Meng Gong set up his fleet on the Han River, and all the warships opened fire at the Mongolian boats. Not only cannons and muskets, but also rockets and iron guns for ignition, the firepower of the Song army naval division was originally superior to the Mongolian army, so when Shi Tianze commanded the ships, he repeatedly emphasized that he had to engage in hand-to-hand combat with the Song people, because the southerners were cowardly and often lost in hand-to-hand combat. However, the firearms of the Song army were sharp in the distance, and even the Mongolian army's shooting magical powers were often lost. However, today, the ships and rafts that blocked the Song army naval division in the upstream were all bombarded by fierce firepower. The ships that were rushing to cross the Mongolian army were crowded with soldiers and horses. In order to pass as many troops as possible, many war horses were not even able to transport them. The loaded fishing boats and rafts were heavy and difficult to move, and they must not compete with the flexible Southern Dynasty navy.

As the fishing boats and rafts caught fire and burned, they floated downstream like floating duckweed in the river. The river was filled with drowning Mongolian troops, and the south bank of the Han River was filled with Mongolian soldiers who had no boats to cross, but Zheng Yunming's offensive attack from Xiangyang was not reduced by half.

"Put up all the firearms and bomb them hard!" Yang Xuan waved his waist knife in his hand, commanding the musketeers and gunners of the Tulong Army to put General Zhu and the musketeers on the periphery of the Mongolian camp. Once the Mongolian army dared to rush up, they would shoot fiercely. Ge Huai and Wang Deng each led an army into the camp. Between the tent and fences, the Song army's infantry and Mongolian cavalry broke into each other and went into chaos. This was the best situation for Zheng Yunming. The Mongolian army had completely lost the ability to counterattack with cavalry, and the Song army was not short of the number of people. Behind him, the Song army was constantly driving out of Xiangyang City, unfolding to the west under the cover of the Jingchu Army. The Mongolian army's supplies, camps, cannons, fences, they destroyed everything they could destroy.

Except for the hundred guards of the main generals, all the troops under Zheng Yunming had been sent to the front line. Even the clerks, fire-headed soldiers, porters and freighters accompanying the army had picked up the guys they could use and rushed to the front line. The defeat of the Mongolian army was decided. A Mongolian leader of ten stakes and a Mongolian captured 15 stakes alive. No one would have any objection to the money. To be honest, if Lu Xunzhi had not stopped him, even Zheng Yunming himself would have been unable to rush up to catch a few Mongolian soldiers to receive the reward. Anyway, the troops were mixed together, and the real Tartars would not have the chance to use the most terrifying shooting technique to resist. Zheng Yunming also noticed that the reason why he won so easily was entirely due to the large group of Mongolian cavalry suddenly retreating from the front line and fleeing to the Tanxi River to grab a boat and escape.

It was precisely because these cavalry, which was the backbone of the resistance, suddenly retreated from the front, which caused great shock to the Mongolian army. The Mongolian resistance collapsed almost instantly. The Song army pushed forward and divided into several routes to enter the Mongolian army's camps, and began to sweep the Mongolian defenders with a force of sweeping over thousands of troops.

Although it may sound a bit ironic, in Zheng Yunming's eyes, the Mongolian army and the Song army seemed to have reversed their positions. Such a one-sided battle seemed more like a replay of Sanfeng Mountain or Yehu Ridge, but the difference was that the attacking party had no horse, and the escape party had nowhere to escape.

And all this reversal began with the powerful performance of the Jiangnan Navy.

He pointed to the thick smoke on the river and said to Lu Xunzhi: "Today's battle will surely leave the name of Dongting gunboats in history!"

This is of course an unquestionable fact. From then on, the whole country knew that the Song Dynasty was not without strong soldiers, and the Dongting gunboat was a powerful enemy that the Mongols could not resist. The strategy of wanting to carry out storm-like cavalry sweeps to deal with the Southern Dynasties like sweeping the Jin Dynasty and the Western Regions countries was officially defeated from this moment.

There was no suspense in the battle south of the Han River, while most of the enemy troops in Tanxi fled across the river by boat. Only two places were fierce fighting. In a wooded by the river, hundreds of soldiers stepped down into a circular formation, formed a shield wall with shields, and iron spears behind. Zhang Rou led more than a hundred archers to shoot to block the Song army, which was like a tide, from approaching.

Although Zhang Rou's assault penetrated Jiao Jin's two teams of defense, it was stopped by Meng Jing's troops who were waiting for the opportunity. What's even more annoying is that Jiao Jin's troops not only did not collapse, but took advantage of the moment when Zhang Rou's hundreds of cavalry were stopped by Meng Jing, they all divided into small teams to cover each other and rushed forward to fight Zhang Rou's subordinates in close combat.

When it comes to fighting alone, Zhang Rou can completely trust his subordinates and not lose to any army, even the most elite Qixue Guards, not to mention that these 500 people are his close confidants and the elite among the elites. But in terms of number, they are no match for the Song people at all. Meng Jing almost gave up the attack on the enemy in front of him, rolled the troops over, surrounded Zhang Rou's hundreds of people, and there were also new forces and horses coming from the periphery of the encirclement. In the circle, the Beiwei Army and Zhang Rou's personal soldiers stabbed each other with long spears, not giving Zhang Rou's subordinates a chance to get closer easily.

