The next day, south of Ezhou City.

Mongolian Hundred Households Toche Baduer looked gloomily at the city head under the rising sun in the distance.

The Nine White Silk Trees stood there.

The Nine White Silks, which represented the supreme majesty of the Mongol Empire, stood among the enemies opposite, but not as conquerors, but as shameful captives, standing among the countless cheering enemies, this scene looked extremely dazzling, and the cheers of those Song soldiers were equally harsh.

This is a nine-hundred-hundred

Except for the Mu Huali who was once left by Genghis Khan to conquer Western Xia, this supreme guard of honor has never left the previous Great Khans, it is the identity symbol of the Great Khan, and it is now standing at the head of Ezhou City, then it means that the terrible rumor is true, Meng Ke Khan died in Diaoyu City, Meng Ke Khan died in battle, and the Great Khan of the Mongol Empire died in the hands of the Southern Barbarian demons, not only did he die in battle, but even the Western Route Army that attacked Sichuan had failed, they were completely defeated, and they couldn't even protect Jiu Bai Xu, As a result, this sacred guard of honor shamefully suffered the humiliation of the enemy.

This result made a fire of grief and humiliation burn in his heart.

He drew his knife and pointed it to the sky.

"Kill, kill all the Nanbans, and avenge the Great Khan!"

The Kipchak warrior roared wildly.

"Kill all the Nanban, avenge the Great Khan, and recapture the Nine White Silks!"

Countless roars followed.

But at this time, there was a sudden thunderous sound of war drums behind them, and Toche Baduer turned his head in amazement, and saw a huge ox cart slowly coming on the bank of the mighty Yangtze River, this ox cart was so big that it required a full eight oxen to drag it, and there were eight full wheels, and on the cart stood an equally huge war drum, and in front of the war drum, a man dressed in a crane was slowly but rhythmically beating this war drum.

Hunting with a red flag over his head.

But there was only one ox cart around.

Although countless Song warships on the Yangtze River were sailing downstream, there was only this ox cart on the south bank, as if they had not seen the thousands of troops and horses under the city of Ezhou, and this strange picture made all the Mongolian soldiers at a loss.

Toche Badu'er raised his head and looked in the direction of Qianhu Kusun, where a flag was waving.

He immediately turned his horse's head.

"Kill!"

He shouted with a finger of the knife in his hand.

Then he urged his horses, and the hundred horsemen lined up on either side of him immediately followed and rushed straight towards the inexplicable ox cart, and in the charge they drew their bows and arrows, and then drew their bows and shouted and kept speeding up, and soon the two sides were less than a hundred paces apart.

At this time, the man suddenly stopped beating the drum and turned around.

There was a weird smile on his face.

The next moment he suddenly pulled out a hammer the size of a man's head from under the war drum, and quickly pulled it under the handle of the hammer, and then threw it over, the hammer instantly reached the top of Toche Baduer's head, the famous fierce general of the Mongolian army raised his head in astonishment, vaguely he seemed to see that there seemed to be a faint trace of smoke on the hammer, he frowned blankly, and suddenly a red light shone in his field of vision, and suddenly a loud sound of the sky and the earth crashed into his ears, and the next moment ......

The next moment he didn't know anything.

He was blown to the ground by a grenade containing a full ten pounds of black powder that exploded less than two meters above his head.

Immortals!

You can't always carry a big knife in hand-to-hand combat.

The feather-clothed crane waved his hand to force the captives to be more immortal, so Yang Feng simply changed to throwing grenades.

If it weren't for the fact that he wasn't proficient enough in the use of soul energy, he would have wanted to simply stuff nitrocellulose, but unfortunately his experiment of making nitric acid by hand has not been successful, after all, he is only new to this way, and it is estimated that he will have to practice for a certain time, and in the end he can only make up for it with black powder, as for pulling the fuse, this is not worth mentioning to him. Just when the flame of the explosion of ten catties of black powder instantly swallowed Toma Bathu and several soldiers behind him, and overturned more than a dozen cavalrymen with a violent shock wave, with the sound of the explosion that shattered the ground that day, Yang Xianzun smiled and lifted the baffle under the war drum, just like the red wine bottles lined up in the winery, densely packed with rows of the same grenades stretched out on the wooden handle and waited for his favor.

He had a hundred grenades.

This was made by himself when he was in Chengdu.

Saltpeter and sulfur were all in the armory of Baiyan Baduer, these things were originally very common military supplies, and the rest was nothing more than spending some time purifying and making gunpowder, and then loading them into cast pig iron stones to make grenades, he made a whole hundred, and all of them were taken to Ezhou to be forced, and in this way, the eight-wheeled ox cart carrying more than half a ton of black powder continued slowly but firmly under the drag of eight oxen with blocked ears.

And by this time the dozens of surviving Mongol cavalry had collapsed.

Even if people don't collapse, horses collapse.

