Huang Tiandang's "Dang." means "a depression with water and grass". In such a place, small boats can enter and exit freely, and medium-sized boats are a bit troublesome. When large boats enter, they must follow a route with a deeper water level in the middle, otherwise they will be easily affected by water grass.

Entangle, advance and retreat.

When Wushu Army was panicked and accidentally entered the storm, several large warships, including the command ship of the central army, were almost stranded by the water and grass silt. If it weren't for the larger ships of the pursuers, they wouldn't dare to enter the storm,

It is estimated that the battle between Huang Tiandang will end long ago - what is the point of fighting the coach who was captured?

The slightly larger warships of the Jin army entered and exited the storm, and they were cleaned up along the water weeds and debris. The deeper water level went straight in and out, and they did not dare to deviate at all. This was also the Song army could only be besieged.

The reason why we cannot take advantage of the water war and go into the storm to kill. After all, once a war starts, the mouse can't care whether to go straight or curved? Most of the Song army is large and medium-sized warships, and once they fall into the storm, the ending is

He was immediately turned over. The Han family army, who is familiar with water war, naturally would not do such a stupid thing.

Therefore, the key to the victory or defeat of the Battle of Huang Tiandang is the word "encirclement". However, all this will undergo a major change on the 22nd day of the first lunar month.

In the early morning, the sky was gray, the river wind was yelling, and there was a slight drizzle. It was approaching Jingzhe, and the wind direction of the Yangtze River had changed from the northwest wind to the northeast wind. Huang Tiandang exited, which was the lower wind.

The Song army was quiet in the chain of water villages on the north bank of the Yangtze River. The torches in the hands of patrollers on the walls emitted a red light in the misty river fog, floating and fascinating, and there was a kind of sadness of a rainy night. One was wearing a hat,

Holding a bamboo stick and a straw raincoat, the uninvited guest who was very close to the background of the mysterious person suddenly broke through the river fog and broke into the sight of the patrolmen.

"Who is coming? Stop! Report your intention quickly, otherwise the arrow will be ruthless."

Facing dozens of cold arrowheads reflected by fire, the visitor stopped, reached into his arms, took out a letter, and signaled to the patrol soldiers.

The letter was quickly sent to the Suijun Records Room. When the record room was opened, it was shocked and reported in a hurry. Soon, several small boats drove out from the west gate of the water village and were quickly swallowed by the river fog.

The visitor was then taken to the Central Army camp, with the generals present. In the middle, the upper head, wearing gilded mountain armor, wide face and curly beard, thick eyebrows and tiger eyes, Han Shizhong, with the unique tough aura of Suide man, stared at him like a torch.

people.

"The person sitting up is the commander-in-chief. Kneel down and meet!" The guards escorted loudly, but were stopped by Han Shizhong and waved his hand to let the guards go out. He looked up and down at the person coming, shook the letter in his hand, and asked, "Who are you?

Who wrote the letter? Are the words in the letter true?”

"Han Zuojun asked a question, like a large army attacking quickly, fast and fierce." The visitor lifted his hat, exposed his shiny bald head and eye-catching scars, and raised his palm as a ritual, "I am a monk who is the governor of Changlu Chongfu Zen Temple. Is it also the monk who is the governor of Changlu Chongfu Zen Temple.

, under the order of Senior Brother Pulun, he came to help the Tianbo Navy Commander Zhang, the Tianbo Navy of the Huotou Lake, who defeated the Jin people, wrote this letter and ordered me to hand it over to the Han Zuojun."

"Tianbo Navy? Zhang Rong?" Han Shizhong nodded, "I heard of that war, Zhang Diwan was also considered a hero. If the news mentioned in this letter really came from his mouth, it would be credible

.However, I will never know Zhang Diwan’s life, and this handwritten book is not something he can write, just a fisherman. How can I win the trust of me?"

Puhui really wanted to say that he saw Zhang Rong bringing a letter with his own eyes, but then he thought, if he hadn't seen him personally, he wouldn't have believed that a strong man from a fisherman family would have no need for a clerk to write quickly on his own.

