Altan sat on the largest wooden raft in the center, which was controlled by four local people, each of whom had a soldier of Altan who was forced to force them with knives, and in the middle of the raft was Altan's beloved horse. Many Mongolian soldiers www.biquge.info nervously sat on the wooden rafts, clutching the ropes on the wooden rafts, for fear that they would accidentally fall into the river.

Most of the Mongol soldiers took off their iron armor before making a clever wooden platoon, put it beside them, and planned to cross the river and land on the shore, and then drape it on their bodies, so that if they fell into the water, they could still struggle a few times, and they would not sink to the bottom of the river like a scale.

Although they were nervous, they were not too afraid, because they knew that at least there was no Song army stationed on the opposite side of the riverbank, as long as they landed on the shore, they could give the Song army a fierce blow, each of them thought that they were the warriors of Mongolia, even if they were not real Mongols, just some Semu people or some Khitans, but they still thought that they were the best warriors in the world, no one could be more powerful than them, they felt that they could deal with several Jin soldiers or Song soldiers, So even if they were going to face a Song army many times more than them, they thought they would be victorious under the leadership of Altan...

Victory meant that they would get merit, and it meant that they could get more slaves, more wealth, and more women, so they were a little nervous sitting on the rafts, but they were not afraid, and even a little excited.

"Directly reload grapeshot!" Xie Quan whispered to the herald and ordered...

The herald immediately whispered to the gunner of one of the cannons beside him: "Pass it on, load the grapeshit!" "The so-called grape bullet is also a kind of shotshot, but the particles are relatively large, and they are bandaged with linen cloth and rope in advance, which can be easily loaded into the barrel of the gun at one time, and when fired at close range, the power is huge. The gunners nodded their heads, and then whispered the order to the gunners of the last gun in the array.

After receiving the order, the gunners immediately began to reload in the dark, after a long time of training, let alone loading in the presence of moonlight, even if these gunners are now blindfolded to load, they will never be mistaken, so the dark night has little impact on them, and the twenty light Shenwei cannons were quickly loaded, and the muzzles of the guns pointed directly at the position of the river beach.

Fan Xiaowu had a strong hatred in his eyes, and he supported the long wooden pole in his hand hard, looking at the dozen or so Mongolian Tatars sitting in front of him, his family was killed by these Mongolian Tatars a few days ago, and the remaining little sister who had not yet gone out was also caught by the Mongols in the barracks for a few days in a row, and he was just killed by the Tatars tonight, and he was forced to carry these brutes across the river to attack the Song army...

He had already heard the news that the Song army had sent troops to Fengxiang Road this time, and he was originally a little worried that the Song army would not harm them, but he heard that the Song army promised that after occupying Fengxiang Road this time, they would treat them, the original local people, as the people of the Great Song Dynasty, and would never harm them.

But their family didn't wait for the arrival of the Song army, but waited for the army of Mongolian Tatars, Fan Xiaowu has been biting his lower lip hard in the dark, trying to restrain his emotions, restraining himself from having a seizure, he waited for the raft to sail to the middle of the river, and then started...

He had already made up his mind that when he crossed the river, he would overturn the wooden rafts and drown these Tartar soldiers to avenge his dead family, even if he didn't survive, it didn't matter, anyway, he didn't want to live for a long time, so he said that he would hold the boat, so the Mongol Tartars didn't kill him, and kept him to support the boat for them. Fan Xiaowu's wooden platoon was arranged to the last offshore, these Mongolian soldiers on the boat no longer paid attention to him after tying his ankles with ropes, he held the boat while gently twisting his ankles, the Tartar soldiers who tied the rope seemed to be a little negligent, the rope was tied loosely, his feet twisted in the dark, and he actually got out of the rope, but in order not to let the Tartar soldiers see, he still stepped on the rope with his feet, and in the dark, the Tartars did not pay attention to Fan Xiaowu's body because they were afraid of water tension, or excitement, Instead, they all turned their heads to look at the other side...

Seeing that a large number of wooden rafts drove into the center of the river, Fan Xiaowu cautiously moved his steps without alarming the Tartar soldiers, and rubbed to the back of the wooden rafts.

The Tartar soldiers on the wooden raft felt that the wooden raft suddenly shook, and they all turned their heads to look at the Han boatman at the end of the wooden row, but they were surprised to find that the young boatman, who was still docile like a sheep just now, suddenly picked out the huge pole out of the water, and suddenly shouted: "Beasts! Go to hell! ”

Before he could finish speaking, the long wooden pole in his hand suddenly swung towards the Mongolian Tartars on the wooden raft with the wind in the wind.

The Mongol soldiers, apparently experienced in a hundred battles, were very nimble, and had noticed that something was wrong, so they jumped up together, but they forgot in their nervousness that they were staying on a wooden raft at this time, and it was good to talk while sitting, but when a group of people jumped up together and tried to kill the boatman, they found that they could not stand on their feet at all...

Fan Xiaowu knew that he only had one chance, so when he swung the long pole, he almost used all his strength, swept it over, and hit several Mongolian soldiers.

