This survivor is none other than Yu Wenjing. Although Yu Wenjing was not an authentic Xianbei person, he had a close relationship with the Xianbei people, and his tribe's status in the Xianbei grassland was also higher than that of the Xiongnu and some other small tribes. According to the status of the Yuwen Ministry, he should not have rushed to the front, but because he offended Murong Xiong that day, Murong Xiong pretended to be public and selfish, transferred him to the first thousand-man team, and fell out of the trap because of this.

Yu Wenjing reacted quickly, and the moment the horse stumbled, his first choice was to hold his head in his hands and close his eyes. This reaction saved him, otherwise, quicklime would have gotten into his eyes, and he would have become blind even if he did not die.

However, Yu Wenjing's condition is not much better. He wasn't the first to fall, and he wasn't the last. Although the sharp bamboo spear did not stab him, a horse that fell from behind pressed him on top of him, knocking him unconscious on the spot. It was also this horse that blocked the random arrows ordered by Murong Xiong for him and saved his life.

Su Li's cavalry passed by the pit, and the sound of the hooves of thousands of horses waking up the sleeping Yu Wenjing. Yu Wenjing saw the feather arrows stuck in the corpses of his companions around him, and he understood what was happening. He didn't dare to make any movements, and only crept out until the sound of the horse's hooves faded away.

Yu Wenjing, who escaped, was very strange, his body was red and white, the red was stained with blood, and the white was the quicklime sprinkled by the Han people at the bottom of the pit. One of his legs was crushed by the horse that fell later, and he didn't know where the knife fell. However, when he climbed out of the pit, he also picked up a pair of bows and arrows.

Yu Wenjing knew that he would definitely not be able to return to the Xianbei army, and even if he found them, he would definitely be executed as a deserter. The Xianbei people are the most heroic, and their methods of dealing with deserters are much more cruel than they are to the enemy. Yu Wenjing found a rotten branch, dragged the injured leg, and walked east with difficulty.

But he said that Su Li went around this pit and continued to move forward, and after a short walk, he came across a pit in which many humble knights also died. Su Li still pursed his lips disdainfully, and after walking a few miles forward, he met a group of people walking together.

Even though it was summer, most of the people in the group were still wearing sheepskin jackets, and at a glance they knew that they had come from the grassland. It wasn't until Sully came close that he realized how embarrassed these people were. However, he also learned from the mouths of this group that there was a "nail array" ahead, which stabbed many of their horses. Now, this "nail array" has been cleared by them, and there is no obstacle to continue to move forward.

Su Li couldn't help but be overjoyed, urging the army to hurry, and when he was still more than ten miles away from Daling City, he saw many crows hovering in front of him from a distance. Experienced warriors know that there must have been a big battle there, and there must have been many corpses left on the ground to attract so many crows.

Seeing this, Su Li became a little worried. According to what he learned on the road, the vanguard led by Murong Xiong had lost at least three thousand men, and if there was a big battle ahead, they would definitely be outnumbered. However, Su Li believed that with the combat power of the Xianbei cavalry, even if they were inferior in numbers, they could at least double the number of Han Chinese. However, when the Su Li army approached, they were stunned by the scene before them. The fields were littered with the corpses of Xianbei people, who had either been shot with bows and arrows or had their heads decapitated.

Su Li couldn't help but hesitate, judging from his experience, Murong Xiong and his men did not have much power to fight back in front of the Han army, because many of their scimitars were not stained with blood, and there was no curling of blades. Sully did not dare to move forward and ordered to camp on the spot.

Unlike the forward troops like Murong Xiong, they also carried a lot of materials to build tents in their ranks, and soon set up a camp ten miles north of Daling City. However, the level of Xianbei camping was much worse than that of the Han Chinese. This camp is actually a bunch of tents leaning together, surrounded by simple fences, and there are not even deer barges or horses to be set up.

Three miles south from where Suri was encamped, there was a wide and deep trench that was dug by the Han army engineers overnight. On the opposite side of the ditch were planted willow branches, which were cut from the vicinity of the Great Tomb to disguise the place as a tree. Four planks were erected on the trench for their men and horses to pass through. To the south of the trench, two hundred trebuchets were lined up, almost all of the Fourth Legion's trebuchets here.

Under the "willow forest", Zhang Liao picked up his clairvoyance and carefully observed the Xianbei camp, with an imperceptible smile on the corner of his mouth. In the clairvoyant mirror, the Xianbei people began to set up tents, and around the camp, hundreds of rangers galloped back and forth to be on guard.

