When these frustrated sailors and the Song army on the shore searched for Mengge, the already alone monarch quietly swam for more than half a mile, watching no one around, and secretly stepped onto the shore. He saw a willow tree dozens of steps west, thick and tall, and a strong man couldn't hold it with both hands. What Mengge urgently needed is a moment of rest. The bumpy journey of escaping, and his physical strength and energy had been exhausted. Even if he was walking a hundred steps forward, he felt extremely difficult. Fortunately, he was not as fat as Ogedei's sweat, otherwise he might have been caught by the enemy.

He stumbled under the willow tree, turned around and leaned on the trunk, gasping for breath. The willow tree was unpaid and its branches were extremely dense. Compared with the beautiful rows of willow trees on the official road outside Zhongdu City, it was like a demon and monster standing by the river. But Mengge didn't care about it at all. He even felt that meeting willow trees here was a blessing for immortality. Genghis Khan started at the end of the day and was invited by his brother Jamukha on the way halfway, and it was entirely due to the red willow forest in the middle road. This battle of the red willow forest, which is well known to everyone in Mongolia, not only allowed Temujin to escape from the disaster, but also caused the prestige of Jamukha to storm. So Wang Han decided to join forces with Temujin and abandoned Jamukha. Therefore, the willow tree is actually a blessing for the Mongolian nation.

This time, is it still a blessing for the Mongolian Khan to successfully escape?

Mengge reluctantly stood up. Whenever he heard Hao Jing telling Kublai Khan the story of the Central Plains, he would probably run alone after one side was defeated. This time he was really running away. At this time, he had to meet a small army from the Song Dynasty and surrender himself. This is a place of right and wrong and should not be kept for a long time. He needed to leave this place as soon as possible. The Mongolian army in Jiangbei desperately infiltrated hundreds of ships to Jiangnan, and there must be ships along the river to cross the river.

Mengge suddenly felt a chill in his heart. He instinctively lowered his head and looked at it. The sharp spear tip had already penetrated his breastplate. He widened his eyes and turned his head to look. Behind him was a trembling boy, holding the handle of the gun tremblingly, wearing an old-fashioned pot-style helmet, and his young eyes were full of fear and nervousness.

He barely turned around. Seeing that he could still move, the soldier was so scared that he abandoned the spear. He trembled and wanted to pull out the knife from his waist, but he couldn't pull it out. In fact, the young soldier was too nervous and had forgotten the pre-war training. At this time, as long as he grabbed the spear and pulled it out of Mengge's heart, Mengge would immediately break his wound and die.

Mongolian Khan Mengge suddenly squirted out a mouthful of blood, and the blood spray splattered on Song Bing's face, and shouted sternly: "That Sinan Siren, report your name!"

The young man was so scared that he took two steps back, and plucked up his courage and said in a trembling voice: "I am Wang Xiaoyi, the guardian of the Ezhou Tujianbei Camp, and I will kill you to rest in peace today."

Brother Meng coughed out two mouthfuls of blood again and shouted: "Who taught you to ambush here!"

Wang Xiaoyi was slightly calmed down and gritted his teeth with courage and said, "My father and mother died at the hands of the Mongolians. Today, the Mongolians suffered a defeat, how could they not take revenge!"

"Absurd!" Meng Ge gasped and shouted: "War is nothing more than killing people and robbing things, otherwise what will happen in war? How can a warrior start a sneak attack from behind!"

He sat down and straightened his body with the last strength: "Put out your knife, cut off my head in front of me and presented it to Zheng Yunming, telling him that the Mongolian Khan did not die at the hands of a coward!"

Wang Xiaoyi shivered for a moment, then said loudly: "I don't believe it! Don't think that you can survive by pretending to be a captain! Thief, take the head honestly!" After that, he raised the shiny waist knife in his hand and slashed at Mengge's neck.

Zheng Yunming walked slowly in the field, and the warriors of various troops flew over like snowflakes. The envoys who announced the victory lined up under the Qingluo umbrella. They killed hundreds of households and thousands of households in a row. They were not enough to be an important contribution. At present, at least five households have been reported to have obtained the head level, and three households have been captured alive. The horses, armor, flags, golden drums, weapons, and ceremonies were countless, and the food, fodder and supplies were piled up like mountains. Just watching the soldiers hanging all kinds of from the Mongolian army.

