Chinese New Year

Chapter 468: Confrontation

When Zhang Daniu rushed to the river bank, he felt a little irritated unconsciously.

Why is the wind so strong? Is it because of the wrath of heaven and people?

Looking around, there were densely packed corpses everywhere, both our own and the enemy's, filling the pits and valleys, it was a horrifying sight.

If it was a novice who suddenly saw such a bloody scene, he would probably vomit.

But after nearly a month of confrontation and fighting, the soldiers on both sides of the attack and defense had long been numb. They were no longer human beings, but wild beasts who retained the instincts of killing and eating.

After the fall, the wind direction changes. Today the wind is blowing from the west, and it is quite strong.

The enemy was sifting dust on the west bank of the Qi River. A strong wind blew up, and the sky was filled with yellow sand. Everything ten steps away was blurred.

Several small wooden bridges had been built on the surface of the Qishui River, and a large number of enemy soldiers were rushing in, full of fighting spirit.

Zhang Daniu stood straight, facing the wind and sand, and shouted orders loudly.

The messenger unconsciously took a few steps closer, because because he was a little far away, he could only see the deputy governor's lips moving but couldn't hear what he was saying.

By the time they heard the order clearly and turned around to pass it on, everyone's boots were already covered with dust.

After a while, the large group of troops withdrew to the camp and stood behind the first trench on the west side.

At this time, the strong wind became a little weaker, and the sandstorm no longer covered our heads.

"Boom boom boom..." The war drums beat.

That was the sound of drums coming from the other side of the river.

In the gray dust fog, the footsteps, roars, collisions of equipment and even the creaking of wooden bridges made by hundreds of people were vague and uncertain in the howling storm, as if they came out of the ground.

There was almost no sound of breaking through the air as dense streams of arrows fell.

Zhang Daniu jumped directly behind the earth wall.

The arrows hit the trench wall, and a layer of white hair grew on it.

The arrows floated down to the ground again, and short reeds sprang up from the ground, with the reed fluff still swaying in the wind.

"Whoosh! Whoosh!" The sound of breaking air was finally heard above our heads. It was the powerful crossbow mounted on the camp wall.

In headwind, bows and arrows are useless, but crossbows can still be tried.

Crossbow arrows fell into the enemy's ranks one after another, creating trails of blood and screams rang out one after another.

It was also at this time that Zhang Daniu, who was hiding behind the trench wall, suddenly realized that the enemy soldiers were very close.

"Kill the bandits!" The wind and sand seemed to be even weaker. Zhang Daniu was overjoyed. It was really God's help.

Then he jumped up with the Silver Spear Army soldiers, and then rushed to the nearby enemy soldiers and fought hard.

He was wielding a long-handled axe, which was the most common armor-piercing blunt weapon among the Silver Spear Army. When he swung it vigorously, the whistling sound of it breaking through the air almost drowned out the gradually subsiding sandstorm.

The sharp axe blade smashed into the enemy's shoulder armor with great force.

The armor leaf prevented the axe blade from causing further damage to the skin at the cost of its own shattering, but the huge force that followed directly smashed the shoulder blade into pieces.

The enemy soldier screamed and fell to the ground.

Another enemy soldier stabbed at him with a gun.

Although the face of the Silver Spear soldier on Zhang Daniu's left was pale, he still relied on the muscle memory formed by thousands of tempers and subconsciously swung his arms to deflect the enemy's spear. The other soldier stabbed without thinking and hit the throat - at this time, it didn't matter whether he was wearing iron armor or had a neck injury.

Some enemy soldiers, relying on their thick heavy armor and holding short weapons, climbed over the trench wall and pounced directly down.

In mid-air, a hook-and-sickle spear stabbed out and directly hooked it down.

The enemy soldier fell to the ground with a bang. Just as he was about to stand up, he was hit in the face by a shield. Another man holding a dagger lightly wiped his throat, and blood spurted out.

The exquisite coordination is breathtaking.

The wind became even weaker and the dust was almost non-existent.

After a long period of silence, our archers on the camp wall finally started a vigorous counterattack.

Arrows fell behind the enemy, killing a large number of enemy soldiers who were still digging trenches.

The enemy soldiers who had been fighting with the Silver Spear Army at the trench wall for a long time, seeing that the follow-up reinforcements were getting fewer and fewer, suddenly began to feel unable to hold on. When they reached a certain critical point, they suddenly collapsed and turned around to flee.

Further away, the second group of five or six hundred enemy soldiers had just crossed the wooden bridge and rushed towards the Jin army camp. As they walked, they collided with the fleeing soldiers, and the scene was in chaos.

"Boom, boom, boom..." The war drums sounded, this time it was the Jin army's side.

"Kill the bandits!" Zhang Daniu led the Silver Spear Army soldiers to climb over the trench wall, and after forming a rough battle array outside the trench, they advanced along the wall.

A few enemy soldiers fell behind, and as they ran they turned their heads to look back, and what they saw was a forest of spears.

The military boots stepped on the soft mud, neither fast nor slow.

The spear was raised slightly forward, with a chilling chill.

The jungle of spears moved forward, as if it could crush everything in their way.

An enemy soldier tripped over a corpse and yelled in panic. He tried to get up quickly with all his strength, but he didn't know whether he was afraid or something else. He just stood up, stumbled a few steps, and then his legs went weak again and he fell to the ground.

He subconsciously looked back and saw that the jungle of spears was getting closer and closer to him, and the front row had even put down their spears.

