The Liao army warships were in chaos. During the crowds and collisions, many small boats were overturned by large ships. The Han and Jurchen sailors screamed and jumped into the river. The chaos of the Liao army's navy was getting bigger and bigger like a snowball. The Song army's navy's artillery shells continued to fall into the chaotic Liao army warships, and blood and broken wood chips continued to churn on the river surface. More and more warship generals ordered their own orders to retreat upstream.

Wanyan Zongbi's face changed drastically. He didn't care about the difference between the upper and lower levels, and personally shouted to the flag-plaque officer on the warship's scheming battle, "Give orders quickly, don't retreat, don't retreat!" He ran to the boat building and shouted at the drummer, "Beat the drum, beat the drum quickly, don't retreat!"

Wanyan Zongbi pulled out the precious sword with his waist, and the blue veins on his forehead were exposed, and his face looked very ferocious and terrifying, like a crazy tiger.

"Don't retreat!" His voice was hoarse and terrifying, like a wounded tiger.

The subordinates looked at him in fear. On the flagpole, the flag plaque officer waved the flag desperately, and the drummers pounded the attacking drums with all their might. However, the booming cannons overwhelmed the drums, and the black smoke on the river made people unable to see the flags. The Liao warships that were retreating in front of them did not even notice this, because Ezhou had been firing artillery towards the river, and most of the Liao warships still chose to go through the waterways they took when they attacked, leaning against Hanyang on the middle of the river. The Liao warships had thousands of warships, scrambling to retreat, and the channel seemed narrow. Looking from the head of Hanyang, the river was covered with large and large warships. At this moment, the east wind was blowing strongly, and the Liao warships were all covered with sails and retreating upstream with the help of the wind.

Zhao Xingde was watching all this at the head of Hanyang City. A trace of pity flashed in his eyes and said in a deep voice: "Fire the cannon!"

At the Phoenix Mountain, Liu Zhijian squatted on the edge of the cannon and lowered his body. He kept staring at the river and clenched his fists. Seeing the flag shaking on the west city wall, Liu Zhijian suddenly jumped up and shouted: "Everyone has it, fire the cannon-"

The artillery battalion has the highest status in the Baoyi Army, with the highest food and salary. Almost all the officers above the artillery commander were trained by Zhao Xingde. When he went to Ezhou this time, he planned to show his strength, but was detained by Henghai Army on the water for several days, and then he was hidden in the Phoenix Mountain Camp. He was not allowed to fire a rash shot. Everyone was so excited that they could smoke. At this moment, the artillery commander waved his fists almost at the same time: "Fire the gun!" The gunner lit the lead, which could also be cut short. After a moment, the artillery fire was thrust into the enemy ships on the river. The artillery battalion had superb artillery skills and aimed at them for a long time. There were dense enemy ships on the river, which was actually the top ten.

"Boom-Boom-Boom-Boom-"

"Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom"

"Bang--"

A shell hit a mast made of thick wood, and the mast broke. The strong wind blew the gray sail, spinning half a circle in the air, and then creaked toward the deck. The mast fell on the deck with a "boom", and several sailors were buried under the mast and sail. The front section of the mast even extended a long section to block the deck in front of another warship.

The shells fell one after another into the crowded Liao army warships. The chaos was used to aggravate the chaos. Countless shells landed on the decks of Liao army warships in arcs. Some smashed the decks through the slippery decks, and some rolled and jumped on the slippery decks, carrying countless flesh and blood. The sailors would rather the shells penetrate the decks to harm the bottom cabins, or even sink the ships. The jumping was a massacre for the people on the decks, and there was no chance of jumping, but once they appeared, it was impossible for people to hide. Wherever they passed, there were broken limbs and broken arms everywhere, and blood flowed along the decks. The sailors screamed loudly, walking around like headless flies. Some warships rushed to the shallows in panic, and the sailors jumped into the river and swam towards the shore. Near the river bank near Hanyang, there were fluttering splashes everywhere.

"Quick, hurry!"

"Shake it!" "Shake it to the left!" "To the right, to the right!"

"Slower half sail!" "Swing the rudder, turn the rudder!"

On the Liao army warship, all the officers were shouting loudly. The Jurchen officers pulled out their scimitars and stood beside the helmsman. Under the dense and continuous bombardment of heavy artillery in Hanyang City, every moment they stayed was death. Almost everyone ignored the dispatch of the central army and tried their best to make their ship snatch a way out of the mess. However, the result of this made the whole situation even more chaotic. Some warships behind turned toward Ezhou, preferring to circle around and endure artillery fire at the Ezhou city than to walk closer to Hanyang.

Heng Haijun led the ship, Han Shizhong stood on the boat building and slapped the railings, shouting downwards: "Catch up! Fire the cannon, fire the cannon!"

He wished he could go up the sails and row the oars himself. The sailors who had just taken a breath did not dare to be negligent, so they quickly pulled up the cables and raised the sails to the top of the mast. At this time, the gunners on the deck shook regardless of the hull. Some people tried their best to stabilize the position of the gun mount with the cables, while others were busy loading ammunition. The gunman corrected the direction of the muzzle, ignited and fired the gun!

"Happy!" Chen Dong looked at the battle on the river and shouted loudly, "Beat the drum to cheer for the heroes of the Song Dynasty!"

"Dongdongdongdongdongdongdong" sounded the war drums, resounding throughout Ezhou.

In Ezhou City, most people hid in their houses to avoid disaster. When they heard the loud drums outside, Zhao Huan was both frightened and nervous. He stood up from time to time, through the carved window, he looked at the black smoke rising outside the city, sat down, lowered his head and thought about his own thoughts, not knowing how the war was going on outside.

