In this regard, Gao Jingshan, a commander of the Jin army, who was standing in the northeast of the water stronghold with a group of remnants of soldiers guarding thousands of war horses, could only stand silently with his nose covered, listening to the faint shouts and screams coming from the water stronghold without saying a word... It was like a huge? There was no telling how many scattered Jin soldiers were trapped in the water stronghold by the smoke and high temperature, and they could only wait to determine it by examining the corpses afterwards.

Gradually, the setting sun appeared, and the wide northern mouth of the Yellow River was covered with rosy clouds. Although there were no longer many open flames in Xiaowusha on the north side of the river, it was still red and hot, and the gray fluff in the sky brought a different color to the world.

At this time, a large group of Jin troops finally came to support, and Zhang Rong, who was stationed on the river bank, calmly ordered his troops to withdraw and return to the river.

For a moment, cheers resounded across the river. Even the several Song troops who had hastily gathered on the other side of the river learned of their great victory and responded from across the river.

Seeing that all the troops turned back, Zhang Rong sat for a long time before putting away his stool and preparing to be the last one to board the ship.

However, at this moment, a Jin soldier without any soldiers or armor came galloping towards them with the last ray of light, holding a white flag. When they arrived, the white cloth was already mottled with gray, but they managed to stop their horses at a distance of an arrow, and then took advantage of the cheers and shouts: "The governor of Kaide Prefecture of the Great Jin Dynasty, General Gao Jingshan, sent an envoy to ask who the commander of the Song Navy is, and if he could leave his name?!"

Zhang Rong had been sitting on the embankment with his arms open for half a day, his face and body covered in black dust. Upon hearing this, he threw away the linen cloth in his hand that had already dried out, and turned back suddenly.

The cheering soldiers on the river could see clearly with the help of the light, but they froze out of instinct, and then the situation affected almost all the soldiers on the river... and in the silence, Yu Yunwen, who had also turned into a gray man but with only his mouth and nose white, also hurriedly raised the flag and stood still again.

"Go back and tell Gao that there's no need to ask who I am!" Zhang Rong's face was dark to begin with, and it was not noticeable even though it was covered with black ash. He just put one hand on his waist and pointed at the other, singing the same fisherman's song on the water slope. "Just remember, you bastards, in the future, the Yellow River will not be ruled by you Jin people, that's all!"

After saying this, the man took his son-in-law down the embankment and boarded the boat. Then hundreds of boats started in the river one after another, sparkling and heading back to Henan. However, the current Taiwei, Jiedushi, and the Imperial Navy, who were in charge of the surroundings, gradually sang a fisherman's song under the leadership of the commander Xiao En who was rowing a small boat himself.

As the saying goes:

"My grandfather was born in Liangshanpo, and he was born to kill people.

I have beheaded a righteous man who was not loyal to the fire, and I have killed the Golden Bird General.

The hero can't read poetry or books, he just lives in Liangshanpo.

Once we reach the Yellow River, we will roam the world."

The messenger was bewildered at first when he was scolded, but when he heard the song this time, he was shocked... Who among the Jin people didn't know the name of Zhang Rong of Liangshanpo and the Battle of Suotoutan?

He hurriedly raised his flag and returned to the battlefield to report.

However, there was no need for him to report back. The distant singing echoed on both sides of the Yellow River. Gao Jingshan, who heard the fishermen's songs in the distance, had already felt relieved - if Zhang Rong of Liangshanpo was present, I think the Marshal's Mansion would more or less tolerate this defeat, right?

Before sunset, the Song navy had crossed the river and returned to the south bank.

A moment later, the sun set and darkness fell, and the two sides completely stopped fighting. Only the Yellow River, which was reflected in the dim light, continued to flow between the two sides, day and night.

PS: I continue to offer my new book "This Ming Dynasty is Too Fierce"... Students who are interested can go and have a look.