The loud sound of the earth cracking that day made the war horse, which had never encountered this before, instantly dominated by the instinctive fear of the animal, and turned around with a desperate scream, and fled backwards like crazy.

The Mongolian cavalry on horseback was also frightened, although the Song army had actually begun to use gunpowder, especially rockets, thunderbolts, fireballs and other commonly used to defend the city, but this is ten catties of black powder explosion that has been purified and optimized by formula, and the Dingyuan 305 mm flowering bullet is only twenty catties, in the eyes of the Mongolian cavalry, this is tantamount to a demon law, plus during this time, the Song army has also continued to promote the help of the gods, and this explosion at this moment undoubtedly confirms this.

This crippled hundred-man team ran wildly and fled.

In the distance, the Mongolian Thousand Households suddenly looked at this scene in amazement, and the huge explosion also reached his ears, but he hesitated, but quickly pulled out his knife, and then he gave an order, and nearly a thousand Mongolian cavalry immediately rushed forward.

Soon they crossed the defeated hundred-man team and rushed straight to Yang Feng, and just when they entered less than a hundred steps away from Yang Feng, Yang Feng, who had a giant grenade in his hand, roared excitedly, biting the rope under a grenade, and the grenade flew out directly with a flick of his right hand, and then it reached the top of Kusun's head, and the next moment the same explosive flames engulfed the Qianhu lord, but before his subordinate cavalry could react, the second grenade then exploded above their heads, and the next moment the thousand-man team also collapsed without suspense.

And the old oxen pulling the cart continued to march forward slowly but surely.

"The immortal is here, and the Tartars come to die!"

Yang Feng sat high on the car, leaning back against the war drums, shouting with a grenade in one hand.

Then more Mongol cavalry came in a surge.

Despite the horror of the demon, the Mongol warriors were not afraid of him, shouting slogans of revenge for the Great Khan, and they rushed forward, spears and swords on their horses, vowing to trample the demon who had killed them into flesh.

But it's a pity that it's useless, the giant grenade in Yang Feng's hand kept throwing out, and all the Mongolian cavalry within a hundred steps of him were in the explosion like the earth cracking in the sky, like the water that hit the invisible embankment and rolled back, the explosion like the earth cracking that day, the pungent smoke in the air, and the terrifying fire when it exploded, it was like an order to turn around for the war horses under their crotches.

Even if the Mongol cavalry was not afraid of the loss of bones, but these horses were frightened, and their bravery was useless.

As more and more Mongol cavalry rushed forward and were blasted back by the explosion, chaos reigned throughout the southern part of Ezhou.

The frightened horses carried their masters on their backs, screaming in horror and scattering wildly, and it didn't take long for the Mongolian cavalry who arrived to arrive to be unable to organize an attack, because Yang Feng's ox cart was completely protected by frightened war horses, and these war horses ran wildly like flies without heads, and soon they began to charge the newly arrived cavalry, and even rushed into the barracks and trampled on those Han infantry. And this chaos could not be stopped, because the ox cart was still moving forward, the giant grenades were still flying out, and in the sky above the heads of the Mongol cavalry, the terrifying flames exploded again and again, and the earth cracked with a loud sound that kept hitting the eardrums of those war horses, so that their simple brains were always dominated by fear.

They neighed and ran wildly, slamming into all their companions in front of them, even throwing their masters off and trampling the hapless Han infantry under their hooves.

It's not a mess anymore.

This is a bombing camp.

The tens of thousands of Mongol troops in the south of Ezhou were actually close to bombing the camp, and countless frightened horses were raging like a flood, and in their collision those generals tried in vain to control order, but they could only watch the chaos spread, and even the infantry that had been attacked had begun to flee.

After all, if you don't run, you will be trampled to death by a horse.

And even if he wasn't trampled to death by a horse, there was still a demon behind him!

And at this time, on the Yangtze River behind Yang Feng, countless small warships full of Song troops docked, a group of heavily armored Song army infantry landed, and began to line up under the command of the general, and even the Ezhou city gate on the opposite side has been opened, Ezhou Commander Zhang Sheng and deputy Gao Gao led the elite in the city to surge out, accompanied by the war drums and cheers cheering at the head of the city, first launched an attack on the enemy who had besieged them for many days, and a large group of Song army warships on the Yangtze River also accelerated downward, rushing straight to the pontoon bridge between Yangluo Fort and Huhuangzhou downstream.

Thus began the general offensive of the Song army.

Yang Feng still stood on the ox cart and moved forward slowly, but not towards the city of Ezhou, but under the city to the south, throwing grenades at the Mongol troops who had not yet been involved in the chaos, he was like spreading the plague, sowing chaos and panic, driving the Mongol army to rout and flee.

Until his last grenade was thrown.

At this time, the forward of the Song army led by Cao Shixiong also arrived, and Yang Feng, who threw the last grenade, picked up his favorite mace without hesitation, jumped off the ox cart with a roar, and pulled away the three-hundred-pound mace and rushed straight at the chaotic Mongolian army.