"The Grand Marshal... I don't know whether to say it or not..." Compared with Chagatai's happy smile, Mohammed's face was always full of sorrow.

"Don't learn those useless etiquettes from the Han people. Soon you and I will be brothers. You can tell anything between brothers!" Chagatai thought Mohammed was still worried about his suggestion of losing his army and protecting the general. Indeed, two consecutive batches of intercepting fleets were destroyed, and thousands of Mongolian navy sailors and generals became unjust dead. This cost was too great.

Moreover, all the alien cannon fodder in the navy has been consumed, and the Mongolian generals will have to fight in person. No one is very good at this cannibal. But Chagatai does not think so. No matter how much the loss is, as long as ten thousand Mongolian generals can reach the abdomen of the southern country, this soft but difficult country should belong to the territory of the Mongolian Empire. As long as they dare to transfer troops from the northern defense line to the south to deal with their landing troops, Ogedei, who has been eyeing him, will personally lead the Mongolian cavalry to follow the river and attack the southern team on both sides. Once they lose the protection of the rivers and cities, the southerners are no match for the Mongolian army at all.

"Our opponent is much better than mine in navigation technology. It is said that he had been to us many years ago. The sea is a grassland for him. The commander's shepherd will not get lost on the grassland, nor will he get lost on the sea. My method is to let him take a more journey and increase some difficulties to him. Sooner or later, he will catch up." Mohammed knew that what he said was unpleasant, but he still had to say it for his own life.

"... Do you really think so?" Chagatai has gained a deeper understanding of naval combat through the past few days of sea life, and is also more willing to listen to these people who truly understand the sea. Not only will they listen, but they will also think seriously.

"I dare to swear to Changshengtian with my life that he will not be thrown away by us, and will sooner or later catch up." In order to prove the credibility of his words, Mohammed simply knelt on the ground and raised his hand to swear to the Mongol God.

"If I catch him, I will tear him into pieces and throw him onto the grassland to feed the wolf!" Chagatai wrote. His mood just now fell down again and cursed viciously.

"Go out and summon all the generals. Now a Mongolian general needs to stand up and stop the devil fleet..." No matter how you curse, you still have to do what you should do. Chagatai has begun to prepare for the third batch of intercepting fleets. Regardless of whether the enemy will catch up, it is better to prepare in advance than to catch up at that time.

"Abaga. Let me go. Those people have an irreconcilable revenge with me. I want to take revenge! And I am a useless person. Life is worse than death every day. Please give my nephew a chance to die in battle!" Kuaishou did not move, nor did he ask the two personal soldiers around him to lift his chair, but instead made a request to his uncle for a fight.

If you look closely, you will find that the broad legs are covered with thick felt. It’s not that he is afraid of the cold, but that he is paralyzed. At the city of Xiangyang, on the north bank of the Han River, he was injured by Kong Pei’s naval cannon. Although he was not dead, his entire lower body lost consciousness and he couldn’t even get into sex.

This was a devastating blow to a proud prince. He has been with wine all day long until Chagatai started to form the Mongolian navy, and he was brought to Dengzhou. Although he could no longer ride a horse, he could sit on a command ship, which could also be regarded as allowing him to find the rhythm of life again and not give up on himself.

"...Okay, take your ship to prepare. May God bless you in immortality." Chagatai also understood the nephew's intention. It was better to die happily than to live in such a cowardly manner. The Mongolians advocate heroes and do not like the weak. It is not too late for a gentleman to take revenge for ten years, and it will make people laugh at as cowards. Although he is a prince, he still can't raise his head.

Just after breakfast, the alarm bell in the Mongolian Navy Pioneer Fleet sounded again. The message from the flag slogan was that an unknown fleet was found directly in front of him, with a total of eighteen ships, the largest of which was hung with a black rat-headed flag!

This news made the entire Mongolian navy go up and down like an ice cave. I originally thought I had thrown away the lingering rat fleet behind me, but I didn't expect that there was no one but two! The wounded soldiers and generals got rid of the chase fleet behind me, but I didn't expect that there was another one in front of me. Now there is at least two days away from the estuary of the Yangtze River. If we calculate based on the situation in the previous two days, we have to pay more than one hundred and fifty ships to arrive. But at that time, we used the only 300 warships left in our hands to fight against the warships that were several times more than ours. It is unknown how many ships could successfully send the soldiers ashore.

"Heaven will destroy my Mongolian...beat the drums and change the formation! If you don't escape, we will fight to the death with them!" Chagatai's eyes showed a look of despair, but his life in military life made him no longer afraid of life and death. Now moving forward and retreat are dead ends, and if you fight to the death, you may have a way out.