The jewelry looted from the corpse is enough to show the unprecedented degree of this victory. The nomadic tribes in Mobei use cattle and horses as their private property, and most of the other valuable items are carried with them, so there are many treasures around them. Even though they have become the world's largest wealthy and powerful country, the habits on the grassland are still difficult to correct. It has been legendary in the Song Dynasty that killing a Mongolian soldier can get more than the military pay for three years of military service. Although Zheng Yunming was unwilling to admit it, these are actually the most direct factors for the Song army to fight bravely.

The great victory of the Battle of Ezhou also made the Song army capture more than the original expectations. The best estimates of the staff of the Supervisor's Office were just like the results of the past twenty years. The Song army attacked step by step, using its advantages in weapons and training to create a series of small and medium-sized victory, and then forced the Mongolian army to realize the difficulty of crossing the river and retreat. At most, they took advantage of it when chasing. As for such an unprecedented huge victory, they never dreamed of it. There was no sufficient plan before the war, and the price was the rush after the war ended. Bai Yijie even ignored the war and had not yet ended. The battles of each unit still needed command and coordination, and handed over the task dispatched on the battlefield to Wang Deng, who was riding on a fast ship to the battlefield from the upstream, and went to deal with the issue of confiscation and transportation of the spoils himself.

For today's Song Dynasty, this batch of spoils is by no means a cheap matter that the imperial court said to "take the enemy's food and salary to reward the heroes" in the style of Lin'an vegetable garden. Although Bai Yijie did not realize the plan of supervising the grandfather in a big battle, he knew what the supervisor wanted to do next when he won the battle. For the supervisor's office and Lin'an, he had to carry out the next more grand plan, and this batch of seized materials would play a decisive role.

This importance was even enough to make Zheng Yunming nod and agree that his most important military think tank had temporarily left his post, just when the war was not completely over. In fact, it took some time for the Mongols to be divided and eliminated. Many of the Mongolian troops bravely launched a counterattack. There was even a small army of Dangxiang people who rushed to a distance of only a few hundred steps from Zheng Xianggong. Naturally, they no longer had the chance to kill with one blow like Marshal Nurphy, and were soon crushed by elite cavalry and infantry. Although the war was about to end, Zheng Yunming still meticulously performed the duties of the Supervisor Office. This was originally his style of military use, and everything must be done well. There are more than tens of millions of things waiting to be handled on the battlefield, but the important thing is to first explore the situation in Ezhou.

Ezhou City was personally deployed and constructed by Zheng Yunming in charge of Jinghu. He knew every brick and tiles of Ezhou, and even knew better than Xiangyang, the base he was stationed in. However, when he saw the whole picture, Zheng Yunming could hardly recognize it. The brick wall, which was said to be difficult to overcome by thousands of people, had long been broken, and was far from enough to describe the tragic situation of the city wall. If you want to describe it, you can only describe it as a small piece of ruins that occasionally existed in a pile of rubble.

"Unexpectedly, the power of the Shenwu cannon is here." Xu Yuanjie, who was walking behind Zheng Yunming, sighed casually. As a current backbone official in the Song Dynasty, he personally went to the front-line organization headquarters with an important position as the Minister of War, in order to fully ensure the huge military needs of the front-line army. It is no exaggeration to say that this is not a war that won by courage and wisdom, but a war that won by strong national strength and materials, just a bow and arrow that has retreated to the secondary front.

More than 1.7 million gunpowders were consumed, not to mention gunpowder. A gunpowder transport ship transporting gunpowder came from Jiangnan. In less than a cup of tea, the frontlines were divided into all parts that were urgently demanded. The rest, such as armor, gold drums, flags, swords and guns, medicines, camps, etc., were huge in number. According to Zheng Yunming's joke on Xu Yuanjie, "Even 100,000 kilograms of malt sugar was prepared. If I could not defeat the Mongols, I would be the most incompetent prime minister in the world."

But Gauss did not buy the Xu Shangshu, who had made great contributions. He said bluntly: "If the Ministry of War had noticed that the Mongols were casting such a magical object a few years ago, wouldn't it be better to study the means of cracking it?"

"This monster is not on the head of the military." Zheng Yunming pointed to the official road outside the city. The official road filled with stones and mud was originally flat like a mirror. At this time, it was already full of potholes and could hardly be carried out: "Things that break the road like this can be powerful, even if they are powerful, how can they be of great use in field wars? Those copper and iron monsters pulled by dozens of pack horses are already behind this era. In the future, they will inevitably be the world of standardized cannons and medium-light field cannons. Things like Shenwu cannons will never appear on the battlefield in the future."
Chapter completed!