The entire battlefield in the south of Ezhou City was completely destroyed at this time. As a group of morale Song troops continued to join the battle, the Mongolian soldiers who were fleeing in chaos were quickly divided and surrounded.

The latter is simply unable to counterattack effectively.

Because the war horses were frightened, they had no order at all. Everyone was running around like headless flies. The war horses collided with war horses, the cavalry and infantry collided, and even crowded with each other and trampled on each other. Everyone was running desperately, even for no purpose. The panic spread intensified, and even the most brave Mongolian warriors could not complete the array under such circumstances. The cavalry that could not be arranged was in front of the heavy infantry that formed the formation. In the chaotic conflicts and collisions of the war horses, heavy armored infantry advancing with shields and spears squeezed like moving walls, locking the cavalry galloping on the battlefield tightly, and then stabbed them with spears, slashed them with long-handled battle axe, grinding them out piece by piece, and even simply squeezed them into the water.

There are water nets everywhere in this area.

Ezhou is Wuchang, completely surrounded by fragmented lakes and the Yangtze River.

The cavalry itself is very easy to be surrounded here.

All the efforts of the Mongolian army to regroup and array were destroyed by Yang Feng.

He dragged three hundred kilograms of mace and kept jumping and smashing wildly in the chaotic battlefield, killing happily like a clown girl carrying a bat. Wherever he passed, blood and flesh splattered, and dead bodies instantly covered their feet.

He specifically picked the targets that started to assemble again. Whether it was the cavalry or infantry of the Mongolian army. As long as he began to restore order and was ready to line up, this guy fell from the sky like a demon, and then everything was destroyed under his 300-pound mace. No one could stop him from advancing. The advantage of the number was useless to him. He spent most of his time in the sky and would not act on the ground at all. All the strong bows and hard crossbows were ineffective on him. The bed crossbows could not shoot him now, let alone the ox-horned bow? The Mongolian army in the chaos of other means did not care about research. As long as he fell down, the mace would be swung open, and there was nothing that could be stopped. Not to mention the Mongolian cavalry, even their war horses could be smashed into meat paste by a stick.

Such an enemy is completely desperate.

More and more Mongolian troops were defeated in despair. The Mongolian infantry and cavalry who had not been trapped by the Song army were trampling on each other in chaos and fled northward. Soon they blocked all the roads around Ezhou.

On this land with water networks, there were not many suitable roads for marching. The west of the city were the two embankments of the Yangtze River, which were actually equivalent to a half-swamp area that could not be walked, that is, to the east of the city. Tens of thousands of infantry and cavalry who had lost order rushed to flee here. The reinforcements from north to south could not come, and were even simply carried away by these defeated soldiers. At the same time, the gates to the east of Ezhou were opened one after another, and more Song troops rushed out and attacked. Their rushing exacerbated the chaos of the Mongolian army. This chaos even quickly crossed Ezhou and spread to the north of the city...

"Get out of the way, get out of the way!"

At the foot of Donghong Mountain in Ezhou City, a Mongolian general kept hitting the soldiers in front with a big stick, and with his own soldiers, he broke a passage on the chaotic road.

On both sides of them, the panicked soldiers were immediately squeezed by the war horses and then trampled under the horse's hooves, but no one cared about this anymore. Everyone, whether in Mongolia, Semu or Han army, rushed forward desperately, fled to the north of the city on the narrow muddy road. In the middle of them, giant arrows with crossbows were constantly falling. These giant arrows came from the head of Ezhou city near a mile away, and there was even a Song army formation under Ezhou city.

The Mongolian army failed.

The defeat was so inexplicably and so helpless that the hundred thousand troops were defeated by one person, and a despairing enemy as devilishly.

The Mongolian Iron Cavalry, who once swept the world and destroyed all the enemies, collapsed one morning like the Song army that faced them in the past, and even had no ability to counterattack. The figure that was invulnerable to swords and guns, waving a huge mace in the air again and again made even the most fierce Mongolian warriors tremble.

This is not a human!

This is a god or a demon!

He turned around and looked behind him with infinite sadness. The figure was extremely dazzling.

Suddenly there was a harsh whistling above his head.

He quickly raised his head and saw a giant arrow shot from a crossbow in the sky falling rapidly, but behind the arrow of the giant arrow, there was still a faint light of fire, and his eyes immediately turned to the landing point of the fireball arrow.

"Father, dismount!"

He roared in horror.

Behind him, surrounded by personal soldiers, an old general raised his head in shock and rushed down the horse at an extremely fast speed. At the same time, the fireball was inserted into the back of the horse like a god. At this time, the fuse disappeared into the gunpowder ball behind the arrow, and the fire suddenly exploded. Although the sound of the explosion was very different from the sound of the demon, the veteran who had just landed on the ground was still screamed and knocked to the ground, and smoke began to emerge from behind by Mars. Then a frightened war horse rushed past, and the horse's hooves were stepping on his legs, and he screamed again.

