Amidst the billowing sky of dark clouds, heavy rain poured down from the sky.
Big raindrops followed the river wind and went straight into the mouth and nose.
The current was very fast, and the boatman rowed the oar vigorously, fighting against the terrifying power of heaven and earth.
Fortunately, the wind and rain were strong enough that the sound of paddling and the sound of commands were almost completely blended into the background "noise", making them inconspicuous.
"Boom!" As if God was joking with them, lightning tore through the night sky and illuminated a ship on the river.
The people on the boat looked up at the sky with solemn expressions.
There was no noise, everyone silently grasped the barrels of their guns, waiting for the judgment of the unknown fate.
The fleet continued to move forward.
Above the river, a fish jumped high, as if it could no longer bear the suffocating uneasiness.
No one has the heart to pay attention to this.
The shirt was already wet, but the coldness on his body could not hide the heat in his heart. The closer he got to the north shore, the faster his heart beat.
"Boom!" God can't bear to see such a powerful warrior with such a big heart, insisting on letting them show off again.
Lightning flashed one after another, making the Yellow River appear and disappear in the rainy night. One moment it was as bright as day, and the next moment it was invisible.
In an inconspicuous thatched house on the north bank of the river, Li Xiaomao, who slept until midnight, was awakened by the urge to urinate.
He stood up in a daze and walked towards the door.
There were several people lying around in the thatched house, snoring loudly.
When Li Xiaomao accidentally touched him, he just changed his position and continued to sleep soundly.
Li Xiaomao was blown away by the cold wind when he walked out of the door. He subconsciously trembled. He took out the jill and was about to drain the water. Thunder and lightning fell one after another, and the night sky was as bright as day.
"Oh my god, even peeing is an offense to the power of God..." Frightened by the thunder's wrath, Li Xiaomao peed all over his feet.
Suddenly, his eyes widened.
When the thunder and lightning fell, there seemed to be silhouettes of people in the reeds.
Li Xiaomao didn't care about peeing, rubbed his eyes with both hands, and continued to look forward.
Another thunderbolt fell.
The figure seemed to have moved forward a lot, and the face of the person walking at the front was clearly visible.
It was a middle-aged man with a beard on his face, holding a spear in both hands, hesitating forward in the soft mud by the river.
When the thunder and lightning fell, he saw him, and he also saw him.
Li Xiaomao was stunned.
A cruel smile appeared on the face of the bearded man.
He is still moving forward, and so are the people behind him.
Fifteen-year-old Li Xiaomao was trembling all over, as if being strangled by an invisible force. He wanted to speak but could not make a sound.
He knelt down softly.
The other party continued to move forward and had already walked out of the reed swamp.
The military boots were filled with mud and water and made a squeaking sound when walking.
The shirt was soaked by the rain and clung to his body along with his beard and hair.
One, two, three...
More and more people came ashore, like the god of murder in the dark night.
"Hoo!" The cold wind blew, and Li Xiaomao felt that he could move. He rolled and crawled in the muddy water, stumbling, trying to run back to the house.
Suddenly, someone grabbed the back of my neck.
Li Xiaomao screamed in fright, turned his head subconsciously, and saw a shining sword light coming towards him in the thunder.
Severe pain came from his throat, and blood flew out.
The power of his limbs quickly left his body. Li Xiaomao covered his wound in vain and fell to the ground feebly.
The raindrops fell with pitter-patter, and soon formed a pool of water around him filled with the strong smell of blood.
On a rainy night, the God of Death kicked open the broken door of the thatched house, stabbed down quickly with his spear, and screams came one after another.
They did not stop here, but continued to move forward.
Thunder, who was previously annoying, seems to have become amiable.
They need this to light the way forward.
The rain is getting heavier and heavier, and the wind is getting stronger and stronger.
The people who came ashore held hands and held their spears, marching forward in a row amid the power of heaven and earth.
Ahead is a larger fort.
The lights in the camp were dim and there were obviously not many people left.
With such a heavy wind and rain, the guards had no interest in suffering outside, and none of them knew where to hide.
The thatched cottage just now was their furthest reach.
The tentacles have been cut off, now it's the torso's turn.
One figure after another climbed over the wall and entered.
Screams rose into the sky one after another.
The camp door was opened with a bang, the creaking sound suddenly accelerated, and more than two hundred people rushed into the camp from far to near.
"Ah!" Ji Shou put a person's head directly into the brazier. The sound of "barbecuing" kept coming, and the smell of burning made him feel happy.
"Ah!" Zhao Huai stabbed out his gun, penetrated through his back, and nailed an enemy soldier who woke up from his sleep to the wooden wall.
The enemy soldier subconsciously wanted to break free, kicked his feet a few times, waved his hands unconsciously a few times, and then slowly dropped.
