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

The victory of the second Battle of Haoshuichuan was announced to the world in written form by the Song Dynasty court.

For a moment, the entire Song Dynasty was excited. Everyone changed their previous attitude of scolding Han Ming and praised him crazily.

Even in the prefectures and counties on the northern and southern borders, many people began to worship Han Ming's tablet.

Because they saw a god who had been able to protect them for so many years, a protective god who could defeat alien races and drive away invaders!

Was there no one more powerful than Han Ming before the Song Dynasty?

The answer is yes!

But they could not move freely, they could not break free from the shackles of the Song Dynasty's system and institutions.

But Han Ming is different. This is a feeling that comes from the bottom of the hearts of these ordinary people.

The feeling this young man gave them was that he was different from the previous civil and military officials.

But if you ask what's different, no one can tell, because this is the feeling called "feeling", which is indescribable.

Time goes back to the day when the three armies were flooded. This is a day remembered by history.

The rise of the Song Dynasty was completely brought back on track by a certain Han, who began to explore step by step, gaining strength to move forward on this track of history.

At the foot of Liupan Mountain on Qinfeng Road, Deshun Army was accompanied by a torrential flood, and the north and south banks of the Haoshui River turned into swamps.

The bamboo rafts and wooden boats floating down the river became the only scenery in this world. At the same time, many ordinary soldiers wearing white linings appeared on the manned bamboo rafts and wooden boats.

Most of these people did not have time to get on the boat. In order to prevent the armor and other items from being too heavy and drowning in the water, Wang En and others directly ordered them to strip off their armor.

As a result, after being soaked in the northwest snow in early April and the cold wind, these soldiers were shivering with cold.

However, Han Ming and others were prepared for such a situation in advance.

As soon as he went downstream, Jing Yu brought all kinds of heating equipment down from the mountain and distributed them back and forth to various bamboo rafts and wooden boats.

The main force led by Han Ming and Yan Ming did not stop and madly chased the Western Xia soldiers and horses that were "gurgling" in the river.

"General, on that gentle slope ahead, Zhang Yuan, Mo Zang Xiling, and the others are all there!"

Yan Ming's eyes turned cold and he pointed forward to report to Han Ming.

"Use your entire army to surround the enemy and give this order: surrender and you will not be killed!"

Han Ming sat in the front of the wooden boat, giving orders with an expressionless face.

"Yes!"

Yan Ming shouted loudly, calling on the soldiers on the bamboo rafts and wooden boats beside him to shout loudly.

Soon, all the Song army troops finally gathered together and gathered around Han Ming against the wind and waves.

When the generals who were soaked in water saw Han Ming for the first time, they were all in high spirits and didn't care at all about their soaked condition.

"Strategy!"

"Strategy!"

"Strategy!"

"..."

Looking at the energetic and spirited generals, Han Ming stood up and greeted them one by one. When it was the turn of his two teachers, he couldn't help but smile bitterly.

In order to hinder the retreat of Zhang Yuan and Mo Zang Xiling, the two old men risked their lives and forced the other side to advance north, which resulted in them falling into the water together.

"Bring my heater and cloak to the two teachers."

Han Ming turned his head and gave Yong Zeng a simple instruction.

The two old friends, Duke of England Zhang Wenbi and Yang Wenguang, looked at each other's miserable appearance and couldn't help but laugh out loud, without realizing how worried this appearance made others!

"Let's get ready and go meet an old friend!"

Han Ming looked at the generals who had recovered a little and smiled softly.

Hearing this, everyone laughed in unison, looking very high-spirited.

This battle completely restored the spirit and energy that the Song army had lost for many years. It can be said that it wiped out the past decline and rebuilt the military spirit of the Song Dynasty.

Riding on bamboo rafts and wooden boats, everyone swayed with the wind and slowly approached a gentle slope in the northwest corner of the north bank of Haoshui River.

There, hundreds of Xixia soldiers led by Zhang Yuan and Mo Zang Xiling were gasping for breath and standing in formation, ready for battle.

Yes, you read that right. Of the nearly 50,000 Western Xia troops that invaded the south, only a few hundred were left. The rest were buried in the Haoshui River along with the surging snow and water.

Zhang Yuan and others, who were in a dishevel, also saw Han Ming, who was wearing a crimson official robe and a snow-white cloak.

The two sides faced each other from a distance, beyond the range of the archers.

It's just that one side is covered in dust, without armor, and looks in a mess; while the other side is relaxed and at ease. It doesn't look like they are fighting on the battlefield, but like students going out for a spring outing.

