Chapter 414 Crossing the River
Chapter 414 Crossing the River
Amidst the rolling dark clouds in the sky, heavy rain poured down.
The bean-sized raindrops were carried along by the river wind and went straight into people's noses and mouths.
The water was flowing rapidly, and the boatman paddled hard, fighting against the terrifying power of heaven and earth.
Fortunately, the wind and rain were strong enough, and the sounds of paddling and commands were almost completely blended into the background "noise", making them so inconspicuous.
"Boom!" As if God was playing a joke on them, lightning tore through the night sky, illuminating the ships on the river.
The people on the boat looked up at the sky with solemn expressions.
There was no noise, everyone silently grasped the gun barrel, waiting for the judgment of an unknown fate.
The fleet continued forward.
Above the river, a fish jumped high, as if it could no longer bear the suffocating uneasiness.
No one has the mind to pay attention to this.
His battle robe was soaked, but the coldness on his body could not conceal the heat in his heart. The closer he got to the north shore, the faster his heart beat.
"Boom!" God couldn't bear to see such awesome and big-hearted warriors, so he had to let them show up again.
Flashes of lightning lit up one after another, making the Yellow River appear and disappear in the rainy night. Sometimes it was as bright as day, and sometimes it was so dark that you couldn't see your hand in front of you.
In an inconspicuous thatched hut on the north bank of the river, Li Xiaomao was awakened in the middle of the night by the urge to urinate.
He stood up dazedly and walked out the door.
There were several people lying in a mess in the thatched hut, snoring loudly.
When Li Xiaomao accidentally touched him, he just changed his posture and continued to sleep soundly.
Li Xiaomao was blown by the cold wind when he went out. He shuddered subconsciously, took out his Gil, and was about to drain the water when lightning struck and the night sky became as bright as day.
"Oh my god, even peeing offends the majesty of heaven..." Frightened by the wrath of thunder, Li Xiaomao peed all over his feet.
Suddenly, his eyes widened.
When the thunder and lightning struck, there seemed to be human figures in the reed marsh.
Li Xiaomao didn't bother to pee. He rubbed his eyes with both hands and continued to look forward.
Another thunderbolt fell.
The figures seemed to have moved forward quite a bit, and the face of the person walking in front was clearly visible.
He was a middle-aged man with a full beard, holding a spear high in both hands, and moving forward hesitantly in the mud by the river.
When the thunder and lightning fell, he saw him, and he saw him too.
Li Xiaomao was stunned.
A cruel smile appeared on the bearded man's face.
He is still moving forward, and the people behind him are also moving forward.
Fifteen-year-old Li Xiaomao was shaking all over, as if an invisible force was strangling his neck. He wanted to speak but no sound came out.
He fell limply to his knees.
The other party continued to move forward and had already walked out of the reed marsh.
The military boots were filled with mud and water, and they made a squeaking sound when he walked.
His battle robe was wet by the rain and stuck tightly to his body along with his hair and beard.
One, two, three...
More and more people came ashore, like gods of death in the dark night.
"Whoosh!" A cold wind blew, and Li Xiaomao felt that he could move. He rolled and crawled in the mud, stumbling and trying to run back to the house.
Suddenly, someone grabbed the back of my neck.
Li Xiaomao screamed in fear and turned his head subconsciously, only to see a flash of shining knife light coming towards him in the thunder.
A sharp pain came from the throat and blood spurted out.
The strength in his limbs quickly left his body. Li Xiaomao tried in vain to cover his wounds and fell to the ground powerlessly.
Raindrops fell with a crackling sound, and soon a pool of water filled with a strong smell of blood formed around him.
The Killer on a rainy night kicked open the broken door of the thatched hut and stabbed down with his spear swiftly, with screams rang out one after another.
They did not stop here, but continued forward.
The previously obnoxious Thunder seemed to have become amiable.
They need this to light the way.
The rain was getting heavier and the wind was getting stronger.
The comrades who came ashore linked their arms, holding their spears, and advanced in a line amid the might of heaven and earth.
There is a larger fortress ahead.
There were few lights in the camp, and it was obvious that there were not many people left.
With such severe wind and rain, the guards had no interest in enduring the hardship outside, and none of them knew where to hide.
The thatched hut just now was already their furthest-reaching tentacle.
The tentacles have been cut off, now it's the torso's turn.
One figure after another climbed over the wall and entered.
Screams rose to the sky one after another.
The camp gate was opened with a bang, and the creaking sound suddenly accelerated. More than 200 people rushed into the camp quickly from far away.
"Ah!" Ji Shou put a person's head directly into the brazier. The sizzling sound of "roasting" continued to come, and the burnt smell made him feel happy.
