Butterfly three "The Great Song Dynasty is much weaker than the Great Yuan Dynasty, so it is not a mistake to follow the Great Song Dynasty and wave your fist at the Great Song Dynasty."
When eating breakfast, Lin Ke, who was in charge of the army, looked at his son Lin Hu'er. instill.
The Lin family is a prominent family in Goryeo.
It has produced great heroes like Lin Yan, as well as "rebellious" people who are ignorant of current affairs.
Now that heroes and rebels are dead, the task of ensuring the prosperity of the family falls on Lin Kewang.
Regarding this point, Lin Kewang had a very safe plan, which was to rely on the Yuan Dynasty and threaten but not challenge the Song Dynasty.
To put it into action, in front of the officials of the Yuan Dynasty, he must show his hatred for the Song Dynasty.
But in terms of military affairs, we must stay far away from Fujian.
Although the Song Dynasty entrenched in Fujian seemed to be dying, the Song Dynasty with only one breath left was enough to make Goryeo irrecoverable.
Therefore, Lin Kewang showed a very positive attitude towards the preparations for the massive invasion of Song Dynasty in Goryeo.
But Lin Kewang also turned a blind eye to the craftsmen's behavior of cutting corners under the king's suggestion.
Anyway, it was not possible for him, a Goryeo general, to be the main attacker during the Song Dynasty.
Anyway, after the ship left Busan, the Lin family no longer had any responsibility.
"I understand, rely on the strong, use the strength of the strong to attack the weak, and at the same time strengthen ourselves."
Lin Huer, a childlike child, concluded by drawing inferences.
"Good boy, come here and eat a piece of salted fish."
Lin Kewang smiled and patted his son on the head, praising him.
There are successors to the Lin family, just like the Wang family and Cui family in history.
Maybe they will have the opportunity to reach the top one day.
Deep in his heart, Lin Kewang thought happily.
Suddenly, there was a muffled thunder from the horizon, which made the dining table tremble.
The teacup placed on the corner of the table fell over, rolled twice, and fell straight to the ground.
"Bombardment" Lin Kewang jumped up, pushed aside his stunned wife and children, and quickly jumped out of the wooden building.
Standing on the balcony, he saw clouds of smoke rising from the familiar fort in the past, and more smoke rising in the direction of the port, with a faint red light.
This is the scene where he often wakes up from nightmares.
Every time he wakes up, he is covered in cold sweat.
When his wife asks him what terrible thing happened in his sleep, Lin Keyang always avoids answering.
However, unlike those street gangsters who looked down on the Song Dynasty because of the garrison in the Northern Yuan Dynasty, Lin Kewang knew that shaking fists at others requires strength as a backing.
Blind arrogance often brings unexpected results.
"Come here, prepare your horses and carry your weapons," Lin Kewang shouted loudly.
"Prepare horses, prepare horses for the general," Lin Kewang's soldiers shouted at the top of their lungs.
This is not the artillery fired by the Mongolian troops defending the port in practice.
The Mongols were reluctant to fire so many artillery shells at once.
There is only one answer.
The Song people are coming, and the legendary Song fleet is coming.
But the Song Dynasty was a country of etiquette.
How could it easily start a war with other countries?
While reviewing the armor, Lin Kewang thought desperately.
This was not the Song Dynasty he was familiar with.
The Song Dynasty he was familiar with would never declare war.
Even if there was a conflict with a country that was much weaker than itself, it would always make concessions.
"Master, do you have to go?"
Lin Kewang's first wife rushed out and asked, holding the horse's reins.
The two side rooms and three sons raised their faces at the same time, expecting his answer.
"The enemy is attacking at the door of our house.
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Master, I have the responsibility to defend the territory."
Lin Kewang jumped on the horse and replied angrily, "Let go of the reins and watch the children."
"But that was Dayuan fighting with others.
We are Koreans."
Lin Huer raised his head and shouted to his father.
Lin Kewang, a Korean native, hesitated for a moment.
He looked at the black smoke rising high at the port, his son who was as beautiful as a jade carving, and then his wife who was weeping secretly.
He didn't know how to comfort him.
When the Yuan Dynasty and the Song Dynasty are fighting, is it worth it for me to kill them?
A voice asked loudly in Lin Kewang's ear.
If Da Yuan wins, will it be good for Goryeo and the Lin family?
If Da Song wins, what will be good for Goryeo and the Lin family?
He felt that his head was in a mess, as if two armies were fighting in his mind.
The sound of artillery fire became more and more intensive, and the smoke became thicker and thicker.
Individual shells missed their target and fell into the buildings near the port.
The wooden building suddenly burst into flames, and the craftsmen carried the only packages they had and ran around like flies in the fire.
The cry passed through the smoke and faintly reached Lin Kewang's ears.
"Send the order, call all the infantry and all the archers, and go to ambush half a mile outside the port to prepare for the enemy's landing."
Lin Kewang looked at his family and finally made the "correct" decision.
The wife, the concubine, the children and the guards all smiled, with admiration in their eyes.
No matter how sharp the artillery of the Song Dynasty was, it could not reach half a mile from the shore.
The ambush location chosen by the master was too clever.
With flags waving, a large group of Korean soldiers rushed out of the military camp and rushed towards the "ambush" location.
Prepare to give the landing Song army a head-on attack.
With their careful "cooperation", the gun emplacements placed by the Mongols around the port were quickly cleared by the Song fleet.
Without artillery cover, the Goryeo fleet was like a shelled egg, allowing the Song Dynasty navy to slaughter it.
