In the rain and fog, the screams of dying people seemed muffled, reaching the ears, but they seemed to be stuck in the heart.
Perhaps the previous camps were different, and each had different goals, but in front of the God of Death, they were almost the same. When the knife was struck, it would hurt, break, and bleed. The screams before death were also the same and remained here. The last sound in the world.
A Han soldier who had just poked his head out from the camp and cut down a Xianbei soldier who had climbed up was shot down by an arrow fired from below the camp.
The mark left by the arrow in the rain and fog was clearly visible, and it seemed to stay for a few seconds before disappearing into the air. However, the Han soldiers were not afraid at all. Others came from behind the female wall or wooden wall, slashing with swords and using Spear thrust!
Many Xianbei people had to retreat again after climbing halfway, and some even fell heavily into the muddy water.
The strong barbarian archer hiding under the poncho at the city was ready to shoot again. As soon as he nocked the arrow and fired, he felt that the sound was wrong. When he relaxed and looked again, he found that the rain, fog and moisture that had drifted in from unknown time had already tightened the bow string. All soaked...
"Damn it!" the Hu Renqiang archer cursed angrily, but he had no choice but to quickly remove the bowstring from the back of the bow, wrap it in dry cloth, and send it to the awning behind to dry.
Even so, these barbarians all know that every time the bowstring is dried, the lifespan is shortened by one point. However, if the bowstring is not dried, the bowstring will become loose and there is no way to use it, so this is the only solution...
This attack will destroy many good bows and destroy many lives.
The sky gradually darkened. In the rain and fog, everything was gray and it was impossible to see the opponent clearly. The sound of the horn echoed sadly in the rain, announcing that Xianbei had failed in another round of attack.
The Xianbei people retreated, revealing the outside of the Yinshan camp and starting to build tall mounds of earth.
Starting yesterday, even though there was constant fighting and fighting on the walls of the camp, the civilians who were captured from nearby and failed to escape in time kept raising these mounds of earth.
It was raining heavily, and there was no food. If they relaxed even a little bit, these wolf-like and tiger-like Xianbei people would be whipped with whips, allowing these unlucky Han people to inspire the last bit of strength in their lives...
As for those who were exhausted, when the Xianbei soldiers who were supervising the work saw it and judged that the old and weak Han man was indeed exhausted and could no longer work, he stepped forward and stabbed him to death, then kicked him down on the mound of earth. , and became part of this huge artificial structure.
Before the Yinshan camp, the hell-like situation was ten times worse.
Yinshan Camp is not very big, and is built against the cliff of Yinshan Mountain. It rained heavily for two consecutive days, and those unfinished sunken areas were obviously soaked and washed away by water and collapsed. But these gaps have now reopened. They were all blocked with wood and stones, but the Xianbei people still could not attack the camp through such a gap.
Under the low camp, all kinds of broken weapons and twisted corpses were scattered.
It was even more tragic at the entrance of the camp. The corpses that were obviously burned to death by kerosene were extremely black, and all the fat and water in their bodies had been burned away. Only the carbonized stumps of their limbs were left shaking tremblingly in the wash of rain. It seemed like he was still crying and screaming in pain.
There were also layers of corpses on the walls of the camp. After the attack failed, those who were lucky enough to survive retreated. However, those soldiers who were injured but unable to move were half lying and half leaning on the surrounding opponents or It was on the corpse of a comrade, cursing and panting amidst the sound of rain, and then letting the blood slowly drain away, the wounds turned from bright red to pink, and the breath gradually became weaker...
Xu Yu's face at the camp was as dark as the dark clouds in the sky. He slowly untied the cloth wrapped around the sword on the back of his hand, moved his arms that were already sore and swollen, then patted the soldiers beside him, then turned around and slowly Slowly go down the stairs of the steep camp wall.
Under the water of the rain, and after another fierce battle, even a strong man like Xu Yu felt a little exhausted. His arms were stained with blood to prevent the sword from slipping. The lines on his body were clearly visible. The stained blood flowed under the feet with the rain. Every step was a red footprint, and then it slowly faded and scattered under the wash of the rain.
Greenhouses were erected close to the wall of the camp. Under the greenhouses were the soldiers who had been replaced before. The corpses of some of our own soldiers who had been transported from the wall of the camp were stacked in the greenhouse like stacks of firewood. On the other side, the layers were piled high, and blood that had not yet dried up between the corpses still flowed out along the gaps, mixed with mud, and dyed the ground a purple-black color.
