In the rain and fog, the screams of dying people seemed muffled, and when they reached their ears, they seemed to be pierced in their hearts. [with _ dream]ā

Maybe the various camps were different before, and the goals were different, but in front of death, they were almost the same, the knife slashed, it would hurt, it would break and bleed, and the screams before death were the same last sound left in this world.

A Han soldier who had just probed from above the camp had just cut down a Xianbei soldier who had climbed up when he was shot down by an arrow from under the camp.

The marks of the arrows in the rain and fog were clearly visible, and it seemed that they stayed for a few seconds before disappearing into the air, but the Han soldiers were not afraid, and the others slashed with knives and stabbed with guns from behind the female wall or wooden wall!

Many Xianbei people had to retreat again halfway through the climb, and some even fell heavily into the muddy water.

The strong archers of the Hu people hiding under the poncho under the city were still preparing to shoot again, and as soon as they put on the arrow, they felt that the sound was wrong, and when they relaxed down and looked again, they found that the rain and fog that came from the rain and fog did not know when they had soaked the cow tendon bowstring......

"Damn it!" Hu Renqiang's archer scolded angrily, but he was helpless, and hurriedly removed the bowstring from the back of the bow, then wrapped it in a dry cloth, and sent it to the rear canopy to dry.

Even so, these Hu people know in their hearts that every time the bowstring is dried, it is equivalent to shortening the life span by one point, but if it is not dried, the bowstring is relaxed, and there is no way to use it at all, so it can only be used this way......

I don't know how many good bows will be destroyed and how many lives will be destroyed in this attack.

The sky gradually darkened, in the rain and fog, everything was gray, it was completely impossible to see the opponent clearly, and the sound of the horn echoed in the rain curtain, announcing that Xianbei had lost another round of attack.

The Xianbei people retreated, revealing that outside the Yinshan camp, they had already begun to build a high mound of earth.

Since yesterday, even if there is a constant fight on the wall of the camp, the people who have not escaped in time from the vicinity have kept raising these mounds.

The heavy rain was like a note, and there was no food, but whenever there was a little slack, these wolf-like Xianbei people were whipped over with a horsewhip on their heads and faces, so that these unlucky Han people could stimulate the last bit of strength in their lives......

As for those who were exhausted, the Xianbei soldiers who oversaw the work and judged that the Han man was indeed physically exhausted and could no longer work, so he stepped forward and stabbed him to death, and then kicked him down in the mound of earth and became part of this huge artificial structure.

Before the Yinshan camp, this hellish situation was ten times worse.

The Yinshan camp is not very large, relying on the Yinshan cliff on one side. It rained heavily for two days in a row, and the unfinished depressions were apparently washed away by the water and collapsed. It's just that these breaches are now blocked with wood and stone again, and the Xianbei people are still unable to penetrate the camp through such a gap.

Under the small camp, all the scattered weapons and twisted corpses were scattered.

At the entrance of the camp, it was even more tragic, the corpses that were obviously burned to death by fire oil were extremely black, and the grease and moisture all over the body were burned dry, leaving only the carbonized stump limbs trembling in the rain, as if they were still crying and screaming in pain.

On the wall of the camp, there were also layers of corpses, and under the failure of the attack, the lucky ones who did not die retreated, but those soldiers who were injured but could not move were half-lying and half-leaning on the corpses of the surrounding enemies or comrades, cursing and gasping in the rain, and then let the blood slowly drain, the wound turned from bright red to pink, and the breath gradually weakened......

Xu Yu's face sank like a dark cloud in the sky, and he slowly untied the strip of cloth wrapped around the war knife on the back of his hand, moved his arm that was already extremely sore, and then patted the soldiers beside him, and then turned around and slowly walked down the stairs of the steep camp wall.

Under the watering of the rain, it has experienced a fierce battle, even a strong man like Xu Yu feels a little exhausted, in order to prevent the sword from slipping and strangling the blood, the lines are clearly visible, and the blood stained on the armor on the body flows to the feet with the rain, and one step is a red footprint, and then it slowly fades and scatters under the rain.

Closely under the wall of the camp, a greenhouse was erected, under the greenhouse, it was the soldiers who had been replaced before, and the corpses of some of the soldiers who were transported down from the wall of the camp were stacked on the side of the shed like firewood, and the layers were very high, and there was still blood that had not dried up between the corpses flowing out along the cracks, mixed with mud, and dyed the ground into a purple and black color.

The inside of the greenhouse, where it is less likely to rain, is given to the wounded soldiers.

