In the second year of Xiangxing of the Great Song Dynasty (the sixteenth year of Yuan to the Yuan Dynasty), on February 6, the sea off Yashan Mountain...... しw0。

"This battle is won, the southerners have no more troops, and the ten-year campaign will finally come to an end!" Zhang Hongfan thought in his heart looking at the defeated Song army warships and listening to the crying sound from afar. As the son of Zhang Rou, the general of Mengyuan, he was ordered to lead the old division of Li Pu to fight the Song Dynasty in the sixth year of the Yuan Dynasty, and it has been ten years now. In the past ten years, he has fought in the north and south, from Xiangyang to Lin'an, from the Yangtze River to the sea, and has continuously achieved victories, and now he has finally achieved complete success, and he is extremely happy in his heart. How many people have been able to enjoy the merits of destroying the country throughout the ages? As a military general, Zhang Hongfan naturally had the idea of leaving a name in his heart, so that future generations could remember his great cause!

"Qiankun Qiu is older, listen to the drum horn, and the sound of the strong side.

The horses are heavy in the mountains, the boats are across the sea, and the tigers and whales are killed.

Laughing into the miasma, looking at the luke, to clarify in one fell swoop.

Repay the ninefold holy virtues and pity the people from all over the world.

A short pavilion after farewell, and the cold day promotes the trip.

The green sleeves stop the cup, the red dress lives and dances, and there are words to listen to.

Peng Yi is not lifted high, and the sky is swept to the south and the north of the sun.

When I returned, the begonias greeted each other in the wind.

"Bang Bang! Good words, good words! It's a pity that what you did is inhuman, it's a pity, it's a pity!" Just thinking about it, Zhang Hongfan suddenly heard a chanting sound in his ears, which clearly came into his ears in this chaotic battlefield. And after the chanting, it was followed by high-fives and admiration, and a few regrets in succession.

Hearing the sound, Zhang Hongfan's heart suddenly sank, and he slowly turned his gaze. Six years ago, in the battle of Xiangfan, the Mengyuan army was about to win a complete victory, but because of this person's singing, the martial arts people in Xiangyang City broke through, not only did they fail to achieve complete success. There are also many troubles in the follow-up. At that time, although Zhang Hongfan did not go out because he was injured during the attack on Fancheng, he heard this person's voice in the army, and he has never forgotten it. Especially after being repeatedly assassinated by people in the rivers and lakes for several years. This is especially true in his heart.

"General Zhang, I met here today. What a coincidence!" Zhang Hongfan looked intently, only to see a Taoist priest in a purple Taoist robe embroidered with a Taiji diagram standing on the bow of the boat and saying to himself. This person's tone is soothing, making people unconsciously relaxed, as if he is really doing homely.

However, the more this is the case, the heavier Zhang Hongfan's heart becomes, after the battle of Xiangfan, he has asked for information about this person. But when he asked and asked, he only knew that the other party was strong in martial arts, but he was unpredictable in his actions. If this person does not care about the survival of the Song Dynasty, many anti-Mongolian things in the rivers and lakes have his shadow, but if he cares, he has never come to the forefront. Zhang Hongfan thought about it, and it has been difficult to find out the true thoughts of the person opposite, but it is certain that now that this person somehow touched the boat during the war, it must be dangerous.

He has been fighting for many years and is the commander of the first army. Zhang Hongfan's mood is unusual. Although he was a little apprehensive in his heart, he still suppressed his thoughts, and not only did he not show any abnormality on his face. He also stopped the pro-soldier next to him who was about to pull out his weapon, and said: "But the sword god Fang Zhenren, I don't know that the predecessor is here, I haven't met him from afar, forgive my sins, forgive my sins!" said that he bowed slightly and bowed down to the other party, as if he was responding to the family practice just now. In the face of the world's number one master who is rumored in the martial arts, although he thinks he has some courage, he definitely has no intention of defeating the other party. Don't dare to make other small moves. On that day, Fang Zhixing sang a sad song, intimidating hundreds of thousands of people. Although Meng Yuan's army was prepared for this later, Fang Zhixing never used it again. But Zhang Hongfan can also be sure in his heart that the world's number one master in front of him is definitely not the enemy of these dozens of people around him, even the hundreds of people on the entire boat. Otherwise, the other party would not have swaggered in front of him.

"Real person, senior, General Zhang is polite, but he doesn't dare to be poor. Looking at Zhang Hongfan, who bowed down, Fang Zhixing didn't help him up, and seemed to smile rather than smile. He came to Yashan today, originally just to watch this famous naval battle and witness the defeat of the Great Song Empire. But after hearing the news that Wen Tianxiang was in the Yuan army, he followed the search for it. In the battle, it was already extremely chaotic, Fang Zhixing's martial arts were extremely high, and under the groping, he unknowingly approached the flagship of the Meng Yuan Water Division, and boarded it to investigate. The words he chanted just now were seen in the cabin when Wen Tianxiang was searched, and they were made for Zhang Hongfan.

Before Fang Zhixing returned the gift, Zhang Hongfan didn't care in his heart, Yi Yiran stood up and said: "The predecessors are too modest, my teacher often learns from Mr. Yishan, Mr. Yishan and Puzhao Zhenren are close friends, Fang Zhenren is Hongfan's predecessor!"

"Senior Brother Xuantong, Mr. Yishan, I also said it in the past, well, the poor Dao is also the predecessor of the general, haha!" Hearing this explanation, Fang Zhixing looked at Zhang Hongfan, and suddenly smiled. Zhang Hongfan learned from Hao Jing, Hao Jing taught Yuan Haowen, and Yuan Haowen and Fang Zhixing's elder brother Xuan Tongzi are close friends, from this point of view, the two can really have a relationship. Decades ago, Fang Zhixing was rescued by Xuantongzi, and was recommended to Zhongnan Mountain through him and became Hao Datong's disciple. For the sake of these people fighting for the title of Puzhao real person for his senior brother who has been seated, Fang Zhixing also needs to recognize Zhang Hongfan's "senior".

Hearing that Fang Zhixing recognized himself as a junior, Zhang Hongfan was slightly happy in his heart, but he still didn't dare to be careless, and said carefully: "The boat is simple and slow, it's really a bit rude, dare to love the seniors to go ashore and talk about it, so that the juniors can do their best." "He has been in officialdom for a long time, and the city government is also very deep, and he has done enough to be a junior in his words.

Fang Zhixing waved his hand and said, "No need, I'm here to find Mr. Wenshan this time, I don't know where he is, can you please see him?"

"Prime Minister Wen, this ......" Zhang Hongfan hesitated slightly, although his life was important, but Wen Tianxiang was also arrested, and it was Kublai Khan who pointed out that he wanted to escort Dadu, seeing that Fang Zhixing seemed to have the intention of saving this person, he naturally hesitated in his heart. As a Han Chinese, even as the commander of this war, Zhang Hongfan was far less wishful than it seemed to outsiders, as can be seen from Kublai Khan's appointment of Li Heng, a descendant of the Western Xia clan, as the deputy commander.

"What, is there any difficulty?" Fang Zhixing glanced at Zhang Hongfan and said lightly. He came here just for Wen Tianxiang, but he didn't have much interest in Zhang Hongfan, a dying man, but if the other party was not interested, he didn't mind using some means.

Swept away by Fang Zhixing's indifferent eyes, Zhang Hongfan's heart suddenly stirred, and he could hardly control himself. At this time, he really understood that although Fang Zhixing's words were kind, his own life was actually in his hands, and he didn't dare to hesitate at the moment, and said to a personal soldier: "Go, invite Prime Minister Wen over, you must be polite!" (To be continued)