"Han Ming, the Great Song Dynasty's Shaanxi General Manager, Pacification, Transport and Recruiting Envoy, Commander of the Yongxing Army, Imperial Academician and Acting Imperial Edict Drafter, Secretary of the Central Secretariat, Senior Official, General Dingyuan, and Senior Cavalry Commandant, is here. If you still haven't surrendered, when will you—!"

Yong Zeng, who was standing behind Han Ming, roared at the top of his lungs, his voice shaking the waves and making people tremble with fear.

"What a Han Ming and Han Jingyuan, you little thief! Do you dare to come up the hill to fight to the death?"

Mo Zang Xiling's eyes were filled with coldness, and he pointed the big iron spear at Han Ming and kept shouting.

"Fire arrows."

Han Ming smiled as he sat upright on the wooden boat and waved his hand lightly, signaling the archers to release their arrows.

"Yes!"

The generals behind him immediately called for help and launched three rounds of scattering.

Seeing this, the people on the slope picked up their weapons and waved them continuously, trying to deflect the arrows.

However, the Song army chose to scatter the arrows and did not clearly set the same direction. As a result, the Xixia soldiers on the slope could not distinguish the specific arrow paths and were shot to death on the spot.

Some people who managed to escape were hit by arrows in the shoulders and upper body. They fell to the ground due to the unbearable pain and wailed everywhere.

Seeing Han Ming's lack of martial ethics, Mo Zang Xiling and Xifeng Buyi started cursing, and the whole world was filled with roars and wails.

"Jinglüe, shouldn't we capture him alive?"

Jing Yu, who was promoted by Han Ming, asked in a strange tone when he saw this.

"The battle has reached this point. There's no need to sacrifice the lives of the soldiers. We only need to keep Zhang Yuan, Mo Zang Xiling, Xifeng Buyi, and Fei Ting Suian."

Han Ming's tone was somewhat indifferent, as if he did not regard the Xixia soldiers in front of him as human beings at all.

"It's understandable that they kept Zhang Yuan and Mei Zang Xiling, but why did they want the remaining two?"

Zhe Kexing muttered something in a low voice.

"Shut up. The governor has his own ideas. It's not your turn to interrupt."

Zhe Kerou's expression immediately changed, and he angrily scolded in a low voice.

"No problem, establish him. This is nothing. I left Xifeng Buyi and Fei Ting Suian behind just to make a deal with the eight Tangut tribes within Xixia."

"These two are rare military commanders in the Xifeng and Feiting tribes. Perhaps they can be sold for a good price."

Han Ming explained with a chuckle, but these words sounded so comfortable to the ears of the generals.

The reason for this was that during the years of war with Western Xia, many Song army generals were captured, and the Song court had to pay a large amount of cloth and silk as annual tribute to exchange them for them, which was extremely humiliating.

Han Ming's move perfectly realized what was said before the war: "changing the offense and defense." The Song Dynasty would also let Xixia taste the humiliation of paying money to redeem people!

"Jinglüe, then this task will be handed over to me!"

Although Zhe Kexing was scolded by his brother just now, he didn't care at all. This kind of task of negotiating the redemption of someone was a matter of publicity, so how could he not get involved?

"Jinglüe, there's no need to bother General Zhe with this kind of person. I can handle it for you!"

Yao Gu is not someone who is easy to deal with. How can he let the Zhe family take all the good things for himself? He also wants to get involved.

Looking at the two young generals fighting for the task, Han Ming and others smiled at each other.

Finally, Yang Wenguang spoke up to stop them, saying, "Alright, matters like this will ultimately be decided by the court and the government. No matter how much you argue, it will be useless."

Hearing this, the two could only shed tears in silence. After all, for such an honorable job, the civil servants in the court would be scrambling for it, so it would never be their turn.

"When the time comes, I will submit a petition to the court, asking you two to join the delegation, okay?"

Han Ming turned his head and looked at Zhe Kexing and Yao Gu with amusement.

Hearing Han Ming's promise, Zhe Kexing and Yao Gu immediately became excited and nodded repeatedly: "Thank you, Jinglüe!"

"Wouldn't this be good?"

Although Yao Xiong likes to compete with others for credit, he also knows right from wrong and knows that this kind of thing is not in accordance with the rules.

"That's fine. A diplomatic mission always needs protection. They're both energetic, so go ahead. If you have any ideas, feel free to speak up."

Han Ming waved his hand indifferently, then turned his gaze to the few remaining Xixia soldiers on the gentle slope.

"All of you generals will go up and capture these four in a moment. This battle of Haoshuichuan should be over."

Hearing this, the generals were excited. They picked up their weapons and returned to the bows of their ships, ready for battle.