The lightly wounded were wrapped in bloodstained miscellaneous cloths, inhaling cool air from time to time, trying not to scream out as much as possible, and even further inside were the seriously injured. Some of these seriously wounded soldiers had lost their minds, were groggy and talking nonsense, and sometimes they would suddenly and inexplicably scream a few times, but the shouts were gradually weakened.

Xu Huang was in the innermost part of the greenhouse, and he tightly wrapped the cloth strip on the wound for a wounded soldier, then looked at the wounded soldier and said, "...... Two more days, two more days, you know? ”

Then Xu Huang shouted again: "Where's the hot soup?" Bring the hot soup to you......"

The wounded soldier's face was pale, but he was still calm and nodded slightly, but he only made a short breathing sound from his nose, and it was obviously still unbearable pain.

Seeing Xu Yu coming, the soldiers beside Xu Huang gave way to the side and let him approach.

Xu Huang turned his head and saw that it was him, and immediately laughed loudly: "How about the wall?" Xianbei Dog was beaten off again, right? Well done! The sons and daughters are all good! Xianbei Dog wants to capture the camp, don't even think about it! ”

Xu Yu looked at the wounded in the shed, squeezed out some smiles, and nodded.

Xu Huang stood up, gently patted the wounded soldier's uninjured shoulder, and then gestured with his eyes, and took the lead outside the greenhouse.

The raindrops hit the hut and then converged into a line that slid down the top of the shed.

After several days of fighting, although Xu Huang's expression was still calm, his face was obviously thinner, and he said in a low voice: "This time...... What about the injury? ”

Xu Yu leaned to the side, turned his gaze to the side, and said in a low voice, "It was okay at first...... But this rain ...... The sons and daughters had a lot of physical exertion, and they lost more than 70 people......"

Xu Huang looked up at what seemed to be an endless curtain of rain in the sky, and a deep Sichuan character wrinkled between his eyebrows.

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Lin Yinqin, who was outside the camp, also frowned deeply.

For the conquest of fortresses, it is difficult to defend the city, but it is even more dangerous to besiege the city. The ratio of losses between the offensive and defensive sides is ten to one, which is considered normal, and those who can be less than five to one can be regarded as the attacking team's soldiers, and they are extremely strong.

Lin Yinqin silently calculated, yesterday began to attack the village, not counting the lightly injured, seriously injured and killed on the spot 130 people, today is even more unbearable, it has already exceeded 200 people, if you go back at night, those seriously injured will not be able to bear it......

Lin Yinqin gritted his teeth and glanced at the other side, the Xianbei man's Kerry Zhen side seemed to be about the same, which made him seem to feel a little better.

However, it's just a little bit better.

In two days, the people brought by himself and Alan Yi had lost nearly four hundred, which was already one-fifth of the strength of this time......

In the rain and fog, the rickety people were pushing up the mound like ghosts, hoping that the mound would be piled up to a height like the Yinshan camp one day earlier, and then they would be freed.

And those Hu people who retreated, with mud and blood all over their bodies, how many people did they look like?

The retreating Hun soldiers, bypassing the mound, came to their own starting line, almost staggered to move under the grass hut, and did not care that the ground was still muddy, so they went to the ground, panting heavily, and couldn't get up for a long time.

The Hun army may not have no discussions, or complains and complains, but what can it be?

Xianbei people gave a piece of grassland, although it is not very good, but after all, it also gave these Huns space to live, from this point of view, it is already good, and then again, even if there are complaints, there are dissatisfaction, what can be done?

In the current situation, these Huns of Alan Yi and Linyinqin can only survive from the cracks, as if they are in the midst of thorns, no matter which direction they are heading, they will be covered in wounds, and their flesh and blood will be blurred......

I originally thought that this small Yinshan fortress could be so difficult to fight, but I didn't expect that after how many lives were filled under the wall of the camp, this Yinshan fortress still did not fall.

Who can know how many lives of the Huns still need to be filled in under this small Yinshan camp, and how far their own people can walk on this thorny road before bleeding!

While Lin Yinqin was silently pondering, Alan Yi walked over, quietly touched Lin Yinqin with his elbow, and then gestured with his eyes......

After the departure line of the Hu people, on the edge of the cliff, there was a long canopy, under which a wooden frame was nailed with wooden planks, and wooden planks and hay were paved, which was a paradise and a hell for the surrounding wet and muddy yellow mud ponds.

Naturally, there was Tuyuhun's temporary command post here, and at this time, a figure fell in front of Tuyuhun, and it seemed that it was Kerryzhen, who was telling something......

