Chapter 420: The Final Moment

Chapter 420: The Final Moment (Part )
The fierce fighting started in the morning.

Liu Fu's hands and feet were cold and he couldn't bear to watch any longer.

The two westernmost camps were destroyed, causing enormous damage to the morale of our side.

The soldiers who were withdrawn to reinforce and then defeated by the Jin army spread the news of defeat everywhere. Even after dozens of them were beheaded, they still could not stop.

To attack the camp today, Shao the thief mobilized almost all the capable fighters.

As usual, the young and strong auxiliary soldiers took on the main force in charging the camp, wave after wave, as if there was no end.

It was the same old attack method, the same one he had seen at the western camp yesterday.

The only difference is that the defenders don't seem to be able to fight as well.

Yes, after a day and night of high-intensity fighting, with such heavy losses and the transfer of a large number of elite soldiers from all over, all those who could fight and were willing to fight to the death are gone now.

How can we handle this?
He subconsciously looked down at the platform. Fortunately, his personal guards and horses were all there, which made him feel relieved.

If you run away, the emperor will certainly be disappointed and even angry, but it is better than losing your life in confusion.

This time, his future was really over. He could see it, so he hated Shao Xun especially.

Compared with Liu Fu, Zhao Gu worked much harder.

He had no reason to give up.

There were only more than 20,000 soldiers in total, and he had brought 10,000 soldiers with him to Zhamati. Once all of them were lost, even if new soldiers could be recruited in the short term, the combat effectiveness would not be restored.

Therefore, he sent out his most capable troops to fill in the gaps and barely withstood the first two fierce attacks of the Jin army.

During breaks in the battle, he even secretly observed the movements of King Bohai, and only felt relieved when he saw that his flag was still flying high.

But soon anger arose again.

They had been fighting for several years, and every time they were defeated, it was their vassal troops who died. However, the Xiongnu relied on their horses and ran very fast, so even if they suffered a small defeat, it would not hurt their foundation.

If they continue to fight, the Huns will be able to take control of them at will one day - now the signs of this have already appeared, and Shi Le was forced to lead his army to fight for the Huns, feeling very aggrieved.

"Kill him and make his head roll!" The roar became louder and louder outside the camp.

Zhao Gu was frightened, and then he calmed himself down, called several of his followers, and asked them to make preparations.

The follower understood and left without saying a word.

The Jin army appeared again on the western wall.

There were so many arrows that many of them landed in the camp. From a distance, the ground looked like it was covered with a layer of white hair, which was terrifying.

There was a dense sound of horse hooves outside the camp.

Those were cavalrymen coming from other directions to support them. At this critical moment, they risked their lives for once, fighting repeatedly with the Jin cavalry.

The sound of horse hooves lasted for a long time before disappearing.

The soldiers defending the camp mustered their remaining courage and managed to push the Jin army back, but they did not dare to leave the camp to pursue and kill the defeated enemy.

Zhao Gu was extremely anxious. He looked in the direction of Liu Fu, then looked at the sky.

It’s not even noon yet, what the hell!
Can you hold out till night?
He climbed up another high platform and looked down at the enemy situation.

On the flat ground, two more Jin army phalanxes moved over.

Their own cavalry roamed in the wilderness, repeatedly harassing and continuously shooting arrows into the Jin army's phalanx, causing casualties.

The Jin cavalry also set out.

The two sides chased each other in the wilderness, and either the Xiongnu cavalry were stabbed off their horses or the Jin cavalry were shot to the ground by arrows.

Zhao Gu looked frosty.

The cavalry advantage of more than twice was unable to do anything to the Jin people, allowing their infantry formation to successfully rush to the bottom of the camp wall.

The fighting begins again.

******
In the surging river, masts and oars are like a forest, and hundreds of boats are competing 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 afar sent out a signal.

"Splash!" A large group of soldiers went into the water, holding their black lances high, and trudged towards the shore.

There was no ambush as expected, no overwhelming arrows. Everything was surprisingly quiet, if you ignored the shouts and cries that were getting louder and louder 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 feels that he has a connection with the Yellow River.

When he was stationed in Lingjin, he often rowed a small boat to the north bank to meet up with scouts.

When they arrived in Heyang, they boarded a ship and crossed north to attack the enemy camp.

Now, he stood on the embankment again, looking at the enemy camp in the distance.

How many times? It seems to be the fourth time, he is not sure.

The first three times took place last month, when the Heilongjiang Army led the Heyang men and the Tuntian Army stationed on the south bank to the north, but was defeated by the Huns 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 his equipment and brushed the mud off his boots.

Comrades came ashore one after another and hastily formed a battle line on the long dike.

When three or four hundred people gathered, the officer gave an order and hundreds of people, holding black masks, marched forward in unison.

There were no drums, no horns, and no loud slogans.

Hundreds of people marched in silence, as quiet as an autumn outing rather than a brutal war.

The footsteps behind me became more and more frequent, and more people came ashore.

They must be very confused and worried.

Peng Ling actually smiled because he thought so too.

After losing three times, I must be able to win this time!
Several Hun cavalry appeared in front.

When they saw the large group of Jin troops advancing with their spears raised, they panicked. One of the cavalrymen's horses even stood up, almost knocking him to the ground.

The rustling sound of footsteps spread forward quickly and resolutely. The Xiongnu cavalry shot a few arrows, and two muffled groans were heard in the ranks.

The army continued to move forward without any pause.

The Xiongnu cavalry turned their horses and retreated.

Behind them, there was a thatched hut, from which seven or eight infantrymen rushed out, tumbling and crawling as they fled. Instead of returning to the camp, they disappeared on the distant horizon.