The Mongolian Wanhu Balagancang who was guarding the port tried to mobilize the troops on the shore to launch a counterattack, but he hesitated when he saw the Korean army slowly approaching in neat lines and then looked at the rows of black muzzles on the sea.
In the end, he had no choice but to accept Lin Kewang's suggestion to guard the main roads outside the port and prevent enemy troops from landing.
The navy without land protection was on the verge of destruction.
Under the coercion of the Mongolian captains, several injured Goryeo warships staggered out of the port and rushed towards the Song Dynasty fleet.
The Mongolian warriors, knowing they would die, lit a fire at the bow and stern of the ship, expecting to perish together with their opponents.
The Korean sailor in charge of the oars did not dare to escape.
He cried and used all his strength to operate the oars.
The heavy warship was approaching the enemy step by step.
"Come up, come up, burn them, the Khan is watching us" the Mongol captain encouraged in a language that no one on the ship could understand.
"Oh my God!"
Several captured Han paddlers jumped out of the side of the boat and plunged into the sea.
The Mongolian arrows quickly caught up with them, and bloody flowers floated on the water.
Life after life rides the ocean currents in foreign countries and drifts to the ends of the world.
Du Hu couldn't see these tragic details on the ship.
Even if he saw them, he would not order to stop the attack.
In his eyes, the Han people who boarded the Beiyuan warship were not Song people, and there was no mercy in front of the two armies.
Several Song Dynasty warships quickly left the team and blocked the path that the Goryeo ship must pass.
Dozens of artillery roared at the same time, and huge water columns made the enemy ships rise and fall.
A Korean suicide ship sank, and the desperate sailors cried and disappeared in the smoke.
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The second ship did not last for more than a quarter of an hour, and then stepped into the wake of the first ship.
The third and fourth ships blocked the port with their broken masts and broken masts smoking.
"Boom", a warship was hit.
The mast, ship's side, canvas, and sailor's stumps flew into the sky.
As the shells fell, they were lifted up by the huge waves that exploded, and then fell again.
"Boom" another battleship broke apart.
The sailors watched blankly as the seawater surged onto the deck, submerging their feet and drowning their eyes.
On the Korean warships that were not hit, some people cut off their own masts, and some people hung their white clothes on the mainmast.
"Sink them all."
Du Hu saw the enemy's flag being lowered, but ordered someone to issue a cold order.
He didn't want any capture.
This inferior product, which broke when shot, was suicidal to use in navigation.
Each squadron approached, and in the desperate eyes of their opponents, they fired their artillery.
In the sight of the soldiers on both sides, the newly born North Yuan Goryeo Fleet was approaching its end.
The injured battleships swirled one by one and slowly sank underwater.
On the deck, desperate soldiers picked up all the wooden objects that might float and rushed into the sea.
The water that had not warmed up immediately froze their bodies to death, and most of them lost consciousness before they could swim to the shore.
"Abandon the ship.
Those who abandon the ship will not be killed.
Swim as hard as you can to the shore."
The one-sided massacre made Su Gang soften his heart.
This guy who never knew what mercy was, shouted at the Koreans.
His voice was swallowed up by a huge explosion, and more Goryeo warships were hit and sank.
The sea was filled with desperate soldiers.
Beside the embankment, the coastal defense officers and soldiers who had lost the courage to resist lay down in the pit, letting their companions struggle in the sea water, but did not dare to rush out to lend a helping hand.
On the shore, several old Han craftsmen couldn't bear it and ran out of hiding.
Risking being hit by artillery, they rushed to the shore and used ropes and wooden poles to fish out the soldiers near the shore.
Their actions inspired many weaklings, and some port guards tentatively joined the rescue operation.
There is definitely no hope of saving the ship.
But most of the soldiers who fell into the water were their own tribesmen, and every one of them could be saved.
Living Yama Du Hu saw all this, sighed, and put down the telescope.
Let the messenger give the order to avoid attacking the shore.
The approaching warships repeated this order one after another.
For the sake of the safety of the country, everyone could not show mercy to the Korean fleet of the Northern Yuan Dynasty.
They were unfamiliar with the movements on the ship and could tell at a glance that Shui Yong had only been serving as a soldier for a few days.
The Song people, with their kind nature, gave them the greatest chance of escape. .
"If you don't kill the tiger, you will suffer from it in the end.
You don't even think about how those Koreans followed the Mongols and killed our city in the Song Dynasty."
Fang Sheng, the admiral of the squadron, shook his head and sighed.
He was very dissatisfied with Du Hu's order, but he had no chance to refute, so he had to vent his anger on the Goryeo warships that had not yet been silent.
The squadron moved up under his leadership and sent those ships to the water as quickly as possible.
Several other squadron admirals saw it and accelerated the speed of destroying the opponent's ships.
Although many people could not understand Du Hu's compassion, no one fired more cannons on the shore.
Some warships even quietly distanced themselves, trying to avoid losing their target shells from falling ashore.
The sea was full of survivors, scrambling to swim to the shore.
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Soldiers all over the shore worked together to provide rescue.
Han craftsmen, Goryeo supervisors, and Mongolian warriors, at this moment, they all forgot their identities.
"It's over.
Within twenty years, the Goryeo Navy will not be able to avoid the war flag of the Song Dynasty."
On the mound, Cui Dezhi, who was covered in thick smoke and looked like a ghost, thought desperately.
He knew that today's horrific scene would remain in Gao Li Shuiyong's memory forever and accompany them in every battle in this life
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