The news of Zhang Hongfan's defeat at Yamen quickly spread throughout Fuzhou and Guangnan, shocking the entire southeast.
Left Deputy Grand Marshal Li Heng soon intercepted Zhang Hongfan's routed soldiers. After learning that the Song Army had divine aid and sensing the pressure of that divine sword, he retreated toward Gannan.
Only a fool would clash head-on with a divine sword. Zhang Hongfan had already been scared witless. Now that he had retreated to Gannan, he had actually been routed for three hundred li!
As they regrouped and withdrew to hold their position, they urgently sent the news to Lin'an.
A'shu, the Left Chancellor in Lin'an, and Two Zhejiang Grand Governor Fan Weng Hu had been celebrating the victory in the war to destroy the Song Dynasty. Upon hearing of the disastrous defeat at Yamen, they were enraged.
This place was simply too far away. They had been unable to sense the aura of the rampaging divine sword in the distance, so they dismissed Zhang Hongfan's account as utter nonsense.
"How dare this pig-dog deceive me! The southerners were defeated at Yamen and were merely dragging out their last breath. The Great Khan entrusted him with this final battle, yet he fled three hundred li after being defeated?" A'shu roared.
"The Zhao clan's governance and military command were both hopelessly pedantic. Treacherous ministers held power, excluded dissenters, appointed incompetents, and handed out rewards and punishments without order. The court and countryside were thus divided and disloyal. How could such a country, swept away beneath the iron hooves of Great Yuan, possibly have divine aid? Zhang Hongfan must be exaggerating to evade blame!" Fan Weng Hu said opportunistically.
It turned out that Bayan had commanded the war to destroy the Song Dynasty, with Ali Haya and A'shu leading the left and