The Hei Yao army slowly approached the camp.

There were very few people on the village wall, and they were walking back and forth, shouting and making a lot of noise.

From their perspective, a black forest of riflemen suddenly emerged from the bare mud ground from the river bank to the camp.

The jungle is moving, from far to near.

At first, I could only see the overall picture of the jungle, but gradually, the details of the jungle became clear.

A total of one thousand five hundred or sixteen hundred people!
The long spear blade looked imposing and oppressive under the afternoon sun.

They had no expression on their faces, and there was not even any noise. They just marched in silence, pressing straight to a place not far ahead.

The panting Heyang Ding Zhuang brought a long ladder.

They crossed the black jungle, stood in front, and then stopped.

The wind was blowing.

Military flags and robes rustled in the wind. The midday sun had no warmth at all, only a biting chill from head to toe.

"Kill!" In front of the black jungle, someone opened his arms and shouted.

"Kill! Kill! Kill!" As if it was a signal, the originally still jungle began to "twist" quickly.

The shieldman stood in front, protecting Heyang Dingzhuang as he sent the ladder up.

Archers came out from both sides and shot continuously without stopping.

The jungle turned into a black ocean and rushed towards the camp like a huge wave.

"Click." The long ladder was placed on the village wall, and the hook at the top firmly hooked the top of the wall.

The soldiers of the Heilongjiang Army climbed up shouting, and with just one charge, they wiped out the few enemy soldiers on the wall.

Peng Ling rushed to the top of the wall in surprise, then climbed down the ladder and entered the enemy camp.

This attack was so easy! Where are the enemies? Where did they go?
"Xilulu!" The neighing of horses came one after another, the gate of the entire camp opened, and the few Hun cavalry mounted their horses and sped away.

There were still some wounded soldiers in the camp, looking at the Jin army descending from the sky in despair.

The Jin army was not polite. They stabbed them as they passed by, giving them a quick death.

A group of enemy soldiers, probably several hundred in number, rushed in from outside the camp and fought with the Black Shadow Army that had rushed into the camp.

The Heilongjiang Army was mostly composed of new recruits and was forced to retreat step by step.

Fortunately, more and more of our own soldiers were pouring in, especially the two thousand Heyang men, wielding various weapons and even crude wooden spears, and fighting the enemy head-on.

The situation on the battlefield was gradually reversed.

"Go to hell!" After Peng Ling stabbed one man to death with his spear, the enemy army began to retreat and gradually lost their strength.

After a stick of incense, the enemy army completely collapsed and scattered backwards.

The Heilongjiang Army and the Heyang Dingzhuang took advantage of the situation to pursue and kill the enemy, not even abandoning the newly captured camp, and pursued all the way until they reached the vicinity of the enemy's central army camp.

******
By the afternoon, the fighting at the central army camp became increasingly brutal.

Zhao Gu also sent hundreds of his own troops to supervise the battle, but still could not stop the influx of the Jin army.

In the end, he had to lead the charge himself to curb the Jin army's offensive. But even so, he still couldn't clear out the Silver Spear Army soldiers who rushed into the camp.

Whether it was firing bows and arrows, or leading elite troops to charge, or the Hun cavalry launching a desperate charge, there was no effect.

Even though the Silver Spear Army suffered heavy casualties and people kept falling to the ground, they still formed a solid formation to cover the subsequent troops rushing in.

At this point in the fight, Zhao Gu knew he was doomed.

The fortress will be breached today and there is no way it can be delayed until tomorrow.

In the past two days, Shao the bandit attacked with complete disregard for casualties. He charged and attacked with thunderous force, crushing them who thought they could hold the camp for at least ten days or half a month.

Zhao Gu's face felt hot, as if he had been slapped countless times, and he was even a little scared because he didn't know if he would have the courage to face Shao Xun in the future.

Some of the Xiongnu cavalry had already escaped and retreated through other camp gates, but some of them launched a final charge in a desperate attempt to disperse the Jin army that had broken into the camp.

"Kill the bandits!" A deafening roar came from the south.

Zhao Gu turned his head and saw a sharp lance blade sticking out from the southern camp wall, followed by a pitch-black lance shaft, and then a large group of soldiers.

There are not many people on the south wall, and even if there are, their fighting ability is very questionable.

They only fought with the Black Army for a short while before falling like raindrops - they did not fall to the ground after being killed, but they lost the will to fight and jumped down on their own.

The black army also jumped down.

They ignored the fleeing soldiers and after reorganizing themselves a little, charged straight towards the main force of the Hun infantry and cavalry that was fighting with the Silver Spear Army.

It's over! The frontal attack was already on the verge of collapse, and with another blow from the side, the entire army was bound to collapse.

Zhao Gu turned his head and saw that the big flag with the word "Liu" on it was still flying, but the person was nowhere to be seen.

His heart skipped a beat and he had no time to curse Liu Fu for abandoning the army and fleeing. Under the cover of his personal soldiers, he ran to the rear.

Someone from the opposite side handed him the reins, and he simply jumped on the horse and sped away.

Some of the personal soldiers bowed to him and said loudly: "General, please take care of my wife and children."

Then, with red eyes, he turned around and rushed back.

But given the general situation, what can the efforts of a few brave and loyal people decide?

Their counterattack was like a stone thrown into a lake; it only caused a tiny ripple and soon died down into silence.

In the end, all the soldiers who could fight were killed, Liu Fu and Zhao Gu also ran away, and the thousands of soldiers remaining in the Xiongnu’s central camp faced a total collapse.

No one expected that 30,000 infantry and cavalry would only hold out for two days...

(End of this chapter)