1279 AD, Cliff Mountain.
Not long ago, Wen Tianxiang, in Wupoling, Haifeng County, was captured by Zhang Hongfan's general Wang Weiyi. When the news came, Zhang Shijie knew that there was no longer a place for them on the land, and the land that had once been the Song Dynasty had now fallen into the pockets of the Yuan Army.
Zhang Shijie looked at the sea in the distance, and in the distance, the warships of the Yuan Army were faintly visible.
Although the Yuan army was mostly small warships, and the number of warships was far less than that of the Song army. However, Zhang Shijie knew very well in his heart that successive defeats had filled the army with the atmosphere of decay. And the remaining 200,000 soldiers and civilians, excluding their families, can really go to the battlefield more than 50,000 people, this battle, I am afraid, is the last battle of the Great Song Dynasty.
The former Great Song Dynasty was actually reduced to shrinking on a sea. Zhang Shijie's heart was full of bitterness, but he could not show it, and behind him were 100,000 soldiers and civilians, the young emperor and the last dignity of the Great Song Empire.
At this moment, on the surface of the sea, the waves are lapping at the coast, and the waves are sounding.
Lu Xiufu looked at Zhao Fu in front of him, the emperor who was only seven years old, his childish face, and his innocent eyes, but he could not hide the vicissitudes of the Great Song Dynasty. After the fall of Lin'an, they fled south, Emperor Gong surrendered, and Duanzong died of illness. Young Zhao Fu, carrying the Great Song of Late Twilight.
Although Lin'an fell, in the Jiangnan region, there were still tens of thousands of people who could resist the Mongol army, and there were many enthusiastic soldiers who had no fear.
But the backbone of this Song court seemed to have all disappeared in Xiangyang. The Battle of Xiangyang completely crushed the bones of the Song court, and those courtiers who had once stood tall and looked at the arrogant atmosphere one by one, they wagged their tails to the Yuan Dynasty and begged for mercy, and the way they fled in a hurry was really ugly.
In 1279 AD, on the surface of Yinzhou Lake, on the warships of the Yuan Army.
Zhang Hongfan, a face full of pride. At this moment, in his eyes, the 100,000 soldiers and civilians on the opposite cliff mountain will become the 100,000 ghosts who have achieved fame and fame for thousands of years.
Zhang Hongfan, who was a Han Chinese, actually had nothing to do with the Great Song. Born in the Yuan Dynasty, he grew up eating the grain of the Yuan Dynasty, and it was the Yuan Dynasty that gave him a stage to show his talents. His sympathy for the Great Song is limited to sympathy, and in this world where the weak and the strong eat, no one survives by sympathy.
In the first few engagements, the Yuan army lost. Just when Zhang Hongfan was waiting for the opportunity, his opponent actually gave him a great opportunity.
Zhang Hongfan destroyed all the houses on land, and all the warships were chained into iron plates. 200,000 soldiers and civilians were put on the battleship, originally to prevent the military and civilians from escaping and affecting the military's hearts and minds, but it gave the Yuan army the opportunity to destroy itself, and finally buried the Great Song.
The blockade of the Yuan army for several days had blocked the logistical supplies of these 200,000 people, and looking at the tired and demoralized Song army, Zhang Hongfan knew that the opportunity he had been waiting for for a long time had come.
The soldiers and civilians of the Southern Song Dynasty were surrounded by zhang Hongfan's troops on the east, south and north sides, while he himself sat in the center and faced the main ship of the Song army, and he wanted to witness the collapse of the Southern Song Dynasty.
In this last battle, he, Zhang Hongfan, will be the gravedigger of the Southern Song Dynasty.
In 1279 AD, Cliff Mountain, on the waters of Silver Island Lake, witnessed the annihilation of an empire
At noon, Zhang Hongfan, who was personally sitting in the Chinese army, closed his eyes slightly, raised his hand and fell, and the messenger soldiers immediately sounded gold, and the war began.
This rise and fall marked the unification of a new empire and the disappearance of a dynasty.
Although the warships of the Yuan Army are small, they are very flexible among the warships of the Song Army. The battleship covered with tarpaulin shot out like a sharp arrow from all sides towards the Song army, braving the arrows of the Song army and running straight away.
The Yuan army approached the Song warships, removed the oilcloth, and jumped on the Song warships. With its fierce combat strength, the Yuan army destroyed seven battleships in a row. Zhang Shijie saw that the general trend had gone, closed his eyes, sighed, swung his sword to cut off the chain, and led more than ten warships to break through.
He wanted to keep the last bit of the flame for the Southern Song Dynasty.
Lu Xiufu watched as the Yuan army broke through the defensive line and went straight to the main battleship of the Chinese army.
In fact, all this was already in his expectations.
Forty-three, he bowed to the eight-year-old Zhao Fu, and then carried the young emperor on his back, carrying the last dignity and stubbornness of the Great Song.
"Where are we going?" Zhao Fu asked.
"Back to the Great Song"
"Where is The Great Song?"
"Huh? Where is the Great Song? Great Song, where? ”
Two figures sank to the bottom of the sea, and a dynasty disappeared below the horizon.
The 100,000 soldiers and civilians left on this battleship, carrying the glory of the "great Song people", jumped into the water of Yinzhou Lake one by one, floating corpses for thousands of miles.
The blood of 100,000 people wrote the last history of the Song Dynasty.
A page of storms,
Transformed the human world.
Sunset, cliff mountain under the afterglow,
Exceptionally bright red.