Floods are a rare word for people north of the Yellow River.

Due to geographical and climate reasons, since ancient times, China has suffered from droughts in the north and floods in the south. In addition to the major floods caused by the Yellow River's dikes that caused the Yellow River to divert the route, people in the north have rarely heard of floods nearby.

The Mongolians who grew up on the Gobi Desert and the desert grasslands have never heard of it.

The disasters in their hearts are white disasters, droughts and insect disasters.

So when Kublai Khan heard the people near the wooden wall shouting at the top of his lungs, his first reaction was that he did not respond.

He didn't realize what the flood was.

He rode on the horse, turned around and frowned suspiciously, wondering what caused the chaos behind him.

However, the increasingly violent ground vibration under his feet told him instinctively that there was danger coming, and it was very dangerous and might endanger life.

With a wave of the horse whip, the whip clearly printed a red trace on the horse's butt. The horse neighed and ran away in a hurry.

The Mongolian soldiers on both sides followed Kublai Khan. They ran and turned around and kept looking around. Until this moment, a large number of people believed that there was a large group of cavalry approaching and that the ground was trembling, and the Han soldiers were just fussing and panicking.

There were more than a thousand Mongolian soldiers following Kublai Khan, all of whom were pure tribesmen of the two tribes. They were loyal and loyal. They were the last force that Kublai Khan believed to protect himself and the most elite force. Therefore, the horses they rode were all the best Mongolian horses, with fat, strong, long mane and bright tails. When they ran, they flew like walking on clouds. The ordinary horses riding by the Han cavalry were one level higher.

They often have two to three horses, some of which are nobler, such as centurions, and even four horses. They have different horses to spare when fighting. Compared with the Han soldiers who fought with one mount, they are much richer in terms of quality and quantity.

Even so, the Mongolian soldiers were surprised to find that at this moment, many Han soldiers were riding with their feet and riding their bodies. They kicked the horse's belly like Mongolian horse racing hands, waved their long whip, and beat the horse to foam at the mouth, and crossed over like running. This was not just riding a horse, but experiencing horsepower. If the horse runs for a while like a Mongolian horse racing, it will inevitably lose its horsepower, and you won't think of recovering in the future.

The Mongolian soldiers sneered and shook their heads, thinking that it was ridiculous that these Han soldiers ran wildly as if they had seen a ghost.

But not long after, they couldn't laugh.

The wooden wall is heading towards Jincheng, and the Han River on the right is still surging; the left is a high mountain. The section of mountain extending beside the wooden wall looks like a wall, which suddenly extends from the mountains and extends along the Jishui River to the direction of Han River, isolating Jishui from the other side of the Jincheng River. Looking from the air, it is like an arm stretching out from the mountain, almost reaching into the Han River.

At this moment, from the thin and steep mountain, a torrent was like the sky water brought by Pangu when he opened up the world, roaring and pouring from the cliffs of the mountain. The spectacular scene was never seen by people from the north.

The flood destroyed the mountains and cracked the rocks and rushed from the mountain. The large forest was washed away by the water flow, and it wrapped in it, bringing up a large amount of soil. The torrent turned into a mudslide, which was even more powerful and the water flow was extremely turbid. From a distance, it seemed as if the whole mountain was falling downwards towards this side.

Rumble!

The sky is over!

This is the first impression Kublai Khan had when he saw the movements on the mountains.

The Mongolian soldiers were like him, stunned by such natural wonders.

The Han soldiers shouted shrillly, running past them, awakening the group of people.

"Your Highness! Go quickly!" Zhao Bi desperately reached out to push Kublai Khan's back. After pushing him a little, he suddenly felt that this was inappropriate. He then reached out and hit Kublai Khan's horse's butt, hitting the horse with a jump. His front hooves almost lifted Kublai Khan down.

Thanks to Kublai Khan's riding skills, he pressed his body and stabilized his mount and asked frantically: "Mr. Zhao, what's going on?"

Zhao Bi's face turned green with nervousness. The water flow was coming fiercely, as fast as thunder. It seemed to be on a distant mountain ridge, and could rush here in the blink of an eye. The water was strong and the whole mountain seemed to be moving. Who knows where it would rush. Staying here at the foot of the mountain is very dangerous.

His face was as tense as a bulge, and he kept pulling Kublai Khan's bridle forward, shouting: "Your Highness, stop asking! Just run away. The gods in front of the mountain torrent must also avoid it, let alone the flesh and blood body, leave quickly!"

Kublai Khan didn't know how powerful he was. He could see the fierceness of the floods at a glance. He was forced to show his face, but he was shocked in his heart. His legs were slammed into the abdomen. His horse was good, and when he was fast, Zhao Bi, who was pulling the bridle, was almost pulled off his horse.

No matter how fast a horse runs, it cannot escape the flow of water.

The Jishui River was built by Changsun Hong to store water. It has been more than ten days, and there was raining upstream again, and the water volume was abundant. Looking at the dam from the location of the dam, it was all downhill, as if it was a stage, from high to low, which was convenient for the water to pour out. In order to find a suitable location to build a dam, Changsun Hong sent a large number of people to wander around in the valley for a long time before finding such a wonderful location.

At this moment, the dam left, and the water was like a group of tigers coming out of the cage, rushing down the trenches in the mountains. Even if a city was blocked in front of it, it could be destroyed. The water was in a hurry, and in the blink of an eye, Kublai Khan's more than a thousand troops were wrapped in the water, following the Han infantry who had no time to escape behind.

Like a huge blanket pulled from the mountains by an invisible hand, the torrent flowed down like a landslide, carrying tree trunks, mud, stones and people who were flooded first, rushed to the front.

The white waves in front of the brown turbid current are higher than those of a horse.

"Your Highness, Your Highness! Be careful!" Before he could finish his words, a wolf head hit him, and Zhao Bi's eyes turned dark and he was trapped in the water.

He hugged the neck of his mount tightly, and never let go even if he had eaten a few sips of mud, sand and sewage. He was wearing a Taoist robe, like a feather fan, and the outfit saved his life, causing his horse to struggle in the water for a few times, and miraculously floated up.

Zhao Bi choked on the water, and his lungs were as uncomfortable as fire. He was from the north and could not swim. He was originally dead in this torrent, but the horse saved his life. The horse was born to be able to water, but he just couldn't swim for a long time. Zhao Bi hugged his horse's neck, and half of his life was left to emerge from the water.

He was so confused that he vomited a few sips of water. He was crying and neighing from the horses everywhere. Someone shouted loudly to help him. Zhao Bi leaned on the horse like a dead fish, allowing the horse to save himself.

After a few breaths, Zhao Bi barely opened his eyes. A branch was placed on his head, almost poking his eyes blind. He reached out to tweet him, and then he remembered, where is His Highness?

I seemed to be grabbing his bridle, why did I lose it?

Zhao Bi suddenly sat upright, and the mud and sand in the torrent was mixed, as if it was sticky as paste. The horse was only above the neck and was struggling hard, and most of Zhao Bi's body was in the water, drifting with the flow in the direction of the water.

He raised his head and looked in panic. He looked at the water. There were scenes of people and horses struggling in the water everywhere. The soldiers were all covered in iron or leather armor. The equipment that was originally used to save lives has become a deadly burden. In addition, few people from the northern nomadic people can swim. The water surface is heavy and floating, and they are half-dead or dead.

"Your Highness! Your Highness!" Zhao Bi's heart was burning, more anxious than he was about to die just now. He shouted, desperately controlling the direction of the horse and paddled towards a mountain bag exposed in the torrent.

Your Highness can't swim!
Chapter completed!