"Ah!" Zhao Huai thrust his spear out, piercing through the back and nailing an enemy soldier who had just woken up from his sleep to the wooden wall.
The enemy soldier subconsciously tried to break free. He kicked the ground a few times, waved his hands unconsciously a few times, and then slowly fell down.
The spear was drawn out, and the enemy soldier fell to the ground against the wall, leaving a shocking bloodstain on the wall.
Screams, cries, and roars instantly intertwined together, gradually drowning out the sound of the wind and rain.
There weren't many people in the camp, it was empty, and I didn't know where they had gone.
The remaining hundreds of enemy soldiers were surrounded and slaughtered like pigs and dogs. With a piercing spear, they fell to the ground with a muffled groan.
The sword chopped and blood spurted out.
With a chop from the long axe, the head rolled to the ground.
The frightened enemy soldiers didn't even think about running away. They ran around the camp in a state of emotional collapse until they were exhausted.
The thunder raged and the lightning danced wildly.
It seemed as if God had opened one eye and was not very satisfied with the killing that happened in the night.
This is not the world trend it has calculated.
This is not the true face of the world.
Who is causing chaos?
The lightning tore the thick clouds into pieces, and the sky seemed to be leaking, and heavy rain fell, making the sky dark and gloomy.
On the river, the wind was getting stronger and stronger, and the sound of waves was endless.
In the camp, the demons thrust out the last spear and stabbed the enemy soldier crawling on the ground to death.
The enemy soldier twitched twice and gradually merged into the mud and water.
Together with the warriors patrolling outside the camp, the three hundred butchers killed the entire camp without mercy.
The rain washed away the bloodstains, slowly gathered into a river, and quietly flowed into the distance, as if to wash away everything that happened here.
But can it be cleaned up? Can the results be reversed?
God was furious and helpless for a long time, and gradually the clouds cleared and the rain dissipated and drifted away.
The second group of warriors landed.
They tied ropes to the bows of the boats, and then gritted their teeth and dragged the boats ashore one by one.
Armor was distributed one by one, followed by bow tips, bow strings, quivers, large shields, and dry food...
Part of the enemy's stronghold was demolished overnight.
The naked warrior jumped into the waist-deep water and struggled to hammer the wooden stakes.
Some brought wooden boards, some brought ropes, and some brought saws...
A simple pier was built overnight to allow ships to dock.
When the sky was just getting light, two ships approached from the left and right.
Shao Xun landed lightly on the pier and looked around.
The river water flows eastward, carrying mud, dead branches and leaves.
The blue sky seemed to have been purified and was extremely clear.
The air is filled with moisture, and perhaps a pleasant smell of blood - the aesthetic taste of warriors is more or less flawed.
The ground was extremely muddy and had been trampled beyond all recognition.
All the wormwoods lay prostrate on the ground, as if they were in awe of the power of heaven and earth, or as if they were submitting at the feet of the new conqueror.
The general in golden armor came ashore.
He held the bowtip in his left hand and stroked the knife handle with his right hand, strolling among the pile of corpses as if he was strolling in his back garden.
A horse was tied to a tree trunk. When it saw the golden-armored general from afar, it snorted and actually took two steps back.
Even the animals know who is the biggest villain in the field.
"Set up camp on the spot and dig trenches."
"The boats are returning and continuing to ferry people."
"I am here, fighting the enemy with my men."
"Come one, kill one. Come two, kill a pair. After the victory, everyone will be rewarded."
After saying that, Shao Xun asked Liu Ling to bring a Hu bed, sat down with his horse and sword stretched out, and looked far away to the east.
"Victory!" The Silver Spear Army 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 what a real man does!
This is the heroism of a man!
He took his most trusted warriors, crossed the river north, and planted the flag on the shore.
I'm waiting for you here, will you come?
Well, the Huns didn’t come over all day. I don’t know whether they didn’t see it or they didn’t have time to get here.
On the first day of September, a total of 6,000 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 bank.
On this day, the camp was well tidied up, with trenches and chevaux de frise all in place.
On this day, the last elite troops in Henan who dared to fight in the field all crossed the river.
If the Huns were able to swallow them up, Luoyang and Xuchang would be within their grasp.
On the second day of September, the Xiongnu cavalry rode their horses clumsily, peering from afar in the soft mud, but dared not approach.
The Jin army ignored them.
Auxiliary troops and chariots and horses began to cross the river in batches.
Three or four temporary piers have been built, and ships are running day and night to transport food, weapons, supplies and personnel to shore.
The camp expanded outward a considerable distance.
In addition to the main camp, two smaller camps were also built, forming a triangular shape.
A large flag with the word "Shao" on it was flying high in the camp, as if mocking the Huns' useless efforts.
This move of the golden-armored general really confused the Huns.
(End of this chapter)