The fierce fighting started in the morning.
Liu Fu's hands and feet were cold and he couldn't bear to look at it any longer.
The two westernmost camps were destroyed, which caused huge damage to our own morale.
The sergeants who were sent to reinforce the army and were defeated by the Jin army spread the news of the defeat everywhere. Even after dozens of people were beheaded, they still couldn't stop it.
During the attack on the camp today, Thief Shao mobilized almost all the people who could fight.
As usual, the Ding Zhuang auxiliary soldiers were the main force in charging the camp, one after another, seemingly endless.
The same offensive and defensive tactics were the same as what he saw at the western camp yesterday.
The only difference is that the defenders seem less able to fight.
Yes, after a day and night of high-intensity fighting, the losses were so huge, and a large number of elite soldiers and generals were mobilized from all over the country. Until now, all those who can fight and are willing to fight to the death have been destroyed.
How can you support this?
He subconsciously looked under the high platform. Fortunately, the guards and horses were all there, which made him sigh in relief.
Once he escapes, although the emperor will be disappointed or even angry, it is better than losing his life by accident.
This time, his future was really over, he could see it, so he hated Shao Xun especially.
Compared with Liu Fu, Zhao Gu worked much harder.
He has no reason to give up.
There are only more than 20,000 soldiers in total, and Zhemati has 10,000 soldiers that he brought over. Once the losses are all exhausted, even if new soldiers can be recruited in the short term to make up for it, the combat effectiveness will not be restored.
Therefore, he sent out the most capable troops to make up for the leaks everywhere, and was able to withstand the first two fierce offensives of the Jin army.
During the intermission of the battle, he even secretly observed the movements of King Bohai, and was relieved when he saw that his commanding flag was still flying high.
But soon anger arose in my heart again.
They had been fighting for several years, and every time they failed, it was their servants who died. But the Huns relied on their horses and ran very fast. Even if they suffered a small defeat, they did not damage their roots.
If the fighting continues, one day the Huns will really be able to manipulate them at will - and now it has begun to show signs of it. Shi Le was forced to lead his army to fight for the Huns, and he was very aggrieved.
"Kill him and his head will roll!" There was an increasingly louder roar outside the camp.
Zhao Gu was frightened, calmed down, called several of his followers, and prepared for him.
He understood what he wanted and left quietly.
The Jin army appeared again on the wall to the west.
The arrows were densely packed, and many flew down into the camp. Looking from a distance, the ground looked as scary as a layer of white hair.
The sound of horse hooves echoed outside the camp.
Those were the cavalry who came to support from other directions. At the critical moment, they rarely risked their lives and repeatedly strangled the Jin cavalry.
The sound of horse hooves lasted for a long time before disappearing.
The sergeants guarding the camp mustered up their courage and pushed the Jin army back, but they did not dare to leave the camp to pursue and defeat the enemy.
Zhao Gu was extremely anxious. He raised his head and looked in the direction of Liu Fu, and then looked at the sky.
It’s not even noon, damn it!
Can you still last until night?
He climbed to another high platform and overlooked the enemy's situation.
On the flat land, two more Jin army formations moved over.
Our own cavalry roamed in the wilderness, repeatedly harassing, and constantly throwing arrows into the Jin army's formation, causing damage.
The Jin cavalry also dispatched.
The two sides chased each other in the wilderness. Either the Huns' cavalry was knocked off their horses, or the Jin's cavalry was knocked to the ground by arrows.
Zhao Gu's face turned as cold as frost.
The superiority of the cavalry, which was more than twice that of the enemy, was actually unable to do anything to the Jin people, allowing their infantry formation to successfully rush to the bottom of the camp wall.
The fighting begins again.
****
In the turbulent river, there are rafts and oars like a forest, and hundreds of boats compete in the current.
When the first ship rushed into the reed marsh and slowly docked in the shallow water, the Huns who were watching them from a distance sent a signal.
"Crash!" A large group of sergeants descended into the water, held their dark rifles high, and trudged toward the shore.
There was no ambush as expected, no arrows being fired from the sky, everything was surprisingly quiet, if you ignored the waves of killing sounds coming from the north.
Penngling was the first to climb ashore.
There was solid ground beneath his feet, which made him feel particularly at ease.
Sometimes, he felt that he was destined to the Yellow River.
When he was stationed in Lingjin, he often rowed a small boat to meet the scouts on the north bank.
When they arrived at Heyang, they boarded a boat and crossed north to storm the enemy camp.
Now, he stood on the long embankment again, looking at the enemy camp in the distance.
How many times? It seems to be the fourth time, he is not sure.
The first three times were all in the last month. The Heiji army led Heyang Dingzhuang and the field army stationed on the south bank to go north. The Huns were defeated three times and retreated to the south bank in a hurry, suffering heavy losses.
The fourth time should be a little different, right?
He checked the equipment and kicked off the mud on his boots.
The people came ashore one after another and formed a hasty formation on the long embankment.
When three to four hundred people had gathered, the officer gave an order, and hundreds of people marched forward, holding black pottery.
There were no drums, no trumpets, and no high-pitched slogans.
Hundreds of people marched in silence, as quiet as an autumn outing rather than a brutal war.
The footsteps behind him became denser and denser, and more people came ashore.
They must be very confused and worried.
Peng Ling actually smiled because he thought so too.
After losing three times, I should win this time no matter what!
Several Hun horsemen appeared in front.
When they saw the large group of Jin troops advancing with their rifles in hand, they were panicked. The horse of one of them even stood upright, almost knocking him to the ground.
The sound of "rustling" footsteps spread forward quickly and resolutely.
The Huns' cavalry fired a few arrows, and there were two muffled groans in the queue.
The military formation did not pause at all and continued to move forward.
The Huns' cavalry turned their horses' heads and withdrew.
