After traveling through time, I became Han Zhang’s grandson?

Chapter 153 Flooding the Three Armies!!!

There are beautiful rivers and streams at the foot of Liupan Mountain, and the dreams of the two Song dynasties make me heartbroken.

If you ask what the future holds, I dare not wait for the passing of time...

What did the Second Battle of Haoshuichuan mean to people in the era after the Song Dynasty?

I guess many people would give the answer: the beginning of the Song Dynasty's hegemony.

Perhaps it would also have contributed to the thorough formation and rapid development of the commodity economy in the Song Dynasty, as well as the beginning of the sprouts of capitalism.

Naturally, there are also experts in many fields such as politics, economy, culture, and military.

Of course, there are also Western names such as the Center of the World, the Holy Land of the East, the Empire on which the Sun Never Sets, and the Beacon of the World.

In short, for later generations, the dream of returning to the Tang Dynasty is for the brilliant Chang'an illuminated by the Kaiyuan era.

The reason I dreamed of returning to the Song Dynasty was because of the beautiful picture of Bianjing depicted in the painting Along the River During the Qingming Festival.

Although the two have similarities and differences, they both carry a deep sense of regret, which is the majority of people's feelings about history.

For people who lived in the Song Dynasty, this was a magnificent and unforgettable period.

In early April of the seventh year of Jiayou in the Song Dynasty, the Battle of Haoshuichuan by the Deshun Army in Qinfeng Road of the Song Dynasty came to an end. In the distant city of Bianjing, another year of imperial examinations slowly began in the Gongyuan.

However, this time most people's thoughts were not on this rare opportunity to make a breakthrough, but instead they were paying attention to the outcome of the Second Song-Xia War.

Among the more famous tribute students this time were Lu Haoqing, the grandson of the former prime minister Lu, Qi Xiaoer from the Duke of Qi's Mansion, Liang Liulang from the Earl of Yongchang's Mansion, and Feng Ge'er from the Sheng family in Jiying Lane.

Apart from the distinguished Duke of Qi's Mansion and the Earl of Yongchang's Mansion, the remaining two are one who is considered a representative of a civil servant family, and the other who has been hotly discussed because of Han Ming and Lu Haoqing.

In a nutshell, it’s lively, but not many people take it seriously.

After all, the war on the border is still in full swing, and the entire Song Dynasty is waiting for the result in a dull manner.

Turning our attention back to the battlefield of Haoshuichuan, with one side deliberately doing it and the other side feeling that they had victory, the Song army that had originally surrounded Mo Zang Xiling and Xifeng Buyi was suddenly surrounded and trapped in the heavy siege of the Western Xia.

The two sides seemed to be repeating the first Battle of Haoshuichuan. In the back and forth fighting, the Song army, which had a high winning rate, fell into a deep disadvantage again.

The Western Xia army, which had a low winning rate, inexplicably occupied the high ground and gained an advantage.

As the war progressed, no one reacted to this strange phenomenon, except for Duke of England Zhang Wenbi and Yang Wenguang.

. . . . . .

The Song army, which was cultivating land far away on the hillside of Liupan Mountain, finally received the last batch of supplies from Longgan City.

Looking at Chen Han who was following Jing Yu in a hurry, Han Ming couldn't help but chuckle.

"How did you get to the front line?"

Chen Han smiled bitterly, sweating profusely: "Don't you know you need it urgently?"

"These things have turned Longgan City upside down. We can't let the people down."

"If I don't win this time, I'll quit my job as a fortune teller and pack my bags to go home and farm!"

Chen Han's slightly self-deprecating words made Han Ming smile knowingly.

"Jing Yu, you must immediately deliver these heating devices to Yong Zeng, and quickly store water after the snow and ice melt."

"Notify Yan Ming. Send a signal immediately after the water storage is completed. Prepare bamboo rafts and wooden boats. The entire army will advance westward along the water and attack the enemy directly!"

Han Ming issued the final order for the Battle of Haoshuichuan, and then took Chen Han to find two bluestones to sit on.

The sun was setting in the west, and the slightly dazzling but warm sunlight shone on Han Ming and Chen Han, reflecting the last bright appearance.

"Such a country makes people miss it!"

Han Ming sighed softly, leaving Chen Han a little stunned. He looked at this young man in his early twenties in confusion.

"Brother, after this battle, the enemy threat to the northwest of the Song Dynasty will cease. In the next ten years, Xixia will only be able to defend itself and will no longer have the strength to expand."

"And it's almost time for me to leave..."

Han Ming's words made Chen Han fall into silence. Although they had only been in contact for a few months, the grandson of his master Han Zhang had left him with too many impressions and amazement.

"I feel very relieved that my senior brother is in charge of Qinfeng Road. However, as for Qingtang's strategy, according to my junior brother, we should still keep some tricks up our sleeve."

"After the war is over, I would like to recommend someone to be my deputy. Is that feasible?"