No one stepped out of the crowd to kill him, and no one deliberately quickened their pace.

The entire formation advanced neither fast nor slow, like a wall, pressing forward with great momentum.

The enemy soldier was in tears and tried to stand up, but like a toddler, he couldn't muster any strength.

The spear jungle moved forward.

He was wriggling on the ground crying.

The jungle of spears pressed forward.

The enemy soldier turned over with force and cried, "Don't kill me." "Puff!" A gunshot pierced his body.

After the assassination, the silver spear warrior quickly drew out his spear, glanced left and right, and continued to move forward.

The enemy soldier had blood oozing from the corners of his mouth as he was trampled by countless military boots.

Before he died, he regretted it.

Since ancient times, Yan and Zhao have been full of generous and tragic people, and he is no exception.

When he was young, he roamed the village, stole things, was brave and aggressive, but he boasted of his bravery.

After joining Wang Youzhou's army, he felt that he could turn the tide with his bravery and defeat the Xiongnu in one fell swoop. He was appreciated by his superiors and rose rapidly to the top, giving orders. Moreover, a beautiful woman from the scholar's family secretly fell in love with him and would not marry anyone else.

I am really about to reach the peak of my life.

But he was wrong. On the banks of the Yi River, the overwhelming Xiongnu cavalry surrounded them, riding and shooting in a playful manner, repeatedly causing casualties.

At that moment, he hid behind the baggage cart, his face as pale as a dead person. It turned out that the real battlefield was so cruel, completely different from what he imagined.

After being captured, he came to Fangtou.

This time they didn't have to face the overwhelming cavalry, but had to attack head-on. They encountered these silver-spear warriors who were like a wall and were once again defeated miserably.

It would be better if I died...

His consciousness gradually faded, and regret filled the world.

If there is an afterlife, I wish to be loved by my parents and be an honest farmer.

On the other side, the Silver Spear Jungle advanced unstoppably to the bridgehead and pushed the fleeing enemy soldiers directly into the river.

The wooden bridges built with the help of wind and sand were ignited one by one, and the fire shot up into the sky, visible from far and near.

On the west bank of the Qi River, the Xiongnu infantry and cavalry who were lined up in battle array remained silent for a long time.

Tried many ways.

A surprise attack in a foggy day, a raid on the camp in the middle of the night, a frontal assault, a flanking attack from the west bank of the Qi River...

I've tried them all, and not once has it been successful.

Up to now, they had only filled up the two trenches in front of the Jin army camp and reached the camp wall once, but were quickly driven down.

In this river valley triangle, their proud cavalry was useless, and their infantry was inferior to theirs, so fighting only resulted in additional casualties.

When the horn sounded, they slowly retreated back to the camp.

The Silver Spear Army also retreated in formation.

When they were halfway there, Zhang Daniu looked far to the southeast.

A month has passed, and Fangtou North City has begun to take shape. If you don't mind the living conditions in the city, the army can enter the city now.

Of course, this is too hasty.

There are still many houses that need to be built in the city, including warehouses, government offices, arsenals, military camps, etc.

On top of the city wall, the horse-faced ramparts, the urn city and the like are still being improved.

Everything takes time.

His gaze passed Baigou and looked further south.

He Lun's troops from Yanzhou, who were originally stationed at Wenshijin, were stationed there, with a total of 5,000 men.

They have been here for less than ten days and have not had time to join the battle. Their current main task is to level the ground, clear the ruins, and dig the foundation to lay a solid foundation for the construction of Fangtou South City.

In fact, there is no need for them to join the war.

The confrontation with Shi Le lasted for more than a month, and most of the time it was actually a confrontation.

Shi Le's main infantry was still moving southward. The existing beggars' army and the men in the forts had been crippled and might even have mutinied. In any case, they had not been seen fighting recently.

The newly arrived surrendered soldiers from Youzhou only fought this one battle today and were quickly defeated.

Putting himself in Shi Le's shoes, Zhang Daniu didn't know what Shi Le should do.

He had a large number of cavalry, but they could not be used to attack camps or strongholds.

The infantrymen had different thoughts. After suffering heavy casualties, they were no longer able to fight. They could only stay in the camp with low morale and lick their wounds in silence.

I really don't know how siege battles were fought in ancient times where tens of thousands of people died.

Zhang Daniu sneered in his heart, just keep on nagging, in the end, you will end up crying.

For Shi Le, confrontation meant failure. When the construction of Fangtou's north and south cities was completed, the situation was settled.

When they entered the camp, they happened to encounter a large group of cavalry rushing out, so the Silver Spear Army retreated to the side and formed a battle line to clear the way.

Zhang Daniu took a quick glance and discovered that they were imperial cavalrymen loaned from Luoyang.

They had hardly fought any battles along the way, and they suddenly left, which made him a little confused.

Could it be that the emperor issued an edict to mobilize troops?
No one could answer him, but he did not hesitate to speculate about the emperor and his ministers with the greatest malice.

Damn, what the hell are those idiots for?

He subconsciously looked up into the camp again, as if looking for spiritual sustenance.

On the high platform, Mr. Chen, dressed in a purple robe, stood with his hands behind his back, his figure as tall and steep as a mountain.

Well, let those damn imperial guards leave. As long as Master Shao is here, nothing will be a problem.

The sound of horse hooves could be heard, and a horse galloped out of the camp gate, heading north.

Zhang Daniu looked in the direction the man left, and at the end of the sky was Shi Le's camp.

(End of this chapter)