Behind them, there was another thatched hut, and seven or eight infantrymen ran out of the house, rolling and crawling back. They did not return to the camp, but disappeared into the distant horizon.
The black army slowly approached the camp.
There were very few people on the wall, and they were walking around, shouting, and making a lot of noise.
From their perspective, from the river bank to the camp, a black bush suddenly appeared on the bare mud.
The jungle is moving, from far to near.
At first, I could only see the entire jungle, but gradually, the details of the jungle became clear.
A total of fifteen or six hundred people!
Under the sunlight of the afternoon, the long blade looks impressive and oppressive.
Their faces were expressionless, and they didn't even make any noise. They just marched in silence, pressing straight to the front not far away.
Panting, Heyang Dingzhuang moved the long ladder.
They crossed the black jungle, stood directly in front, and then stopped.
The wind is blowing.
The military flags and robes roared, and the midday sun had no warmth at all, leaving only a biting chill from head to toe.
"Kill!" In front of the black jungle, someone shouted with arms stretched out.
"Kill! Kill! Kill!" As if a signal, the originally static jungle quickly "twisted".
The shield bearer was in the front, covering Heyang Dingzhuang as he sent the long ladder up.
The archers circled around from the left and right and fired continuously without stopping.
The jungle turned into a black ocean, rushing towards the camp like a huge wave.
"Pa da." The long ladder was put up on the wall of the village, and the hook at the top was firmly hooked on the top of the wall.
The officers and soldiers of the Heiji Army shouted and climbed up. With one charge, they wiped out the few enemy soldiers on the wall.
Peng Ling rushed up to the wall in surprise, then went down the ladder and entered the enemy camp.
This attack was too easy! Where is the enemy? Where are they?
"Xilulu!" The horses neighed one after another. The gates of the entire camp were opened, and the few Huns cavalry got on their horses and drove away.
There were still some wounded soldiers in the camp, looking desperately at the Jin army falling from the sky.
The Jin army was not polite. When they passed by, they stabbed them casually and gave them a pleasant surprise.
A group of enemy soldiers, probably hundreds of them, came out of the camp and fought with the black soldiers who rushed into the camp.
The black army, which consisted mostly of new soldiers, was beaten back step by step.
Fortunately, more and more of our own soldiers are pouring in, especially the Heyang Dingzhuang, who number up to two thousand, wielding various weapons and even crude wooden spears, fighting head-on with the enemy.
The situation in the battle was restored little by little.
"Go to hell!" After Peng Ling stabbed one person to death, the enemy army began to retreat backwards and gradually became exhausted.
After a stick of incense was burned, the enemy army completely collapsed and dispersed backwards.
The Heijian Army and Heyang Dingzhuang took advantage of the situation to pursue and kill them. They even abandoned the newly captured camp and pursued them all the way until they reached the vicinity of the enemy's camp.
****
As the battle progressed into the afternoon, the fighting at the Chinese camp became increasingly fierce.
Zhao Gu also threw hundreds of his own troops in to supervise the battle, but he still could not stop the influx of Jin troops.
In the end, he had to personally lead a charge to suppress the Jin offensive. But even so, he still could not clear out the silver spear soldiers who rushed into the camp.
No matter whether they fired crossbows or arrows, led elite troops to charge, or the Huns cavalry launched a desperate charge, they all had no effect.
Even though the Silver Spear Army suffered heavy casualties and people kept falling to the ground, they still firmly formed a formation to cover the subsequent troops rushing in.
By this time, Zhao Gu knew it was over.
The fortress can only be breached today, there is no possibility of delaying it until tomorrow.
Shao's thieves' attack in the past two days, regardless of casualties, rushed and struck with thunderous momentum, crushing them who thought they could hold on to the camp for at least ten and a half days.
Zhao Gu's face was burning, as if he had been slapped countless times, and he was even more frightened because he didn't know if he would have the courage to face Shao Xun in the future.
Some of the Huns' cavalry had already escaped and withdrew from other camp gates, but others desperately launched a final charge in an attempt to disperse the Jin troops that had broken into the camp.
"Kill the thief!" A thundering roar rang out from the south.
Zhao Gu turned his head and looked around, only to see a sharp sword protruding from the southern camp wall, followed by a dark sword pole, and then a large group of soldiers.
There weren't many people on the south wall, and even if there were, their combat power was very questionable.
They only struggled with the black army for a short while before they fell like raindrops - they did not fall to the ground after being killed, but they lost their will to fight and jumped down on their own.
The black soldiers also jumped down.
They ignored the broken troops running around, and after reorganizing their troops, they headed straight for the main force of the Huns' infantry and cavalry who were fighting with the Silver Spear Army.
It's over! The front is almost unable to withstand it, and with another blow from the side, the collapse of the entire army is inevitable.
Zhao Gu turned his head and saw that the big flag with the character "Liu" on the high platform was still flying, but the person was nowhere to be seen.
A sudden thought occurred in his heart, and he had no time to curse Liu Fu for abandoning his army and fled. Under the cover of his own soldiers, he ran towards the rear.
Someone from the opposite side handed over the horse's reins, and he immediately got on the horse and rode away.
Some of the soldiers bowed to him and said loudly: "General, please take care of my wife and children."
Then with red eyes, he turned around and rushed back to kill him.
But if the general trend is like this, what can the efforts of a few brave and loyal people determine?
Their counterattack was like a pebble thrown into a lake, causing only a small ripple and soon becoming silent.
In the end, all the sergeants who could fight were wiped out, Liu Fu and Zhao Gu also ran away, and the remaining thousands of sergeants in the Xiongnu Central Army camp ushered in a total collapse.
No one expected that 30,000 cavalrymen would stick to the camp, but they could only hold on for two days...
Chapter completed!