The inner side of the greenhouse, which was less likely to be exposed to rain, was given to the wounded soldiers.
The slightly injured ones were wrapped in various bloody cloths, breathing cold air from time to time, trying their best not to cry out, and further inside were the seriously injured soldiers. Some of these seriously injured soldiers had lost their consciousness. He would talk nonsense in a dazed manner, and sometimes he would suddenly and inexplicably shout a few times, but the shouts would gradually become weaker.
Xu Huang was in the innermost part of the greenhouse, tightly wrapping the cloth around the wound of a wounded soldier, and then looked at the wounded soldier and said, "... hold on for two more days, hold on for two more days, do you understand?"
Then Xu Huang shouted again: "Where's the hot soup? Where's the hot soup? Bring it here..."
The wounded soldier's face was pale, but he was still calm and nodded slightly. He only made short breathing sounds from his nose, and it was obvious that he was still in unbearable pain.
Seeing Xu Yu approaching, the soldiers around Xu Huang stepped aside to let him approach.
Xu Huang turned around and saw him, and immediately laughed loudly and said: "How about on the wall? The Xianbei dogs were beaten back again, right? Well done! You guys are all good! The Xianbei dogs want to capture it. Camp, don’t even think about it!”
Xu Yu looked at the wounded in the shed, squeezed out a smile and nodded.
Xu Huang stood up, gently patted the injured soldier's uninjured shoulder, then signaled with his eyes, and took the lead to walk outside the greenhouse.
The raindrops hit the hut, then gathered into a line and slid down from the top of the hut.
After days of fighting, although Xu Huang's expression remained calm, his face was obviously thinner. He whispered: "This time... how is the damage?"
Xu Yu came to the side, turned his eyes to the side, and said in a low voice: "It was okay at first...but this rain...the men were physically exhausted, and they lost more than seventy people..."
Xu Huang raised his head and looked at the seemingly endless curtain of rain in the sky, with a deep frown in his eyebrows.
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Lin Yinqin, who was outside the camp, also frowned deeply.
Regarding the conquest of a fortress, it is difficult to defend the city, but it is even more dangerous to attack the city. If the loss ratio of the attacker and defender is ten to one, it is considered normal, and if it is less than five to one, it is considered that the attacker's soldiers are strong.
Incredible.
Lin Yinqin silently calculated that the attack on the stronghold started yesterday, not counting those who were slightly injured, but the 130 people who were seriously injured and killed on the spot. Today is even more unbearable. They have already exceeded 200 people. If those people go back at night
Those who were seriously injured and some who couldn't bear it...
Lin Yinqin gritted his teeth and glanced at the other side. The Xianbei Krichen side seemed to be similar, which made him feel a little better.
However, it's just a little better.
After two days, the tribesmen brought by him and Alan Yi have lost nearly 400 people, which is already one-fifth of this time's strength...
In the rain and fog, the swaying civilians were pushing up the mound like ghosts, hoping that the mound would be as high as the Yinshan camp one day soon, and then they would be free.
And those barbarians who retreated, covered in mud and blood, how human do they look?
The retreating Huns soldiers bypassed the mound and came to their starting line. They almost staggered to the grass shed. Regardless of the fact that the ground was still muddy, they just went to the ground and gulped.
I was panting heavily and couldn't get up for a long time.
The Xiongnu army may not have any discussions, or may have complaints and complaints, but so what?
The Xianbei people gave them a piece of pasture. Although it cannot be said to be very good, it still gave these Huns a space to live. From this point of view, it was considered good. And having said that, even if there were complaints and dissatisfaction, so what?
In the situation before them, the Huns like Alanyi and Linyinqin can only survive through the cracks. It is like being in thorns. No matter which direction they are facing, they will be covered with wounds and bloody flesh...
I originally thought how difficult this small Yinshan camp could be to defeat, but I never thought that after so many lives were put under the camp wall, this Yinshan fortress still wouldn't fall.
Who knows how many lives of Huns need to be filled under this small Yinshan camp, and how far one's own people can walk on this thorny road without bleeding!
While Lin Yinqin was meditating silently, Alan Yi came over, quietly touched Lin Yinqin with his elbow, and then signaled with his eyes...
Behind the starting line of the Hu people, there was a long awning standing on the edge of the cliff. Under the awning, wooden frames were nailed with wooden boards, and covered with wooden boards and hay, as well as the surrounding wet awnings.
, the muddy Huangnitang is simply a paradise and a hell.
This is naturally Tuyuhun's temporary command post, and at this time, a figure bowed down in front of Tuyuhun. It seemed to be Nakrich, who was telling something...