Right now, he smiled slightly: "Han Zuojun is responsible for his life, death, honor and disgrace, so he should be cautious. I can't say too much, but Han Zuojun is suspected to be useless. Let the facts prove everything."

The "facts." that Puhui said were half an hour later, a rapid report was confirmed by a burst of reports: "Report - the commander-in-chief of the capital, the Jin army was digging the old road of the Laoshen River, and it was only two miles away to dig it through!

”

"What?!" Han Shizhong slapped the table, and the generals under his tent were also in an uproar.

"The commander-in-chief, hurry up and take a detour and intercept the Beilu can't run away!"

"The commander-in-chief, let me lead the army to intercept the attack."

"I'll go..."

"No one can go." Han Shizhong said coldly and poured cold water on the generals. "How can I know that the Jin army will not break through in different directions? Our army is already a small number of ships, and the division of troops will be small, and it is easy to be the enemy.

Besides, it will take at least one hour to detour the mouth of the Laoshen River, but I’m afraid… it’s too late.”

The military tent fell into silence, leaving only a wave of thick and turbid panting.

Han Shizhong stared at Puhui who was standing in the corner of the tent and suddenly said, "Monk, look at the enemy's ships and military soldiers?"

Puhuiheshi replied: "There are sixty warships of all sizes, all of which are fast boats and thousands of soldiers, and they are all good at water."

"Okay! I, Old Han, will believe him once, and hand him over the mouth of the Laoshen River." Han Shizhong said decisively, "As he said in his letter, today the two armies joined forces to block Wushu!"

...

The mouth of the Laoshen River is in the cold wind, nearly 10,000 Alixi, servants and prisoners, like clay men, desperately using wooden barrels, dustpans, shovels, paddles... All the tools that can be used are used to clean the river.

Mud. Anyone who moves a little slower, the ubiquitous whip will come over hard, and immediately the skin will bloom, and then the cold wind like a knife will be blown away, and the sewage will be soaked. Even so, no one's move will be

Dare to slow down, nearly a thousand corpses have fallen in the dozens of miles of river cleared, and no one wants to be the next one...

The death order issued by Wu Shu was "I only need to open the canal, no matter how many people died."

Since the Laoshen River is called "the old way." Of course, it is a ready-made river channel, but it is not effectively maintained for many years. The silt, aquatic plants, reeds and other debris are gradually accumulated, and the riverbed is raised. Over time, it will eventually become blocked and the boat cannot be sailed. That's it.

Abandoned.

As long as the Jin army cleared out the river mud and debris, digged the riverbed about a meter deep, and introduced it into the Qinhuai River, a tributary of the Yangtze River, and the entire old road would restore its original traffic function.

At the 22nd hour, amid the cheers of the Jin army rising and falling, the silt that silted the estuary was finally chiseled open. The torrents burst out from the gap and poured into the Laoshen River. Many of them had no time to climb to the shore.

The temporary river worker was swallowed by a giant in the blink of an eye and rushed to several miles away. The river surface was covered with black and trembling arms. After a while, these arms would disappear weakly into the torrent...

Wu Shu looked at the rolling river and felt like she wanted to cry. This feeling reminded him of the mood when he was lost in the desert and was about to die of thirst, and finally climbed to an oasis.

"Pray to the sky! Sacrifice the flag!" Wu Shu stood upright at the bow of the boat, stretched his arms, and laughed at the sky. There were tens of thousands of golden soldiers living in a desperate situation like thunder.

Monotonous, empty, but full of ancient mysterious rhythms, human skin drumsticks, feather crowns, pink faces, neck ring bone beads, shamans holding secret instruments, and central army dancers who are strongly dancing in the Jiangfeng

Under the crow, while walking around with strange steps, he recited obscure and difficult mantras.

Under the flag, firewood is high and flames are flying in the air. On the left, four naked men, their muscles are bulging, and they are strangling a tall and strong white horse. On the right, on the wooden pillar, a naked body with disheveled hair is tied up.

Woman,

Punishing the white horse and removing the hearts of women. This is an important ceremony for praying for heaven and sacrificing the flag.