In fact, the Chagatai and the Mongolian Navy also made Hong Tao's fleet confused and frightened. They instinctively believed that the fleet was still behind, and the fleet in front was another one. In the case of interception in front and pursuit in the back, they had to fight to the death.

If someone can calm down and think carefully, and calculate and calculate, it is easy to tell that the fleet ahead is still the original one. It is not just an emotional problem. There is no precise chart and navigation log in the Mongolian navy. The navigation relies on rough methods such as star-drawing techniques, and it is impossible to accurately calculate the route, speed and range, which is also a technical disadvantage.

"What are they going to do? I'm annoyed to run... I don't plan to run away?" Sometimes when the accident happened, the Mongolian navy suddenly changed its formation and brought all the remaining three squadrons together, forming a large fan face several kilometers wide and several kilometers long, which made Hong Tao, who had finally arrived in front of the Mongolian navy for a night, was also a little confused.

According to his logic, the Mongolian navy should continue to divide an intercepting fleet to deal with him, then drain the ammunition himself, destroy as many ships as the opponent can, and then return to the Si Islands for supply. In this way, the journey of his fleet is shorter, and he can also effectively intercept the Mongolian navy in the waters north of the Yangtze River. As long as their number is reduced to a certain scale, even if the task is completed, the rest will be left to the Southern Song navy to handle it themselves. The Southern Song navy was not given for free, at least it is much stronger than the army. The hundred and ten Mongolian warships are not opponents of the Southern Song navy at all.

But why did they suddenly become a fleet battle? The local coach mistakenly regarded himself as a new fleet and Hong Tao broke his head and never thought that he was not despising the other party, but taking it too seriously, and he didn't realize that the other party would make such a low-level mistake.

"What do they want to do? Isn't that just right? Uncle, let's beat them around in circles. With such a dense formation, you can't hit the first floor, the second floor and the third floor. Maybe you can hit several ships in one round of shooting!" Weng Ya's emotions have been adjusted and returned to her original appearance after the voyage.

"This circle is not that easy to circle... Facing hundreds of ships and thousands of cannons, even if they are not accurate, they will have to be hit by a few shots. Don't forget that their cannons are shot by the lobster. If you have good luck, you can kill the Jinhe in one round. My luck has always been like this! Tell Kong Pei and Bojiao that you should not approach the opponent's main force. You can fire the cannons five hundred meters away, and you should not get close to one meter! Let them go west, let us go east, use up all the ammunition and return to supply on their own."

Hong Tao shook his head and denied Weng Ya's claim. The Mongols' mortar range is not close, and they can hit at least three or four hundred meters if they are scattered. If they are more medicine, they may be even further away. Even if there are only two or three cannons on a ship, if they are within two or three hundred meters, they will face concentrated shooting of hundreds of cannons. This is like scattering a handful of sand, and there will always be a few sand particles hit.

Hong Tao would definitely not do this game of interchange. He would rather reduce his hit rate than cause unnecessary losses to himself. So a unique naval battle was staged on the sea. On one side were more than a dozen ships with fast speeds and long range of artillery firing; on the other side were hundreds of ships with slow speeds and close range of artillery firing. Although both sides had enough energy to throw stone balls and iron balls at the other side, hitting the sea with holes and smoke, the number of projectiles that were hit was pitifully small, less than one percent.

This naval battle lasted for more than six hours. Two Jiaosha-class warships were the first to hang out the retreat flag and turned to the south. They had no ammunition. Then Kong Pei and Bojiao's flagships were out of ammunition and food, and they also hung out the retreat flag to the south. In less than an hour, all the remaining Jiaosha-class warships were withdrawn from battle one after another, leaving only the Jinhe and six armed cargo ships surrounded the Mongolian navy, and sprayed shells from time to time. Compared with the Jiaosha-class, the cannons of the armed cargo ship had a smaller caliber and a larger ammunition load. The Jinhe was even more abusive. At this time, it had not finished the ammunition.

But at this time, the Mongolian navy also reacted. As time went by, they understood that the fleet followed their fleet from Dengzhou Port, and just took advantage of their speed to get around in front of them. Now their already desperate mood became lively again. While fighting, they began to continue their journey south, no longer lowering half sails to fight with the enemy. Especially after the two attack fleets gradually withdrew from the battle, the attacks of the Mongolian navy were significantly reduced. They simply ignored Hong Tao's ships. If you want to fight, you will fight. We will fight back, but they will never lower the sails and do not adjust their course. Whoever is beaten is unlucky, and they will continue to walk without getting shells.
Chapter completed!