“…… General Yu, it's not that my Kerry really didn't fight bravely, but in the heavy rain in the past two days, I saw that the sons and daughters had rushed to the camp, but the bows and arrows of the support behind were scattered, and the Han dogs in the city could actually cut us straight down! Nakri said point-blankly, perhaps with some anger or with some helplessness, forming a strange expression on his face.

“…… Three or four hundred good sons have been killed and wounded in two days," there was some trilling in the words of the Kerry, showing a bit of grief," ...... They're all great boys, we're all good boys, and now they're all buried in this damn camp......"

"General Yu, let my son-in-law retreat and trim it, and take a breath! The sons and daughters stayed in the wilderness, they didn't have much to eat, they didn't get a good rest, and they had to brave the heavy rain to attack the walled city, they were all subordinates of the king, and they were somewhat considerate......"

Tuyuhun looked left and right, suddenly slapped his thigh, and said angrily: "Damn, who is in charge of the back row support today?" Let's make that Kerry really good boy so hard?! ”

Immediately, a person on the side replied: "General Hui, it's my sons...... General, you can also see that in such a heavy rain, the bowstring is damp and degummed and soft, and it will be re-baked if you can't shoot a few arrows, and in order to support, two or three hundred bowstrings in our tribe have been abolished! That Clezhen, you will only clamoring for support, and the one who asked you for a bow and arrow bowstring will not give it to you...... Hey hey ......"

Xianbei people are still mainly in the form of tribes, although there is a difference between the upper and lower official positions, but there is no mandatory etiquette, even if you meet the Xianbei king, the people in the tribe are all sitting cross-legged in a circle, and there is no reason to stand up when you talk back.

Na Krizhen turned his head and retorted: "What do you want a little, you guy, you will ask for five hundred to open your mouth, then my son-in-law will not use a bow and arrows?" ”

"Hey, that's what you're talking about, as if you can use those bows and arrows in this weather?"

"What do you mean?"

"That's what I mean!"

The two of them immediately quarreled with each other.

"Enough!"

Tuyuhun shouted violently.

“…… You two are here too," Tuyuhun raised his eyes to see Alan Yi and Lin Yinqin, shook the horizontal flesh on his face, squeezed out a smile, and said, "...... Come, sit, let's talk about it, what do you two think of this camp of Han dogs? ”

Lin Yinqin and Alan Yi glanced at each other, were silent for a while, and said, "General Yu, this camp ...... Quirky ......."

"Oh?" Tuyuhun glanced up and down at Lin Yinqin and Alan Yi a few times, and said with a smile, "What a strange method, let's hear about it." ”

"Returning to the General," said Alanyi, "...... According to common sense, it has been raining so hard for two days...... The wall of this camp should have been soaked and collapsed by the rain a long time ago, but now it ......"

Everyone's eyes suddenly turned to the place where the Yin Mountain camp was, although the sky had already darkened, but probably a silhouette could still be seen.

In the rain and fog, the Yinshan camp seems to be full of holes, but it just stands......

Lin Yinqin continued: "My sons have also tried to excavate the wall, but under the layer of green bricks and stones outside, it is not yellow mud...... It's rather, it's something I've never seen before......"

Lin Yinqin took out a black lump from his arms and put it in front of him, and then the guards on the side took it and handed it to Tuyuhun.

Tuyuhun held it in his hand, not as heavy as a stone, but he didn't want the soil to be so light, rubbed it, and immediately felt that the whole object was still wet, and when he picked it up, he could see the water light in the small gaps in the block in the firelight, which was obviously all soaked by rain, but it was not like ordinary mud that would soften or deform, it was still angular.

"What is this?" Tuyuhun grabbed both sides of the lump tightly with both hands and then pressed hard.

The muscles of the arm, as thick as the thighs of ordinary people, tensed in vain, and after the lumps held on for a moment, they shattered into several pieces of different sizes with a thud......

"What is this?" Tuyuhun subconsciously repeated a sentence, then licked the scraps on his hands, and then spit it out, "It looks like soil, and it tastes like soil, but it's ......"

Tuyuhun lifted the pieces that had been broken into several pieces but were still connected into the air, looked at the several netted black threads exposed in the middle, hooked one of them with his fingers, pulled it, and suddenly showed an indescribable look on his face, "...... This, this is the iron wire? There's an iron wire in this mud?! When did Han Dog become so ...... So ......"..

In this era, not to mention ironware, even bronze ware is a restricted thing for the Hu people, and there is even iron wire in this piece of mud and non-mud!

Have the Han people been so extravagant?!

“…… This...... Who the fuck can tell me what the hell this thing is?! ”