Tan Shihuai's smiling expression froze and gradually became stiff. He looked at Si Fu in front of him coldly. After being stunned for a moment, he asked: "What did you say?" Si Fu lowered his head and said nothing. Shi Huai stood up slowly and walked out of the tent, looking at the city wall in the distance. In the violent storm, the county town still stood there, motionless!
"Fourth column, attack the city for me!!"
Tan Shihuai gave the order, and Si Fu said with some horror: "Your Majesty, we have been attacking the city for four consecutive hours. The soldiers are extremely tired and the morale of the army is unstable. If we can't take it again, I'm afraid the morale of the army will be shattered!" Among this Xianbei army, there were the remnants of the army that had been defeated by Zhang Huan before. Not only were these remnants unable to continue fighting, they also had a bad impact on the rest of the Xianbei people.
But after all, there were more than 20,000 people, and Tan Shihuai did not ask them to leave, but just placed them at the back. Amidst the successive failures, the high morale that Tan Shihuai had finally gathered gradually declined, and Xianbei People began to complain, why not go directly to occupy the Western Region and attack such a strong county here?
How would they know that if they did not capture this county and wait for the reinforcements of the Han Dynasty to arrive, they could use this county to cut off all their retreat routes. They would have lost their most important initiative. They could fight the Han army. Whether they win or leave is entirely because their battlefield is a wilderness, and they, with all cavalry, can come and go as they please!
But if the Han army blocked their way, how could they fight the Han army?
Si Fu and Tan Shihuai understood, but many soldiers may not be able to understand.
Tan Shihuai looked around. The injured soldiers were howling miserably. The faces of the Xianbei army were a little sad, or irritable. They were all waiting for Tan Shihuai's order. Tan Shihuai sighed helplessly and closed his eyes. After thinking for a moment, Duan Xi arrived in five or six days at the earliest. He must capture the city, destroy it, or occupy it by tomorrow at the latest to attract Duan Xi's army here.
Then take advantage of the situation to take over the Western Region!
"Let the soldiers rest for a day. Tomorrow, I will personally lead the army to attack the city!!"
Tan Shihuai said coldly and returned to the camp.
Bao Hong on the city wall watched the enemy gradually retreat and laughed wildly, but his voice was hoarse and he couldn't make a sound. He could only see him smiling from ear to ear. They won again, with about eight thousand mixed troops. The Xianbei people only left a pile of corpses, but could not take anything away. Doctors quickly came to treat the soldiers. Most of the soldiers staggered and fell down the moment the enemy retreated.
They are all relying on their last perseverance to persevere.
Zheng Xuan was also sitting on the city wall, holding a long sword, panting, disheveled, and didn't care at all. The people ran up the city wall and started cleaning the city wall. Bao Hong looked down tiredly and frowned. The corpses were piled up again, which made him a little scared, but he had no choice but to give up.
Both sides are recuperating and waiting for tomorrow's battle.
"Cough cough... cough cough~~~"
Late at night, there were constant violent coughs in the Xianbei army. Several soldiers were leaning back to back. They kept coughing, their faces were red, veins popped up on their foreheads, and their throats were hoarse from dry coughing. Their eyes were filled with tears. They were covered with bloodshot eyes, breathing hard, and looked extremely uncomfortable. Everyone just thought that they were injured during the battle, and no one paid attention to them.
On the wall of the Han army, Bao Hong sat on the top of the city with one leg, coughing violently. After coughing for a moment, his expression gradually became solemn, he pushed away the soldiers around him, frowned, and said: "I
If you want to rest alone for a while, you all go and rest somewhere else!" These soldiers stood up helplessly and slowly dispersed around.
Bao Hong kept coughing and hid his head between his arms, forcing himself to rest.
Throughout the night, both sides kept coughing.
On the second day, Tan Shihuai got up early and slowly walked out of the camp gate. The entire Xianbei camp was a little deserted and uninhabited. It even looked a little scary. Immediately, servants came to help Tan Shihuai change.
While Yi was eating, Tan Shihuai looked at the unusually silent tent and asked, "What's going on?" Suddenly, the servant stabbed him in the abdomen, and Tan Shihuai looked down suddenly!
That man had no skin, his face was all flesh and blood, and his empty eyes were staring at him!
Tan Shihuai woke up with a start, opened his eyes, touched his abdomen, and then exhaled. He stood up. There were bursts of wailing and crying outside the tent. Tan Shihuai felt a little unhappy, so he immediately stood up and walked out.
After entering the tent, many soldiers were crying outside the tent. Seeing Tan Shihuai appear, Si Fu hurriedly stepped forward and shouted: "They are all dead, Your Majesty, the brothers who were injured yesterday are all dead!!"
"What? How did you die?"
"I don't know. He was obviously not injured, but he couldn't survive the night. And..." Si turned his head and pointed behind him. Tan Shihuai looked around hurriedly. Among the Xianbei army, there were many
The soldiers struggled on the ground in pain. Their faces were red, their eyes were swollen and they could not open their eyes. Their voices were completely hoarse and they could not make a sound. They scratched their necks hard and tears could not help flowing!
Some were foaming at the mouth, twitching all over, and gradually becoming cold!
"We shouldn't have killed Zhang Huan!! This is God's punishment!!" The Xianbei man who was defeated by Zhang Huan earlier shouted while holding his head. Tan Shihuai suddenly swung his knife and cut off the man's head.
, everyone looked at him in fear, he looked at the many soldiers in front of him, and said coldly: "This is just acclimatization, not a punishment from God!"
"Whoever dares to talk nonsense and disturb the morale of the army will be exterminated!"
Everyone lowered their heads.
Tan Shihuai looked at the struggling soldiers in front of him, sighed, and asked: "How many people are there?" Si Fu said sadly: "Nearly ten thousand people, all are like this..."
"Damn it!" Tan Shihuai shouted angrily. What on earth is going on? He is about to take over this city. Why are all the soldiers falling ill? Doesn't God want me to revitalize Xianbei? He was extremely angry and bit him.
Gritting his teeth, he said: "The sick person will stay here and rest, while the others will attack the city with me. If we cannot attack Guzang County today, I will commit suicide in front of the city!!!"
The few tens of thousands of remaining Xianbei people slowly stood up and each took up their weapons.
On the city wall, Bao Hong opened his red eyes and leaned hard against the city wall. Hearing the painful cries from the Xianbei camp in the distance, he couldn't help but laugh. He smiled very happily. He turned his head and looked at Zhang
Xu, nodded.
The 80,000 Xianbei army was first inflicted by Zhang Huan with nearly 20,000 casualties. Later, during the siege, more than half of the Xianbei army suffered casualties of 40,000. However, overnight, only 10,000 Xianbei people were left behind.
There were many capable soldiers, the wounded died inexplicably, and the rest were also seriously ill and had no fighting ability. Tan Shihuai himself even felt a little bit of fear in his heart. What was going on?
I feel even more resentment from the bottom of my heart towards the Guzang County in front of me!