Zhou He and Li Ruoxu stood at the lower head. Zhou He frowned and reported: "Ezhou has become a dangerous place. Before the Liao army has launched a large-scale crossing of the river, we will protect His Highness and go to the south to avoid it."

"No," Zhao Huan raised her head suddenly, biting her lip and whispered, "I can't leave here."

"Soldiers are in danger," Zhou He retorted: "Even if your highness stays in Ezhou, it will be useless."

"But," Zhao Huan raised his head and said firmly, "The more dangerous the Ezhou is, the more I want to stay here." She blessed her, turned her head and looked out the window, and said quietly, "Since the Liao Kingdom invaded the south, the Central Plains have been in trouble. I don't know how many people died. If it weren't for Lord Chen, Mr. Zhao, General Han, General Yue and others, the Liao army would have swept the southeast. The war was dangerous, Zhao Huan was very scared, but I also knew that the hope of the revival of the Song Dynasty was in the city of Ezhou. The war was dangerous, weren't Mr. Chen, Mr. Zhao and others afraid? Are there no fears for the many soldiers and people inside and outside Ezhou City? They were all stayed, why can't I stay?" Zhao Huan finished speaking so many words in one breath, blushed his ears, stroked his chest and gasped slightly, and looked at the black smoke rising outside the city. She bit her lips tightly, and her eyes were filled with crystal light, which made her look even more stubborn.

Zhou He sighed, nodded, and stopped persuading each other. He patted Li Ruoxu on the shoulder, signaling him to retreat with him and leave His Highness in the room. Carefully closed the door, Zhou He turned around and sighed to Li Ruoxu: "The ancestors of the Great Song Dynasty beat everyone in the world with a stick. Who would have thought that after a hundred years, it's a pity that Your Highness is not a man, otherwise." He sighed and didn't say "Otherwise", what would happen if he didn't say "Otherwise".

Zhou He changed the topic and told Li Ruoxu some of the contacts between His Majesty and the princess to Li Ruoxu. After Zhao Qi's imperial guard arrived in Ezhou, he sent an envoy to visit Zhao Huan and asked her to move her to the imperial camp to live. However, Zhao Huan had never made any progress on the grounds that the city of Ezhou was strictly prohibited. At present, Zhao Ke was still detained by the Liao army in Bianliang, and the general situation in the world was not decided. Zhou He was in his heart and did not want Zhao Huan to stand completely on Zhao Qi's side, so he vaguely supported Zhao Huan's decision. Although Li Ruoxu's thoughts on Zhao Huan were well hidden, he could not hide them from Zhou He's eyes, and he was also happy to do so. Although Zhou He was born in the Imperial City Department, he was always a martial artist and had some unintelligible understanding of the situation in the court, so he asked Li Ruoxu for advice, and had the intention of treating the new top scholar as his counselor.

The sound of cannons outside Ezhou City gradually lowered, and the river was full of wreckage of warships, and floating corpses were seen everywhere.

The Heng Navy and the Southeast Navy chased each other, and the Yangluobao Navy also sent troops to intercept and kill the Liao army navy. Wanyan Zongbi's subordinates fought and retreated all the way, retreating from the river to the Han River. The Wuhu River was densely covered with forks, and the Liao army built artillery towers on the high ground on the lakeshore. Han Shizhong chased him here before he was withdrawn. After this battle, the large ships of the Liao army navy were almost half lost, and the large warships with large hulls with large hulls and slower ships suffered heavy losses and were unable to invade the downstream in a short period of time. Han Shizhong also commanded the Song army's artillery ships to fire at the Liao army camps along the coast, forcing the Liao cavalry and infantry to leave the river bank two or three miles away.

There are hundreds of thousands of people in the city of Ezhou, and the scholars and scholars are interested in discussing it. Over the past few months, even those who are doing small business on the streets know that the natural danger of the river is the key to whether Ezhou can defend it. Without the benefits of the navy, it is almost impossible for the Liao army to conquer Ezhou. The great victory of the Song army's navy was passed back. That night, the lights were decorated in Ezhou. The people were all glad to escape. Some people established the tablets of immortality for generals such as Han Shizhong and Zhao Xingde. Some scholars wrote a letter to ask the Prime Minister's Office to grant the two generals Han and Zhao as deputy envoys of the Privy Council, add the military power of the two generals, and reward the meritorious soldiers. Compared with the city of Ezhou, the atmosphere in Hanyang City is much more complicated. The defeat of the Liao army made people feel relieved. Some undercurrents that were originally suppressed in the southeast camp surged.

When Zhao Xingde saw the battle formation, he immediately warned all the generals not to relax because of victory. Before sunset that day, the Baoyi Army and the thousands of musket battalions of Zhenzhan entered Hanyang City, all of whom were elites who could fight against the Liao cavalry in the field. The moon was dark and the wind was high. Zhao Xingde inspected the city defense as usual, and Ouyang Shan personally led the fangs to protect him. When he arrived at a corner of the city, Zhao Xingde looked into the distance. The lights on the river were much dimmer than they had been a few days ago, and it looked particularly desolate.

"If there are a few more battles like today, the Liao Kingdom will never get up again." Zhao Xingde took a deep breath of cool air. When there was no one else, he showed a hint of relaxation. "When the battle is over, what do you think?" Ouyang Shan's heart moved. Zhao Xingde had never asked such a question before.

"Sir." Ouyang Shan hesitated, "There are some rumors recently, and it seems that Mr. Cao is recruiting soldiers in the camp."
Chapter completed!