But Zhang Degang was not an ordinary person after all. He only used an iron cone gun. Under the cover of Gong Yanhui, a hundred households, he spread out an iron cone gun, and danced like a heavy rain. He was really dead. With his superb martial arts, he fought out a bloody road and hurriedly retreated to the riverside with his defeated soldiers and generals. But the things that could be used to cross the riverside had long been stolen. There were many Mongolian soldiers running around like headless flies by the river.

Zhang Rou anxiously drove away these scattered soldiers and bravely, allowing his subordinates to form a circular formation by the river, and he spread an iron-tied bow and blocked the Song army's pursuit with continuous precise arrows.

After the Song army was frustrated, they immediately changed their tactics, arranged a row of large shields to form a shield wall, spread the tortoise shell formation, and approached Zhang Rou step by step. The Mongolian army's bow shooting completely lost its effect. Zhang Rou shot several arrows at the tortoise shell formation, and found that it could not penetrate the iron shield at all. He sighed and shouted to Gong Yanhui: "Get my iron sword, there are only Yizhou men who died in battle today, and there are no rats who surrendered to Song Gou!"

Gong Yanhui was about to respond when suddenly a team of rafts with Mongolian military flags rushed out in the smoke on the river and quickly approached the place where Zhang Rou was.

"The king has not forgotten you at all!" Gong Yanhui grabbed Zhang Rou's right arm and shouted loudly: "Please retreat quickly, and the pursuer Yanhui is willing to take it!"

Zhang Rou snorted and shouted: "Today's hatred will one day be asked Zheng Yunming to repay ten times. You can stay and kill a few Song Gou, and then return safely for me!"

Gong Yanhui responded loudly, straightened his head, bowed deeply to Zhang Rou, and shouted: "Follow me!" He rushed towards the tortoise shell formation with more than 30 soldiers from the headquarters.

The tortoise shells were rigorous, but when dealing with the attacks of a small group of elite soldiers, they seemed clumsy to deal with them. After Gong Yanhui rushed, the wings of the tortoise shell formation suddenly became chaotic. The soldiers disbanded the formation and began to fight each other. Taking advantage of their struggle, Zhang Rou had the opportunity to take the rest of the soldiers to retreat.

Until the last soldier boarded the raft, Zhang Rou jumped onto the raft. When she turned around, Gong Yanhui and his small team of troops had been submerged in the Song army's sea of ​​people.

Zhang Rou was furious and reached out to grab a horn bow from the soldiers beside her and was about to jump back to the shore to join the battle again. Of course, the guards around her hugged him with all their might. If this brave general really fought back, he would not be able to escape unscathed.

At this moment, a loud noise suddenly came not far from the raft, and the huge water column shook violently on the raft. Several soldiers stood unsteadily and fell into the river.

A fleet of vehicles and ships in the distance had discovered these docked ships on the banks of the river. They were hit by a rock bomb. They were just throwing stones to ask for directions. If they didn't cross the river north immediately, the dense firepower would probably fall on them immediately.

Zhang Rou waved her fist hard and shouted: "Go!"

On the banks of the river, a large group of Song troops had surrounded Gong Yanhui's small troops for dozens of levels. Gong Yanhui stood back to back in circles, supporting each other and confronting thousands of enemy troops. Jiao Jin danced his iron cone gun several times, but was forced back by the enemy with a sharp blade.

In the stalemate of progress and retreat, an impatient voice sounded behind Jiao Jin: "I can't get such a small group of people after fighting for so long. Come and dodge it quickly!"

Jiao Jin snorted unconvincedly and jumped to the side. Liu Zheng, who was full of iron Kai, rushed up against a heavy array-breaking knife. He stretched out his hand and pushed a young soldier behind him hard: "You go first!"

Han Feng was not a handy iron whip, but a short spear for melee combat. At this time, Liu Chi suddenly pushed it to the front. Seeing the officer leading the troops slashed over with a fierce knife, he didn't have time to think about it. He stabbed the officer in the face with a shot. His character was that attack was stronger than defense. Instead of passively resisting, it was better to move first. The length of the spear was originally advantageous. Before the blade on the opposite side was approaching, the tip of the spear must reach the opponent's door.

Gong Yanhui was also surprised. Unexpectedly, there was a young man who was desperate to play in the Southern Dynasty. He subconsciously flashed to the side and suddenly saw a black shadow passing by in front of him, a cold light flashed. Liu Chi, who had already grabbed the position on the side, slashed into his chest with a knife.

"Look, what's so difficult to deal with?" Liu Zheng pulled his knife and said lightly intently: "After all, he's just a reckless man."

He pointed the bloody array-breaking knife forward and shouted loudly: "Follow me! Get rid of all these Tartars from the north!"
Chapter completed!