In the dark clouds, heavy rain poured down on the sky.

Bean-sized raindrops follow the river breeze and go straight to the nose of the mouth.

The current was fast, and the boatmen struggled to paddle their oars against the terrifying might of heaven and earth.

Fortunately, the wind and rain were strong enough, and the sound of paddling and passwords was almost all blended into the background "noise", which was so inconspicuous.

"Boom!" As if God was playing a joke on them, lightning tore through the night sky and illuminated the boats on the river.

The man on the boat looked up at the sky with a solemn expression.

There was no noise, everyone silently clenched their guns, waiting for the judgment of an unknown fate.

The flotilla continued to move forward.

Above the river, a fish leaped high, as if it could no longer bear the suffocating unease.

No one has the heart to pay attention to this.

The robes were already wet, but the cold on his body couldn't hide the heat in his heart, and the closer he got to the north shore, the faster his heart beat faster.

"Boom!" God can't see such an awesome warrior with such a big heart, so he has to let them show off again.

One after another, lightning lit up, making the Yellow River in the rainy night flicker, one moment as bright as day, and the other when you couldn't see your fingers.

In an inconspicuous thatched hut on the north bank of the river, Li Xiaomao, who slept until midnight, was awakened by urine.

He got up in a daze and walked out the door.

There were several people lying in the grass hut, snoring like thunder.

When he was accidentally touched by Li Xiaomao, he just changed his position and continued to sleep.

Li Xiaomao, who went out, was blown by the cold wind, subconsciously snorted, took out Jill, and was just about to release the water happily, when thunder and lightning fell, and the night sky was as bright as day.

"Mom, it's offensive to Tianwei to pee......" Frightened by the anger of the thunder, Li Xiaomao urinated on his feet.

Suddenly, his eyes widened.

When the thunder and lightning fell, there seemed to be a figure in the reeds.

Li Xiaomao didn't care about peeing, rubbed his eyes with both hands, and continued to look ahead.

Another thunderbolt fell.

The figure seemed to move forward quite a bit, and the face of the person walking in front was clearly visible.

It was a middle-aged man with a bearded face, with a spear in both hands, and staggered through the soft mud by the river.

When the lightning fell, he saw him, and he saw him.

Li Xiaomao was stunned.

A cruel smile appeared on the bearded man's face.

He's still advancing, and so are the people behind him.

Fifteen-year-old Li Xiaomao trembled all over, as if he was choked by an invisible force, and he wanted to speak but couldn't make a sound.

He fell to his knees.

The other party continued to move forward and had already walked out of the reeds.

The boots were filled with muddy water and creaked when they walked.

The robes were wet from the rain and clung to their bodies along with their beards.

One, two, three......

More and more people came ashore, like a god of murder in the night.

"Whew!" The cold wind blew, and Li Xiaomao felt that he could move, and he rolled and crawled in the muddy water, stumbling, trying to run back to the house.

Suddenly, the back of the neck was grabbed.

Li Xiaomao screamed in fright, and subconsciously turned his head, but saw that in the midst of the thunder, a shining knife light pasted over.

Sharp pain came from the mouth of his throat, and blood flew out.

The strength of the limbs and hundreds of bones quickly left his body, and Li Xiaomao covered his wounds in vain and fell to the ground weakly.

The rain fell cracklingly, and soon formed a pool of water around him filled with a strong bloody gas.

On a rainy night, the god of killing kicked open the door of the grass hut, and the spear stabbed down quickly, and the screams came and went.

They didn't stop there, they moved on.

The previously annoying Thunder seems to have become amiable.

They need this to light the way.

The rain became heavier and heavier, and the wind blew more and more fiercely.

The robes who came ashore held hands and held spears, and marched in line with the power of heaven and earth.

Ahead was a much larger stronghold.

There were few lights in the camp, and there were obviously few people left.

With such a big wind and rain, the guards were not interested in struggling outside, and they didn't know where to hide.

The thatched hut in Fang Cai was already the outermost tentacle they had stretched.

The tentacles have been severed, and now it's the turn of the torso.

One figure after another climbed over the wall.

One scream after another rose into the sky.

The gate of the camp was suddenly opened, and the sound of squeaking and squeaking suddenly accelerated, and more than 200 people quickly rushed into the camp from far and near.

"Ahh Ji Shui put a person's head directly into the brazier, and the sound of "barbecue" kept coming, and the smell of burning made him feel happy.

"Ahh Zhao Huai stabbed out his spear, penetrated his back, and nailed an enemy soldier who had been awakened from his sleep to the wooden wall.

The enemy soldier subconsciously wanted to break free, kicked the ground a few times, waved his hand a few times unconsciously, and then slowly fell.