The Mongol soldiers were already unstable on the wooden platoon, but when he swept them away, they immediately fell down on the wooden platoon, and in the panic they danced with their claws, grabbing whatever was nothing, and as a result, the Tartar soldiers of the wooden platoon were all planted in the water. "Brethren who hold the boat! What are you waiting for? They won't let us go, fight with them! After Fan Xiaowuyi swept a row of Mongolian soldiers into the water, he was pleasantly surprised and immediately shouted to the boatmen around him...

The sudden change made many Mongolian soldiers and boatmen stunned, and some of the boatmen immediately broke out, they actually knew in their hearts that the Mongolian Tatars would not leave their lives after crossing the river, but because there was still a trace of expectation for life, so they forcibly followed the Tatars' instructions to support the row across the river.

When Fan Xiaowu was the first to do this, many boatmen immediately burst out, waving their long poles to beat the Mongol soldiers on their wooden platoons.

The Mongols reacted quickly and immediately began to suppress the boatmen, and even when some of them were still hesitating whether to resist or not, they mercilessly used their knives and guns to cut down the boatmen on the wooden rafts into the water.

After some boatmen fell into the water, because their feet and necks were still tied by Tartars with ropes, they couldn't get out, so they simply desperately got under the wooden rafts, shook the wooden rafts with all their might, and shook some Mongolian soldiers into the water, sinking down and drowning them...

The Mongols stabbed their swords and guns into the water in a panic, and some of them stabbed the boatman to death in the darkness, and some of them accidentally injured their own people, and the river was suddenly in chaos.

Zhou Hao and the three thousand Song soldiers looked at the wooden platoon of the Mongolian army on the river for a while, and listened to the shouts, shouts of killing, angry scolding, and screams on the river, and knew what was happening.

"You can't live if you do your own evil!" A personal soldier standing beside Zhou Hao muttered in a low voice.

Zhou Hao smiled faintly and didn't speak, but he also agreed with this pro-soldier's statement.

The Mongol soldiers on the river were in chaos to solve the rebellious boatmen on the wooden rafts, but many of the rafts were gone, and even the poles were thrown into the river. . .

The Tartars had to busy their comrades who were still struggling on the water, and on the other hand, to the river to fish for the long poles that had been lost by the boatmen, and to control the rafts themselves.

After such a long tossing and turning, they regained their position, stretched out their hands to paddle with knives or other things, and continued to drive towards the opposite bank, but the formation was out of shape.

"Bastard! These damn Han Chinese! If I knew they were doing this, I shouldn't have left them! Altan scolded angrily, fortunately, the soldiers on his wooden platoon were keeping an eye on him, and the four boatmen had no chance to resist, and they were still under their control, but Altan was still not at ease, and directly ordered to kill the four boatmen, let his own soldiers take over, and continue to cross the river by boat...

The river was littered with the bodies of the slain boatmen, but the bright red blood could not be seen on the river in the dark night.

A human head suddenly appeared on the surface of the water far away from the wooden raft, and after Fan Xiaowu wiped the water on his face, he took a breath, and another fierce man plunged down, diving towards a Mongolian soldier who was still struggling on the water.

The Mongolian soldier suddenly screamed, then sank with a grunt, and it didn't take long for Fan Xiaowu to surface again and start looking for a new target in all directions.

Just now he had drowned four Mongolian soldiers alive in the water, but he was almost out of strength at this time, after all, the Mongolian soldiers hadn't given them anything to eat these days, and he had already been so hungry that he didn't have much strength, and after a while, a Mongolian soldier on a wooden platoon suddenly found him, and immediately exclaimed in surprise, picked up the bow on his back, and shot at Fan Xiaowu with an arrow.

Fan Xiaowu took a breath helplessly, dived under the water again, and swam towards the place far away from the Mongolian soldiers' wooden platoon, and the arrow immediately lost its strength when it landed on the water, and then floated on the water.

This kind of chaos delayed Altan for a long time, and after a long period of busy work, the wooden platoon began to gradually land, and some Mongolian soldiers began to land, and then they were busy helping the wooden platoon behind to land, so that more Mongolian soldiers could land ashore.

There was a moment of confusion in the river, some of the Mongols lost their armor, others lost their swords and guns, and when they came ashore, they crowded together in a chaotic manner.

Altan looked around vigilantly, but found nothing unusual, and then shouted for his men to leave the river beach and walk towards the shore.

Zhou Hao coldly watched these Mongolian soldiers walking towards their location in a chaotic manner, and getting closer and closer to them, judging the distance between the Mongolian army and them, until the Mongolian army entered the range of artillery, he inhaled hard and then suddenly spit out a few words: "Shenwei cannon!" Put! ”

These gunners, who had been waiting impatiently for a long time, immediately lit the lighter in their hands together after hearing Zhou Hao's roar from afar, lit the torch that had been prepared long ago, and then the gunner clubbed the torch on the fire door.

In the grass facing the river beach on the side, a series of flames immediately spit out, and the heavens and the earth were suddenly filled with roaring sounds......

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