More than two hundred Huns spread out on the ice and ran forward.
The brighter and brighter firelight in the distance is the direction.
The moon has set and the sun has not yet risen. It is the darkest time before dawn, and you can't see your fingers.
Fortunately, the ice surface is flat and there are no obstacles. As long as you don't slip, you won't fall.
It doesn't matter if they slip, they wear a lot, like a ball.
Running on the ice takes a lot of energy. Even the selected warriors have some blood and energy floating along the way and are out of breath.
Fortunately, the Han army camp was getting closer and closer. Against the backdrop of the firelight, human figures could be vaguely distinguished.
The Han army's camp was deserted, with almost no one in sight.
They slowed down their pace, adjusted their breathing, and made as little noise as possible. At the same time, they drew their bows and nocked arrows.
Some people licked their lips and seemed to smell the delicious taste of blood.
There's only two arrows between them and their prey.
The firelight became brighter and brighter, reflecting on the ice and becoming brighter and brighter.
Just then, someone noticed something strange.
The firelight reflected on the ice seemed to be shaking.
The ice surface is not absolutely smooth, and the reflection will change, but it will not change frequently, and it will not ripple like water waves.
They slowed down and squinted their eyes to take a closer look.
Before they could understand, there was a "crash" sound not far away, followed by a scream and the sound of desperately paddling.
Someone ran too fast, didn't pay attention to his steps, and fell into the water.
Others immediately became nervous. This place was too close to the Han camp, and it might alarm the people in the camp, causing the raid to fail.
"Forward!" the two centurions issued the order in unison.
Too far away from the main camp, the arrows in their hands cannot reach the target, and they must advance at least fifty steps.
After hearing the order, the Huns ignored their companions and accelerated their pace forward.
Some people lit torches, and more people raised their bows, lit the tinder of the arrows, drew them full, and were ready to shoot.
"thump!"
"thump!"
The sound of falling into the water kept coming, and more people fell into the water. Before the arrows in their hands could be shot, some were drowned by the water, and some fell on the ice, illuminating their frightened faces.
What is floating on the water is shallow ice floes instead of thick ice layers.
The Huns immediately realized that the Han people were not completely unprepared. They broke the ice on the shore to prevent the enemy from approaching from the ice.
Even so, the Huns did not give up.
There were only a hundred steps left from the shore, and even if they had to swim, they had to swim over.
Someone took off his thick leather jacket, wrapped a special rocket, picked up the lake water mixed with ice floes, and wiped it vigorously on his body. After his body adapted to the cold, he drank a few more sips of wine, and then he slipped into the water.
After running all the way and being covered in sweat, immersing yourself directly in water can cause cramps.
The two centurions were no exception. After wiping their bodies with cold water, they entered the water one after another. They moved forward in the cold lake water, with only their heads exposed, and their eyes stared closely at the approaching Han army camp.
When their feet touched the mud at the edge of the lake, they slowly emerged from the water. A centurion raised his hand, ready to give the order to enter.
"Whoosh! Whoosh!" Two feather arrows flew at the same time. The centurion was hit by the arrow and fell into the water on his back, causing a splash of water.
Blood gushed out along the arrow shaft, dyeing the lake water red.
Almost at the same time, another centurion was also shot by a cold arrow and let out a painful cry.
The Huns were panicked.
The centurion was shot before the battle even started, but they didn't even see the shadow of their opponent.
This was clearly a trap, and they were the prey that fell into the trap.
Many people subconsciously got into the water, only showing their frightened eyes.
There was silence on the shore.
The water in the lake was biting, and the Huns soon couldn't stand it anymore. Some people took the risk and stood up, took long strides, and ran towards the lake shore. As they ran, they drew the bows in their hands. There was no torch to ignite, and the arrows in their hands did only limited damage.
Empowering yourself doesn't have much practical meaning.
There were not even many people on the shore.
The arrow flew away from the string, breaking the tranquility. The camp on the shore immediately became lively. First, the patrolling soldiers sounded warning bells, and then more soldiers rushed out of the tent and formed a formation outside the tent.
The Huns did not dare to neglect, roared and charged forward.
They have no choice but to move forward.
"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!" The sound of arrows piercing the air was heard endlessly, and the Huns fell down one after another. Only about thirty people rushed to the vicinity of the Han army's camp.
The crossbowmen retreated, and what greeted the Huns were two groups of Han infantry wearing black armor, holding swords and shields, and waiting carefully.
The battle was a one-sided massacre from the start.
After traveling for more than ten miles, the Huns were exhausted and had no protection on their bodies. Just now, they even took off their cold-proof fur coats in order to facilitate swimming. Now they were left with only wet single clothes, which could not stop the Han army at all.
The sharp ring-headed knife chops.
This is the imperial camp, and the people guarding it are the most elite infantry, and they are also the only infantry in the entire army-Hu Ben.
Screams came one after another, and the Huns soon fell into a pool of blood. Some of them fell to the ground before they died, moaning in pain.
Commander Hu Ben raised his hand and ordered to stop shooting.
Huben spread out into groups of five. The Huns who fell on the ground disarmed and dragged them together.
"ignition!"
The prepared fire was lit, lighting up the camp, the lake, and the frightened eyes of the Huns.
Dozens of fires were scattered nearby, obviously prepared by the Han people.
The fire was blazing, accompanied by Hu Ben's laughter.
Someone said: "It seems there is something missing."
Immediately someone said: "If you don't scream, it doesn't look like the camp is being attacked, it looks like a barbecue."
There was a roar of laughter.
Then someone else said: "Barbecuing is not bad. Can't these beasts be roasted? They must be miserable when they scream."
"color!"
Someone rushed over, picked up a wounded Huns, and threw him into the fire.
The Huns screamed when they were burned by the fire and tried their best to crawl out, but were kicked in by the tigers surrounding them.
More Huns were thrown into the fire, and the screams were heartbreaking and could not be more real. Even the Huns who were not thrown into the fire were frightened and screamed desperately.
Seeing the Huns struggling and twisting in the flames, turning into living torches, the expressions of the tigers and warriors gradually became cruel.
They threw more Huns into the fire.
"Burn them, burn them to death!" someone shouted.
"Burn them!" someone echoed.
Some people couldn't bear it and wanted to step aside, but were grabbed tightly by their companions.
"Watch carefully, if you don't kill, you will be killed." Someone yelled loudly to hide the fear in his heart.
"When Luoyang was burned, it was much worse than this." Someone gritted his teeth and cursed.
The screams became more and more shrill, and the fire became more dazzling, lighting up the sky.
To the north of the camp, a group of black shadows appeared on the dark horizon. Accompanied by the rumble of horse hooves, hundreds of cavalry launched a charge towards the Han army camp illuminated by fire.
?Luo reined in his mount, squinted his eyes, and stared at the camp in the distance without blinking.