The spear was drawn, and the enemy soldier fell to the ground against the wall, leaving a shocking trail of blood on the wall.

The screams, cries, and roars were instantly intertwined, gradually overshadowing 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.

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The remaining hundreds of enemy soldiers were surrounded and slaughtered like pigs slaughtering dogs.

With a stab of the spear, he fell to the ground with a muffled grunt.

The big knife slashed, and the blood flew away.

The long axe chopped, and the head fell to the ground.

The frightened enemy soldiers didn't even have the heart to flee, and they were so broken down that they scurried around the camp until they were exhausted.

Thunder rages, lightning dances.

God seemed to have opened one eye, not very satisfied with the killing that took place in the night.

It's not a world trend it calculates.

This is not the face of the world.

Who is causing trouble?

The lightning tore the clouds apart, the sky seemed to leak, and the rain was pouring down.

Above the river, the wind is getting faster and faster, and the sound of the waves is endless.

In the camp, the demon gods nailed out their last spears and stabbed to death the enemy soldiers crawling on the ground.

The enemy soldier twitched twice, gradually merging with the muddy water.

Together with the warriors who patrolled outside the camp, the three hundred butchers, without the slightest mercion, slaughtered the entire camp.

The rain washed away the bloodstains, slowly pooled into a river, and quietly flowed into the distance, as if to wash away everything that happened here.

But is it cleanly washed? Can the results be reversed?

God was impotent and furious for a long time, and gradually the clouds opened and the rain dispersed, drifting away.

The second group of landed samurai came ashore.

They tied ropes to the bow of the boat, and then gritted their teeth and dragged the boats ashore with all their might.

A collar of armor was distributed, followed by a bow, a bowstring, a quiver, a shield, and dry food......

Part of the enemy village was demolished overnight.

The naked samurai jumped into waist-deep water and struggled to nail the stake.

Someone brought planks, someone brought ropes, someone brought saws......

The improvised trestle was erected overnight to allow ships to berth.

As the day dawned, two ships approached one on the left and one on the right.

Shao Xun landed lightly on the trestle and looked around.

The river is covered with sediment, dead branches and leaves, and flows eastward.

The blue sky seems to have been refined, and it is incomparably clear.

The air was full of moisture, and perhaps a little delightful smell of blood - the aesthetics of the martial arts were more or less faulty.

The earth was muddy and trampled beyond recognition.

The grass fell to the ground, as if in awe of the might of heaven and earth, and as if it were surrendered to the feet of the new conqueror.

The Golden Armor General went ashore.

Holding the tip of the bow in his left hand and the hilt of his knife in his right, he wandered through the pile of corpses as if he were visiting his back garden.

A horse was tied to a tree trunk, and when he saw the golden-armored general from a distance, he snorted and took two steps back.

Even the brutes know who is the biggest murderer in the field.

"Set up camp and dig trenches."

"The boat returns and continues to ferry."

"I'm right here, fighting the enemy with my sons."

"Come one, kill one. Come two, kill a pair. After victory, there is a reward. ”

After speaking, Shao Xun asked Liu Ling to move a Hu bed, sat down with a golden knife, and looked at the east from afar.

"Wan Sheng!" The Silver-Spear Men raised their spears and cheered loudly.

The cry echoed along the riverbank, and it didn't stop for a long time.

Shao Shen stood behind his uncle, his face flushed with excitement.

That's the big man!

This is the heroism of men!

With his most trusted warriors, he crossed the river to the north and planted the banner on the shore.

I'll be waiting for you here, won't you come?

Well, the Huns didn't come all day, I don't know if they didn't see it or they didn't have time to arrive.

On the first day of September, a full 6,000 warriors of the Silver Lance Army were crossed to the north bank of the Yellow River.

That night, the last 3,600 men and a large quantity of supplies arrived on the north shore.

On this day, the camp was well organized, with ditches and horses to be rejected.

On this day, the last elite soldiers in Henan who dared to fight in the field all crossed the river.

If the Xiongnu have the ability to eat them, Luoyang and Xuchang will be at their fingertips.

On the second day of the ninth month, the Hun rangers rode awkwardly on horseback, peeking from a distance in the soft mud, and did not dare to approach.

The Jin army ignored them.

Auxiliaries, chariots and horses began to cross the river in batches.

Three or four temporary trestle bridges have been repaired, and ships are working around the clock to transport food, ordnance, baggage, and personnel ashore.

The camp has expanded a long way outward.

In addition to the main camp, two smaller camps were also built, and the three were in the shape of a zigzag.

In the battalion, the banner of the word "Shao" fluttered high, as if mocking the useless work of the Huns.

This move of the golden armor general really stunned the Huns.

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