Chapter 414 Crossing the River
In the sky with rolling dark clouds, heavy rain poured down from the sky.
The big raindrops followed the river wind and went straight into the mouth and nose.
The water flow was very fast, and the boatman rowed hard against the terrifying power of heaven and earth.
Fortunately, the wind and rain were strong enough, and the sounds of paddling and passwords 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 clenched the barrels of their guns, waiting for the judgment of the unknown fate.
The fleet continues forward.
A fish jumped high above the river, 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 inside. The closer he got to the north shore, the faster his heart beat.
"Boom!" God can't bear to see such a powerful and big-hearted warrior, insisting on letting them show off again.
Lightnings lit up one after another, making the Yellow River flicker 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 shuddered and took out the jill. Just when he 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 wrath of thunder, 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 bolt of thunder 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, hesitantly walking 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.
The bearded man had a cruel smile on his face.
He is still moving forward, and the people behind him are also moving forward.
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 fell to his knees 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 they creaked 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 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 cracklingly, and soon formed a pool of water filled with a strong bloody smell around him.
The God of Death kicked open the broken door of the thatched cottage on a rainy night, stabbed down quickly with a spear, and screams came one after another.
They did not stop here, but continued to move forward.
The previously annoying Thunder seems to have become amiable.
They need this to light the way forward.
The rain is getting heavier and the wind is blowing faster and faster.
The people who came ashore held hands and held spears, and marched forward in a row amid the power of heaven and earth.
Ahead is a larger camp.
The lights in the camp were dim, and there were obviously not many people left.
With such a heavy wind and rain, the guards were not interested 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.
One scream after another rose into the sky.
The camp gate 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 thrust 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 fell down.
With the spear drawn out, the enemy soldier fell to the ground against the wall, leaving a shocking blood trail on the wall.
Screams, cries, and roars intertwined in an instant, gradually drowning out the sound of wind and rain.
There were not many people in the camp, it was empty, and 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 sword, 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 killing that happened in the night.
This is not the world trend it calculated.
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 soldiers 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 blood, 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 cleared 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, quivers, large shields, dry food...
Part of the enemy stronghold was demolished overnight.
The naked warrior jumped into waist-deep water and struggled to drive the wooden stakes.
Some people brought wooden boards, some people brought ropes, some people brought saws...
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 flows eastward carrying silt, dead branches and leaves.
The blue sky seems to have been refined and is extremely clear.
The air is full of water vapor, and maybe there is a pleasant smell of blood - there is something wrong with the martial artist's aesthetics.
The ground is extremely muddy and has 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 the new conqueror.
The golden-armored general came ashore.
Holding the tip of the bow in his left hand and stroking the handle of the knife in his right hand, he strolled among the corpses as if 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 murderer in the field.
“Camp where you are and dig trenches.”
"The ship returns and continues to ferry people."
"I am here to defend the enemy with my sons."
"Come one, kill one. Come two, kill a pair." After victory, everyone will be rewarded."
After that, Shao Xun asked Liu Ling to move a bed, sit down on the golden sword, and look to the east.
"Wonderful victory!" The Silver Spear Soldiers raised their spears high and cheered loudly.
The shouts 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!
Take your most trusted warriors, cross the river northward, and plant 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 if they didn’t see them or they didn’t arrive in time.
On the first day of September, a total of 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 ditches and horses in place.
On this day, the last elite soldiers in Henan who dared to fight in the field all crossed the river.
If the Xiongnu had the ability to eat them, Luoyang and Xuchang would be within easy reach.
On the second day of September, the Huns rode clumsily on their horses, peeping from a distance in the soft mud, not daring to get close.
The Jin army ignored them.
The auxiliary troops, chariots and horses began to cross the river in batches.
Three or four temporary trestles have been built, and ships work around the clock to transport food, ordnance, baggage, and personnel ashore.
The camp has expanded in a large circle.
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' useless efforts.
This move of the golden-armored general really stunned the Huns.
(End of this chapter)