Chapter 420 The Last Moment (Part 2)
The fierce battle started in the morning.
Liu Fu’s hands and feet were cold and he couldn’t bear to look at it any longer.
The destruction of the two westernmost camps will cause huge damage to our own morale.
The sergeants who were sent over for reinforcements and defeated by the Jin army and returned spread the news of their defeat everywhere. Even after dozens of people were beheaded, they still couldn't stop it.
Today's attack on the camp, Shao Thief 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 various places. Until now, all those who can fight and are willing to fight to the death are gone.
How can you support this?
He subconsciously looked at the bottom of the high platform. Fortunately, the guards and horses were all there, which made him relieved.
Once you escape, although the emperor will be disappointed or even angry, it is better than losing your life in a daze.
This time, his future is really over, he can see it, so he hates Shao Xun especially.
Compared with Liu Fu, Zhao Gu worked much harder.
He has no reason to give up.
There are more than 20,000 soldiers in total, and there are 10,000 soldiers he brought over from Zhemati. Once the losses are exhausted, even though new soldiers can be recruited to make up for it in the short term, the combat effectiveness cannot 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 waves of fierce offensives of the Jin army.
Between the battles, he even had to secretly observe the movements of King Bohai. Only when he saw that his commanding flag was still flying high did he feel relieved.
But soon anger arose in my heart.
We have been fighting for several years, and every time we fail, it is these servants who die. 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 fight continues, one day the Huns will really be able to manipulate them at will - now the signs are showing. 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. He calmed down and called several of his followers to prepare for him.
The person agreed and left quietly.
The Jin army appeared again on the west wall.
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 sounded outside the camp.
That was the cavalry coming to support from other directions. At a 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 barely 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 yet, 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 cavalry was roaming 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 were chasing each other in the wilderness. Either the Hun cavalry was knocked off their horses, or the Jin cavalry was knocked to the ground by arrows.
Zhao Gu looked like frost.
With more than twice the cavalry advantage, the Jin people were unable to do anything, allowing their infantry formation to rush under the camp wall smoothly.
The battle begins again.
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In the mighty river, there are forests of rafts and oars, and hundreds of boats vying for 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 went down into the water, held their black 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 ignore the waves of killing sounds coming from the north.
Peng Ling was the first to climb ashore.
The solid ground beneath his feet 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 boat and went to the north bank to meet scouts.
After arriving at Heyang, he 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 seemed to be the fourth time, he wasn't sure.
The first three times were all last month. The Heiji army led the Heyang Dingzhuang and Tuntian troops stationed on the south bank to the north. The Huns were defeated three times and retreated to the south bank in a hurry, suffering heavy losses.
The fourth time, it should be a little different, right?
He checked the equipment and kicked off the mud on his boots.
The robes came ashore one after another and formed a hasty formation on the long embankment.
When three to four hundred people gathered, the officer gave an order, and hundreds of people held up black silk and marched forward in unison.
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 tragic war.
The footsteps behind me are getting denser and denser, and more people are coming ashore.
They must be very hesitant 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 rangers appeared ahead.
When they saw the large group of Jin troops advancing with their rifles in hand, they were panicked. The horse of one of the rangers even stood up, almost knocking him to the ground.
The "rustling" footsteps spread forward quickly and resolutely. The Huns' rangers fired a few arrows, and there were two muffled groans in the queue.
The military formation continued to move forward without any pause.
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. Instead of returning to camp, they disappeared over the distant horizon.
The black army slowly approached the camp.
There are very few people on the wall, and they are walking around, shouting and making endless noises.
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 you 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 in the afternoon, the long blade looks impressive and oppressive.
They had no expression on their faces, 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 were whirring, 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 spread his arms and shouted.
"Kill! Kill! Kill!" As if a signal, the originally static jungle quickly "twisted".
The shield hand was in the front, covering Heyang Dingzhuang as he sent the long ladder up.
The archers circled around from the left and right, shooting continuously without stopping.
The jungle turned into a black ocean, rushing towards the camp like a huge wave.
"Pah." 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 just 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 are the enemies? Where have you gone?
"唏伦lv!" 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 gave them a happy poke.
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 Heiji army, mostly composed of new soldiers, was beaten back step by step.
Fortunately, more and more of our own soldiers are pouring in, especially Heyang Dingzhuang, whose number is as high as two thousand, brandishing various weapons and even crude wooden spears, fighting head-on with the enemy. .
The battle situation was restored bit by bit.
"Die!" 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 Heiji 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.
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The battle continued into the afternoon, and 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 lead the charge himself, and he was able to contain the Jin people's offensive slightly. But even so, he still couldn't clear out the silver spear soldiers who rushed into the camp.
Whether it was firing crossbows and arrows, leading elite troops to charge, or the Hun cavalry launching a desperate charge, it 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 rush in.
At this point, Zhao Gu knew it was over.
The fortress can only be breached today, there is no possibility of delaying it until tomorrow.
The Shao thieves' attack in the past two days completely ignored the casualties. They 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 Hun cavalry had already slipped away and withdrew from other camp gates, but others desperately launched a final charge in an attempt to disperse the Jin army that broke into the camp.
“Kill the thief!” A thunderous roar sounded from the south.
Zhao Gu turned around and saw a sharp sword protruding from the southern camp wall, followed by a dark sword pole, and then a large group of soldiers.
There are not many people on the south wall, and even if there are, their combat power is very doubtful.
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.
Hei Yijun also jumped down.
They ignored the broken troops scurrying around. After reorganizing their troops, they headed straight towards the main force of the Huns' infantry and cavalry who were fighting with the Silver Spear Army.
It’s over! The front was almost unable to withstand it, and with another blow from the side, it was inevitable that the entire army would collapse.
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 missing.
A sudden thought occurred in his heart. 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 on the opposite side handed over the horse's reins. 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, they turned around and rushed back to kill.
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 stone thrown into a lake, causing only a small ripple and soon becoming silent.
In the end, all the sergeants who could fight were exhausted, and Liu Fu and Zhao Gu also ran away. The remaining thousands of sergeants in the Huns' central camp ushered in a total collapse.
No one expected that 30,000 cavalrymen would stick to the camp, but they only lasted two days...
(End of chapter)