Zhang Liao pointed ahead and asked, "Can the trebuchet attack there?" ”

The lieutenant who was in charge of directing the operation of the trebuchet grinned and said proudly: "Please rest assured, the general can be thrown farther away than this!" Finally, the stone bomb will be prepared. ”

Zhang Liao waved his hand and said, "No! The first wave with a zama nail! ”

The cost of this thing is low, and it is very effective against cavalry, so it is equipped with a lot in the Han army. Depending on the method of spreading, the zama nails are placed in different clay pots. The soldier's hand-thrown zama nails are contained in a cylindrical clay pot, while the trebuchet-fired zama nails are made in a spherical clay pot.

After Zhang Liao's order was given, the soldiers on the other side of the trench immediately got busy. The trebuchet's long spoon was slowly twisted, constantly adjusting its angle and direction. Large wooden crates were carefully lifted to the back of the trebuchet, neatly stacked with spherical clay pots filled with zama nails.

The lieutenant in charge of the trebuchet also held up the clairhandly mirror hanging on his chest and quietly gestured to the back, and the herald behind him waved the red and green pennant. There was a "boom" sound on the other side of the ditch, and a black clay pot flew out mixed with the sound of the wind and landed in the southeast corner of the Xianbei camp. Through the clairvoyant mirror, Zhang Liao and the lieutenant could see clearly, the clay pot fell to the ground and shattered, the Zama nails were scattered around like a goddess scattering flowers, and several passing Xianbei soldiers were jumping on the ground with their feet in their hands, obviously pierced upright.

The lieutenant made two more gestures, the herald's red and green banner waved up and down twice, and the trebuchet position on the other side of the trench was busy. The first clay pot that was thrown just now was a pathfinder, and the trebuchet needed to be readjusted according to where the pot landed.

This time the adjustment time was very short, as the signal flag of the herald waved again, there was another "boom" sound on the side of the trench, but this time the sound was much louder than just now, and even Zhang Liao, who was hiding behind the "willow forest", felt a shock to his eardrums. It is no wonder that this is the first time he has used trebuchets in actual combat, and in the past, at the training base, no more than twenty trebuchets were used at a time. The movement of twenty stone throwing faces is certainly not comparable to that of two hundred trebuchets. Two thousand clay pots whizzed through the air, and the sky was dark. Most of these clay pots fell around the Xianbei camp, and a small number fell into the Xianbei military camp, causing a riot. After a brief pause, another wave of clay pots was thrown, and the target was still around the Xianbei military camp.

As soon as Su Li sat down in the big tent, he heard the chaos outside, and a soldier stumbled in and said loudly: "Oh no, the Han people have scattered a lot of 'iron nails' around the camp. ”

On the road just now, Su Li had already learned from Murong Xiong's subordinates that the Zama nail was powerful, although this thing was small, it could easily abolish their war horses, without the war horses, the combat effectiveness of the Xianbei people was probably not as good as an ordinary Yuan army soldier. Su Li couldn't help but be shocked, and said hatefully: "What a cunning Han people, quickly, send someone out to clean up, no matter what, you can't be trapped by them!" ”

As soon as he finished speaking, the voice outside the tent suddenly changed, and the shrill whistling mixed with the miserable howls and panicked cries of the soldiers told Su Li that something great had happened.

Sully couldn't sit still any longer, he grabbed the scimitar in front of him, raised his foot and walked out of the tent. With a muffled "bang", his camp shook twice and fell down. Left and right dragged Su Li out of the tent, only to see a rain of stones flying in the air, and a stone bullet hit Su Li's head.

The stone bullet was only roughly spherical, and there were many tiny protrusions on its surface, which were very sharp, and they were smashing on Su Li's head, as if they had smashed open a watermelon, and blood was splashed on the spot. The unlucky Su Li, who took pity on him as a dignified leader of Liaodong Xianbei, did not even touch the face of the enemy, and died in Huangquan.

Before the news of Su Li's death spread, there was already a great chaos in the Xianbei camp. The clay pots thrown by the Han army at the beginning smashed people's heads and broke the blood flow at most, and although those horse nails made it difficult for them to move an inch, they were not fatal, but the stone bullets thrown later were really injured when they were knocked and died.

Faced with the sudden danger, the first reaction of the Xianbei soldiers was to find their war horses and rush out of the camp with a strange scream. But at this time, the outside of the camp was already densely covered with horse nails, and the riders who rushed out lost their horses, while the stones of the Han army seemed to have eyes, and chased them from the inside of the camp to the outside of the camp.

The Xianbei cavalry was formed into a thousand-man team for every 1,000 people, and a commander for every 10,000-person team, and the leaders of the larger tribes were called adults. News of Sully's death soon broke, and the three commanders quickly took command. Of course, they were not convinced by each other, so they could only command their own teams of 1,000 people, but the chaotic situation in the camp was also alleviated to a certain extent.

Although there was a certain organization, the three commanders went their own way, two led their subordinates to retreat to the north, and the other commanded a few thousand troops to launch an assault in the direction from which the stone bullets were thrown.