and the lowest had even ploughed through the layers of white waves that had just been set off. Although compared with the winch crossbow that required five oxen or eight oxen to pull in the Tang Dynasty, the bed crossbow in the Song Dynasty was more powerful and simpler to wind, but after all, it also needed enough time.

After all, it is the most elite sailor in the Southern Song Dynasty, and it is also one of the few sailors who have been trained in the war between the two Huai, and the first round of shooting can easily sweep the forward ships of the Mongolian sailors, and some of the giant arrows are even grazed from the top of their own boats, so as to accurately shoot the soldiers on the Mongolian sailors of the same height in front of them, and the subtleties during the period have to be admired.

The same order was issued on the other side, although the ships of the Song army and the sailors quickly erected wooden shields, but after all, it was the giant arrows fired by the bed crossbow, and the wooden shields could barely play a role in slowing down the castration, and as the ships of the Mongolian sailors got closer and closer, the casualties of the Song army began to increase.

Xia Song's flag was slowly raised on the medium-sized building ship, and Xia Song gave an order to the warships around him as soon as he boarded the warship: "Melee combat, take overboard!" ”

The ships that followed closely behind the Walker and Meng Chong also began to pick up speed, and in the meantime the bed crossbow had already completed its second winding, once again firing an unstoppable bolt to clear the way for the charging boats ahead.

"Beat the drums, fight to the death!" Standing on top of the boat with a sword, Xia Song ordered loudly without replying.

The sound of drums behind him shook the heavens and the earth, and countless ships rushed forward, plowing through layers of blue waves, stirring up the peace of thousands of years. Red flags danced against the fierce winds on the river, and countless sailors and soldiers either clenched the hilts of their swords, or skillfully filled their assault rifles with gunpowder, and some were moving back and forth with a small number of thistles.

"Tell Xia Song to fight quickly and save gunpowder arrows." Zhang Shijie looked at the ships of the two sides that were approaching in front of him, and ordered the herald behind him. Such a complex order was difficult to express with the sound of a drum, the herald gritted his teeth and nodded, and a moment later a small boat quickly left Zhang Shijie's ship and headed straight for the sailor ship charging forward.

Walker and Mengchong took the lead in breaking into the defensive formation of the Mongolian sailors, thanks to the bed crossbow of the Song army, there were few people standing on the Mongolian sailors who served as the outer defense, and the Song ships were too lazy to entangle with these sparsely beaten and dizzy enemies, but directly tore apart the defense line of the Walker and faced the slightly larger Mengchong behind.

Three or four small Song soldiers surrounded a Mengchong at the same time, and the sailors and soldiers in the bow of the ship were holding assault muskets or crossbows desperately suppressing the Mongolian soldiers who wanted to come out to stop them, while the Song soldiers behind them skillfully put on the planks or pulled the ropes, and opened the way in front with their muskets or crossbows, shouting and rushing to those Mengchong boats, and some masters of art dared to jump on the low boat gang with a quick jump.

"Get into the water!" Before approaching the peripheral ships of the Mongolian naval division, which no longer had much combat effectiveness, Xia Song took advantage of the fact that the arrows were still few and gave an order, and hundreds of sailors and soldiers wore water and even jumped into the water directly with their bare arms, one by one, like white fish in the waves, rolling on the surface of the water a few times before diving into the water and disappearing.

found from a distance that the Song army sent people into the water, Zhang Rongshi secretly screamed that it was not good, his subordinates were already pitiful, and they had not practiced for a long time, even if they were in the water, how could they resist the Song Army water ghosts who came prepared and were all honed with real knives and guns?

Sighing secretly, this veteran who had tried his best to save a trace of fire for the Mongolian sailor helplessly looked into the distance, Lord Dong Wenbing, you should hurry up and bring someone here, otherwise this bit of strength will really have to be explained here, if there is a strong enough sailor, how can you be afraid of that Zhang Shijie!

The two Huai sailors killed very fiercely, and it was only a short two pillars of incense, and the first walker had even broken through the blockade of the Mongolian sailor Meng Chong, and rushed straight to the building ship that was much taller than himself without fear. Looking at the somewhat damaged but still brand new boat, and then looking at the building boat that has gone through many vicissitudes of wind and rain under his feet, Zhang Rongshi has a feeling of powerlessness, this time I am afraid that I really want to feed the fish in this Han water, but it is a pity that Ah Shu has always been very fond of his own little sailor, if it were not for the urgency of this situation, he would definitely not order Zhang Rongshi to take the sailor out of the camp.