"... General Bi, it's not that my Krichen son-in-law didn't move forward bravely. It's just that in the heavy rain these two days, I saw that the men and women rushed to the camp, but the supporting bows and arrows behind were scattered. On the city
Those Han dogs can actually stab us with their waists straight!" Na Kelizhen said gesticulating, perhaps a little angry, perhaps a little helpless, with a strange expression on his face.
"...Three to four hundred good men were killed and injured in two days," Na Keli's true words brought out some vibrato, showing a bit of grief, "...they are all great young men,
They are all our good men, and now they are all buried in this damn camp..."
"General, please let my sons retreat for a while and take a breather! The sons are sleeping in the wild with nothing to eat and no good rest. They have to brave the heavy rain to attack the city. They are all subordinates of the king.
, be more considerate..."
Tuyuhun looked around, then suddenly slapped his thigh and said angrily: "Damn it, who is in charge of back-row support today? What makes our really good guy in Kerry work so hard?!"
Immediately, someone from the side responded: "Come back to General, it's my sons... General, you have also seen that after such a heavy rain, the bowstring became degummed and softened due to moisture, and it was impossible to shoot a few arrows without having to bake it again.
In order to provide support, two to three hundred bowstrings in our tribe have been scrapped! Well, Krishen, you will only clamor for support, and when someone asks you for some bowstrings, you are stingy and won’t give them... Hehe
…”
The Xianbei people are still mainly tribal. Although there are differences in official positions, there are no mandatory etiquette. Even when meeting the Xianbei King, the people in the tribe sit cross-legged in a circle, and there is no need to reply.
The principle of standing up.
Then Krichen turned around and counterattacked: "What do you want for a little? You guy, if you open your mouth and ask for five hundred, then my son-in-law will not use bows and arrows?"
"Hey, it sounds like you can use those bows and arrows just because the weather is like this?"
"What do you mean?"
"That's what I mean!"
The two people immediately started quarreling with each other.
"enough!"
Tuyuhun shouted loudly.
"...You two are here too," Tuyuhun raised his eyes and saw Alanyi and Linyinqin, then he shook the flesh on his face, forced a smile, and said, "...come, sit down, let's talk too,
What do you two think of this Han Dog camp?"
Lin Yinqin and Alan Yi looked at each other, were silent for a while, and said, "General Bei, this camp... is a little weird..."
"Oh?" Tuyuhun looked at Linyinqin and Alanyi up and down, and said with a half-smile, "What a weird method, let's talk about it."
"Back to General," Alan Yi said, "...if according to common sense, such heavy rain has been falling for two days...the walls of this camp should have been soaked by the rain and collapsed, but now... "
Everyone's eyes immediately turned to the Yinshan camp. Although the sky was already dark, they could still probably see an outline.
In the rain and fog, the Yinshan camp seemed to be riddled with holes, but it still stood firm...
Lin Yinqin continued: "My subordinates also tried to dig out the village wall, but under the layer of green bricks and stones outside, it was not yellow mud... but a kind of mud that I had never seen before. Things I’ve seen…”
Lin Yinqin took out a dark lump from his arms and put it in front of him. Then the guard on the side took it and handed it to Tuyuhun.
Tuguhun held it in his hand. It was not as heavy as a stone, but it was not as light as soil. He rubbed it and immediately felt that the whole object was still wet. When he picked it up, he could still see the lumps in the firelight. The water in the small gaps in it has obviously been soaked by the rain, but it does not soften or deform like ordinary mud, and it still has sharp edges and corners.
"What is this?" Tuyuhun firmly grasped both sides of the block with both hands, and then exerted force.
The arm muscles, which were as thick as ordinary people's thighs, tensed up in vain. After the block persisted for a moment, it shattered into several pieces of different sizes...
"What is this?" Tuyuhun repeated subconsciously, then licked the crumbs on his hand, and spit it out, "It looks like dirt, and tastes like dirt, but... "
Tuyuhun lifted the block that had been broken into several pieces but still connected together into the air. He looked at the several network-like black threads exposed in the middle, hooked one of them with his fingers, and pulled it. Suddenly, an indescribable expression appeared on his face, "...This, this is an iron wire? There is an iron wire in this mud?! When did Han Dog become so... so..."
In this era, not to mention ironware, even copperware was restricted for sale to the Hu people, and there was an iron wire in this lump that looked like mud but not mud!
Are the Han people already so extravagant?
"...This...who the hell can tell me, what on earth is this?!"