With the spear drawn out, the enemy soldier fell to the ground against the wall, leaving a shocking bloodstain on the wall.
Screams, cries, and roars instantly intertwined and gradually drowned out the sound of wind and rain.
There weren't many people in the camp. It was so empty. I didn't know where everyone had gone.
The remaining hundreds of enemy soldiers were surrounded and slaughtered like pigs and dogs.
The spear stabbed him, and he fell to the ground with a groan.
With a slash of the machete, blood flew.
Chang Ke chopped it with his axe, and his head rolled to the ground.
The frightened enemy soldiers didn't even think about escaping. They were so emotionally broken that they ran around in the camp until they were exhausted.
Thunder rages and lightning dances wildly.
God seemed to have opened an eye and was not very satisfied with the killings that occurred in the night.
This is not the world trend calculated by it.
This is not the original face of the world.
Who is causing trouble in Tianji?
Lightning tore the thick clouds into pieces, the sky seemed to be leaking, and the heavy rain made the sky dark and the earth dark.
Above the river, the sound of wind became more and more rapid, and the sound of waves was endless.
In the camp, the demon gods nailed the last spear and stabbed the enemy soldiers crawling on the ground to death.
The enemy soldier twitched twice and gradually merged with the mud and water.
Together with the warriors patrolling outside the camp, three hundred butchers slaughtered the entire camp without any mercy.
The rain washed away the bloodstains, slowly gathered into a river, and quietly flowed into the distance, as if it wanted to wash away everything that happened here.
But is it clean? Can the results be reversed?
God was incompetently furious for a long time, and gradually the clouds began to clear and the rain dispersed, drifting away.
The second batch of landed warriors came ashore.
They tied a rope to the bow of the ship, then gritted their teeth and dragged a ship ashore.
A collar of armor was distributed, followed by bow tips, bow strings, arrow pots, large shields, dry food...
The enemy stronghold was partially demolished overnight.
The naked warrior jumped into the waist-deep water and struggled to drive the wooden stakes.
Someone brought a wooden board, someone brought a rope, someone brought a saw...
A simple trestle was built overnight to facilitate the berthing of ships.
When the sky was just beginning to fade, two ships came close to each other, one on the left and the other on the right.
Shao Xun landed lightly on the trestle and looked around.
The river water carries the sediment and dead branches and leaves, and flows eastward.
The blue sky seems to have been washed and is extremely clear.
The air is full of water vapor, and there may be a pleasant smell of blood - there is something wrong with the martial artist's aesthetics.
The ground was extremely muddy and had been trampled beyond recognition.
All the wormwood and grass fell to the ground, as if in awe of the power of heaven and earth, and as if they were surrendering under the feet of a new conqueror.
The golden-armored general came ashore.
He held the bow tip in his left hand and caressed the handle of the knife in his right hand, strolling among the corpses as if he were visiting his back garden.
A horse was tied to a tree trunk. Seeing the golden-armored general from a distance, he snorted and took two steps back.
Even the beasts know who is the biggest villain in the field.
"Camp where you are and dig trenches."
"The ship returns and continues ferrying people."
"I'm right here, fighting against the enemy with my sons."
"Come one, kill one. Come two, kill a pair. After victory, everyone will be rewarded."
After saying that, Shao Xun asked Liu Ling to bring a bed, and he sat down on it, looking eastward in the distance.
"Victory!" The Silver Spear Soldiers raised their spears high and cheered loudly.
The cry echoed along the river bank for a long time.
Shao Shen stood behind his uncle, his face flushed with excitement.
This is a real man!
This is the heroism of a man!
He took his most trusted warriors with him, crossed the river and headed north, planting the flag on the shore.
I'll be waiting for you here, will you come?
Well, the Huns didn't come all day. I don't know whether they didn't see them or they didn't arrive in time.
On the first day of September, six thousand Silver Spear Army warriors were ferried to the north bank of the Yellow River.
That night, the last 3,600 people and a large amount of supplies arrived on the north shore.
On this day, the camp was well organized, with trenches and horses ready.
On this day, the last elite soldiers in Henan who dared to fight in the field crossed the river.
If the Xiongnu had the ability to devour them, Luoyang and Xuchang would be at their fingertips.
On the second day of September, the Huns rode clumsily on their horses, peeping from a distance in the soft mud and not daring to get close.
The Jin army ignored them.
Auxiliary troops, chariots and horses began to cross the river in batches.
Three or four temporary trestles have been built, and ships are working day and night to transport food, ordnance, baggage, and personnel ashore.
The camp expanded a lot further.
In addition to the main camp, two smaller camps were built, and the three were in the shape of a "pin".
The flag with the word "Shao" in the camp was flying high, as if mocking the Huns' futile efforts.
This move of the golden-armored general really stunned the Huns.
Chapter completed!