"Follow the old man and kill the Nanban!" Zhang Rongshi gritted his teeth, raised his saber high, and shouted angrily. The Mongolian sailors are called "Mongolia", in fact, all of them are Han soldiers in the north, and now I think that this vigorous water war is still the cannibalism of the children of the Han family after all, how can it not make people feel emotional?

The Mongolian sailors shouted loudly, controlling the last building ship to rush forward, although these building ships are called building ships, but they are all old ships in disrepair, and in terms of size, they are almost the same as the medium-sized building ships led by Xia Song, so this time there is actually a charge that has no return, but none of the soldiers retreated, and none of the warships lagged behind, as if these soldiers who raised their arms and shouted had been integrated with the Mongolia they were about to dedicate themselves to.

This may be the sorrow of the descendants of Yan and Huang.

"I don't know what to do, then I follow your will!" Xia Song's face was also full of hideous looks, as the Mongolian sailors all pressed up, although the Song army and Meng Chong in front tried their best, but after all, the difference in strength between the two sides was there, so they had to give up the prey that was about to arrive, retreat south in a hurry, and form a formation to protect themselves.

Xia Song led more than a dozen building ships to sail quickly from both sides of the Song army's boat, and the fireball crossbow and bed crossbow desperately greeted the main force of Zhang Rongshi's sailor division who was getting closer and closer. Dense arrows struck those slightly thin ships, and countless fire-thistles were thrown from the side of the ship and exploded on the Mengchong deck of the Mongolian sailors!

"Take the board, kill that shameless dog thief who betrayed his ancestors!" Xia Song shouted loudly, personally picked up the divine arm crossbow and aimed at the several buildings in front of him that were already riddled with holes, and pulled the trigger fiercely. As they entered the range of the Divine Arm Crossbow, the soldiers on more than a dozen ships shot desperately, and the dense arrows covered Zhang Rongshi's flagship again and again.

The two sides are getting closer, closer and closer!

"It's leaking, there's someone under the boat!" Along the wind, the panicked voices of the Mongolian sailors were heard, and at the urging of the centurions, many soldiers hurriedly jumped off the boat with swords in their hands, causing ripples.

The Song army's water ghost calmly emerged from the water, and at the same time threw the iron spear in his hand at the building boat that had been swept by arrows again and again, and then pulled out the lancet on his waist to meet the Mongolian sailors who jumped into the water.

Although the Mongolian sailors are also sons of the Han family, they are all water-savvy, but they can't compare to Song Jun, the water ghosts who grew up by the water since childhood, not to mention the work that definitely tests skills such as fighting knives from the water.

Watching his own sons and daughters who were stabbed in the chest and abdomen one by one, and his face was full of horror, Zhang Rongshi finally flashed unspeakable pain, and his eyes became a little dazed when he looked at the Mongolian cavalry phalanx on the shore, and the next moment the Song soldiers who jumped on the boat quickly had already cut down the guards around him one after another, surrounding the white-haired old general.

"Do good things to the end, send people to the west, what is the use of such dogs and traitors?" Before Zhang Rongshi could swing his knife and slash and kill, Xia Song, who was not far away, had already laughed coldly, and the Song sergeant beside him pulled the trigger at the same time without mercy.

Three or four arrows pierced Zhang Rongshi's body at the same time, the white-haired old general's body shook, and he reluctantly turned his head to look at Xia Song, who was getting closer and closer, and the look in his eyes was indeed complicated, Xia Song frowned, why, in that gaze, he didn't notice the hatred that he was already familiar with?

In order to destroy this water division, not only did the Song army's forward suffer heavy losses, but also the remaining arrows were almost consumed. Xia Song frowned and looked back at the back.

The sound of drums sounded again, echoing across the lonely river.

Dong Wenbing's sailor was late, more like a yellow finch that had been enduring and waiting for a long time, looking at the exhausted praying mantis in front of him and eager to try.

And the Mongolian soldiers who were busy camping on the riverbank also sent out their work in their hands, and their eyes invariably converged on the Han River again.

Cicadas, praying mantises, and yellow finches appeared in turn, singing in turn.

And where is the man with the slingshot?

This time, in the end, whose end is it?

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