The general in front of him quickly dismounted and rushed to his father a few steps. Two personal soldiers dismounted at the same time. The three of them quickly lifted the seriously injured veteran and put it on the back. At this moment, he accidentally looked back. In the air less than a hundred steps away, a pair of sharp eyes were staring at him, and he was instantly shattered...

"Run!"

He screamed in horror.

Then he let his father go and then pounced on his war horse.

Behind him, Yang Feng, who had just been attracted by this fireball arrow, was staring at his back and landing at the same time, swept around the defeated soldiers and then jumped up again. At this time, the father and son had already started to escape, but the road was completely blocked. In this case, even if they cut the defeated soldiers with their swords, it would not be possible to really speed up. In a blink of an eye, Yang Feng landed in front of his horse from the sky.

Yang Feng swept the mace in his hand, and two loyal soldiers flew out with their men and horses.

"Mystery, I'll fight you!"

The general roared tremblingly.

Then he thrust his spear straight into Yang Feng's chest. Yang Feng didn't even hide, letting the spear thrust into it. Then he took a step forward, grabbed his arm while the spear blade slipped away, and pulled him off the horse and stepped on it. The soldiers around him were frightened and dispersed.

"Who is this?"

Yang Feng said as he looked at the veteran on the horse's back.

The latter was already unconscious, and blood was still flowing on his broken leg.

"Home, father!"

The general said with difficulty.

"Are you a Han Chinese?"

Yang Feng said.

"Respecting God, the villain and father and son are both Han people. They were originally people of the Jin Kingdom. After the Jin Dynasty was destroyed, they had to work hard for them. The villain followed the Mongolians and was just a vain and asked the god to spare the villain's father and son's life. If the god respected God for the villain's crimes, he would be forgiven for his father's life."

The general begged.

"You are quite filial, get out!"

Yang Feng raised his feet and said.

He could still talk about the Han generals in the Mongolian army. After all, many of them were actually Jin people and had nothing to do with the Southern Song Dynasty. Some were even old people of the Liao Kingdom. They were ruled by foreign races for hundreds of years. They could not have feelings for the Song Dynasty. This is a historical legacy, and there is no need to kill them all. After all, there was no modern national concept at this time. If the Northern Song Dynasty lost the world, we cannot blame the northern Han people who followed the strong more than a hundred years later. They also had to struggle to survive. This chaotic world cannot require them to be too high.

The general quickly got up and took the horse carrying his father and was about to leave.

"By the way, what's your name?"

Yang Feng asked suddenly.

"Return to the god, villain Zhang Hongluo, this is his father Zhang Rou!"

The general said carefully.

"Do you have a younger brother named Zhang Hongfan?"

Yang Feng said in surprise.

"Uh, that's the ninth brother of the little man!"

Zhang Hongluo said with a smile.

Suddenly, the wind was howling above my head, and the next moment, the father and son were shot together by a mace.

"Ma, I ate a dead fly!"

Yang Feng said disgustedly.

After saying that, he let out a long roar, and the Mongolian soldiers around him immediately fled to Hongshan in a silence and howling.

Yang Feng was not interested in them either. He looked at the battlefield in the south. At this time, it had completely turned into a melee. Whether it was the Mongolian army remaining in the south and east of the city, or the Song army that attacked them inside and outside, they were all completely mixed up, but the Song army clearly had an absolute advantage. The various Song troops participating in the battle this time can be said to be the elite troops that almost all the Southern Song Dynasty could take action. Those generals were also few who could really fight at this time, Lu Wende, Lu Wenhuan, Xiang Shibi, Cao Shixiong, Liu Zheng, Sun Huchen, Zhang Sheng and Gundam who came out of the city, and Xia Gui who attacked the floating bridge on the water. These were the essence of the Southern Song army, including Wang Jian and Zhang Yu in Sichuan, and the others were all concentrated on the battlefield in Ezhou.

With a few times the absolute advantage, these people besieged the Mongolian army that had been disturbed by him. It is estimated that nothing unexpected happened.

Even if an accident occurs, the Mongolian army can only partially escape. However, it is impossible to turn the tables. Ezhou City and the Yangtze River prevented Kublai Khan from reinforcements. The only reinforcement channel that could be chosen was at his feet and was blocked by the fleeing Mongolian army. Since this is the case, there is no need to worry about the battle situation under the city of Ezhou. It is only a matter of time before the destruction of the Mongolian army in the south of the city is, but the Mongolian army in the north of the city should be cleaned up.

Kublai Khan!

At this time, Kublai Khan's base camp was still in Huhuangzhou, which was Baihu, the turning point northward of the Yangtze River in the east of Wuhan. It was also the southern end of the Mongolian military floating bridge. Although it was definitely not enough to kill the founding emperor of the Yuan Dynasty, after all, no one would go back to fight a civil war with Ali Buge if he died.

But it's OK to tease.

"Kublai, I'm here!"

Yang Feng suddenly roared excitedly, then jumped up and headed straight for the west bank of East Lake.
Chapter completed!