The 40,000 golden troops were silent, and only the buzzing prayer of the shamans and priests in the world were heard. At this moment, a sad wail sounded: "Mr. Great Jin Kingdom, nobles, please spare your life! For the sake of Wang's advice,

Go ahead, spare my family's life!"

At this sacred and solemn ceremony, someone jumped out to make trouble, and he really thought he was too old. Several guardian Jin soldiers rushed over like wolves and tigers, beating the disturbers, beating them to their bloody teeth and broken bones

The muscles were broken, dying, and I couldn't speak anymore.

Wu Shu was a little surprised: "Isn't that person the Song Dynasty who offered me a plan to defeat the enemy by blocking the board and rocket the day before yesterday? It seems to be called Wang or something..."

Yelu Mawu behind him said, "Call Wang Yuan."

"Well, Wang Yuan, what did he come to do? What did the woman who sacrificed to heaven have to do with him?"

Yelu Mawu chuckled in a low voice: "It seems that it is his wife, no wonder..."

Wu Shu frowned and said, "Didn't I order to take a woman out of the camp? Why..."

Wushu's Hezha Guard commander said, "I went to the female camp to find it, but... the soldiers in the army were reluctant to leave and said, "It's better to go outside to catch one. Then he went to a town and happened to meet this woman."

Therefore... please forgive the Lord for your sins."

Wu Shu had no expression on his face: "Bring that Wang Yuan up."

Two guards came with Wang Yuan and swung to the ground.

Wu Shu's eyelids drooped slightly, glanced at Wang Yuan, whose mouth and nose were bleeding, and his whole body was twitching, and said lightly: "The offering has been on the altar, and it cannot be changed. For your sake, I have another meal... I will give you another reward.

You two pairs of good satin and the reward the day before yesterday will be enough for you to marry another wife or two more concubines."

After saying that, he waved his hand, as if he drove away a fly. Two guards came over again, holding Wang Yuan left and right, dragging him half a mile away. Then someone threw two satin pieces on him, and the sound of his ears

A sneer was like a sneer: "I'll give you a yellow-faced woman a meal and get two pairs of good satin. This is not a loss for the business. Hahaha..."

Wang Yuan's eyes were swollen and hard to open. Just as he was struggling to get up, he suddenly heard a horse's neighing and mournful cry. Then, a familiar and sarcastic scream came into his ears-

"Yuying—Cousin——"

Wang Yuan screamed to the sky, spit out a mouthful of angry blood, and fell to the ground...

The most part of the ceremony of offering sacrifice to heaven is that Wu Shu personally holds a small knife with a golden handle, cuts his forehead by himself, and then the priest dips his blood and draws a special talisman on his forehead.

Wu Shu, who had another scar on his face, looked indifferent and had a pious expression.

After the ceremony, drums and roars sounded, hundreds of ships traversed, and thousands of sails were all opened.

Break through and start!

At the mouth of the Laoshen River, the Jin army rushed out one by one, looking at the vast Yangtze River in front of them, and they all cried happily and cheered.

Suddenly, someone screamed: "Hurry, look, what is that?"

Amid the terrifying eyes of hundreds of thousands of pairs, the river fog surging in the distance, as if some beast in the cloud was about to break out of the cocoon... Shaoqing, the river fog suddenly broke open, and the hideous dragon head of an iron-colored dragon suddenly came from the thick fog

Point out in the middle.

"dragon--"

"There are monsters!"

"Mom!"

The Jin soldiers were in a mess, and the ships broke out of control and collided with each other, and they blew up and blew up. For a moment, many Jin soldiers fell into the cold and harsh rapids.

The dragon head moves forward, but what appears behind it is not the dragon body, but a warship.

Almost at the same time, the river fog broke open, and countless warships of all sizes emerged from all directions, like giant chains across the river, blocking them towards the Jin army ships.

The dragon head hit the horn and the warship mast was topped, and two banners that stinged the eyes of the Jin soldiers were flying—

The six-glowed red-bottomed Venus Star Tianzhu Military Flag.
Chapter completed!