Han Ming's meaning was obvious. He wanted to leave someone behind to take care of Qingtang Zuosiluo and see if he would waver after the decline of Western Xia.

"Leave this matter to me. You arrange for the people to come here, and I will ask the court for permission."

Chen Han agreed directly without any hesitation.

"In that case, Junior Brother thanks you, Senior Brother."

Han Ming smiled gently to express his gratitude.

"Whoosh-!"

"Om-!"

“Crackling—!”

A loud burst of fireworks ignited from behind, and then rushed into the sky with a loud explosion.

Everyone on the western foot of Liupan Mountain was stunned by the noise.

Then, under Chen Han's somewhat astonished gaze, Yan Ming and Jing Yu brought all the fully armed Song army to the gate. The two looked at each other and immediately opened the gate.

The snow water that had been accumulating for many days finally had an outlet at this moment. The surging water rushed into the main river channel from the tributaries, and then poured down with fierce momentum, rushing out of the river channel at the foot of the mountain and reaching the battlefield in an instant.

"Brother, do you want to go down the mountain with me to watch the battle?" Han Ming invited Chen Han with a chuckle.

"No, I'm here with my men to clean up the river. Don't let me down!"

Chen Han patted Han Ming's shoulder vigorously and called on the troops from various places who came with him to quickly repair the river.

Now his task is to clean up the mess left after the water attack.

Han Ming chuckled, took Yong Zeng and others onto a wooden boat, then sat at the bow and drifted downstream.

The two armies that were originally engaged in a fierce battle at the foot of the mountain felt differently after hearing the intense and brilliant fireworks.

The entire Western Xia nation was in a panic, staring in horror at the ferocious flood erupting from the mountainside.

“Oh no! We’ve fallen into a trap!”

Zhang Yuan's heart-wrenching roar echoed throughout the wilderness, and his bloodshot eyes were fixed on the Song army floating down the river, as well as the large flag with the word "Han" on it!

When the Song army saw their general's flag fluttering in the wind, they breathed a sigh of relief and immediately boarded the ship in batches in an orderly manner under Wang En's arrangement.

"The shield soldiers in front immediately retreat and board the ships. The infantry will move out and engage the Xixia troops—!"

Zhang Wenbi and Yang Wenguang worked together to force back Mo Zang Xiling and Xifeng Buyi, and shouted loudly, forcing the Song army in all directions to retreat quickly.

"All cavalry, follow me and charge north. Don't worry about yourselves, charge out!"

Yang Wenguang was still strong despite his old age. With a sudden charge, he passed through the area between Mo Zang Xiling and Xifeng Buyi. The personal soldiers behind him were afraid that the old general would be injured, so they frantically hacked at the enemies and followed him.

Upon hearing the order, Gao Zunyu, Zhe Kerou, Yao Xiong and Yan Da immediately called on the shield soldiers to board the ship, and then went forward with the infantry to frantically entangle the Western Xia troops.

However, Zhang Yuan and others reacted very quickly. After realizing that they had fallen into a trap, they immediately abandoned some soldiers and ordered the cavalry to move quickly north, hoping to avoid the raging flood.

Unfortunately, human power is limited, and horse power is also limited. No matter how hard they rode their horses, the surging flood rushed down without stopping, quickly sweeping across the north and south banks of the Haoshui River.

Some Song soldiers who were too late were rushed down. Wang En, who was standing at the bow of the ship, immediately shouted to his men to rescue them.

The fleet led by Han Ming did not stop at all. It arrived at the foot of the mountain in a few breaths and rushed straight towards the fleeing Western Xia army.

Zhang Yuan, Mo Zang Xiling, Xifeng Buyi, Fei Ting Suian and other high-ranking Western Xia army leaders looked at Han Ming sitting at the bow in horror.

As a result, Han Ming just smiled softly, and his clear voice spread all around.

"Han Ming, the military governor of Yongxing, Shaanxi, is here. If you don't surrender immediately, when will you?"

And along with this sentence comes an endless and ferocious flood.

Before Zhang Yuan and others could react, the water rushed down to the horses, instantly submerging the horses' hooves. In less than a few seconds, half of the horses' bodies were completely submerged in the torrent.

As a minority ethnic group in the northwest, most of the Xixia Dangxiang people are not good at swimming and are landlubbers.

This wave of water attack stunned the Xixia people, and they were all stupidly swept into the flood.

Not only Han Ming's fleet was floating downstream, but also the glacier rocks that had not had time to melt on the hillside, all of which were floating up and down in the water.

Many Xixia soldiers were choked to death when the water hit their faces, and the subsequent glacial rocks penetrated their helmets and armor and smashed heavily on their bodies.

For a moment, countless blood halos spread across the water surface on both sides of the Haoshui River, like strange and beautiful flowers of the other shore, slowly blooming in the undulating glacial water.

“Han Ming——!”

"Even if I become a ghost, I won't let you go—!"