Fierce battles began in the morning.

Liu Fu's hands and feet were cold, and he couldn't bear to look at it anymore.

The two westernmost camps were broken, and the damage to their morale was very great.

The sergeants who were sent over for reinforcements and were defeated by the Jin army spread the news of defeat everywhere, and after being beheaded dozens of people, they still couldn't stop.

In today's attack on the camp, the Shao thief transferred almost all the people who could fight.

Ding Zhuang's auxiliaries acted as the main force of the battalion as usual, wave after wave, as if there was no end.

The same way he attacked the camp and played the same way he had seen it yesterday in the western camp.

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

Yes, after a day and a night of high-intensity warfare, the losses are so great, and a large number of elite soldiers and strong generals have been drawn from everywhere, and until now, those who can fight and are willing to fight to the death are finished.

How can this be topped?

He subconsciously looked at the bottom of the high platform, but fortunately, the guards were all there, and the horses were there, which made him breathe a sigh of relief.

Once you escape, it will certainly disappoint and even anger the Son of Heaven, but it is better than losing your life in a daze.

This time, his future is really over, he can see it, so he hates Shao Xun very much.

Compared with Liu Fu, Zhao Gu has to work much harder.

He had no reason to give up.

There were more than 20,000 soldiers in total, and there were 10,000 of them in Shamatti. Once the losses are exhausted, even if new recruits can be recruited to make up for it in the short term, the combat effectiveness cannot be replenished.

Therefore, he sent the most capable troops out to fill in the gaps, which was able to withstand the first two waves of ferocious offensives of the Jin army.

During the interval of the battle, he even had to secretly observe the movements of the King of Bohai, and only relieved himself when he saw that his handsome flag was still flying high.

But soon anger rose in his heart.

After several years of fighting, every time they failed, it was their servant army that died. And the Huns relied on their horses and ran fast, even if there was a small defeat, they would not hurt the roots.

If the fight continues, one day the Huns will really be able to manipulate them at will - now there are signs of it, and Shile was forced to lead the army to fight for the Huns, and he was very aggrieved.

"Kill him on the head!" Outside the camp, louder and louder roars rang out.

Zhao Gu was startled, cleaned up his mood, called several relatives to follow, and prepared for it.

Follow your intentions and leave quietly.

On the west wall, the figure of the Jin army appeared again.

The arrows were densely packed, and many of them flew down into the camp, and from a distance, the ground was as terrifying as a layer of white hair.

Outside the camp there was a dense sound of horses' hooves.

It was cavalry coming from other directions. At a critical juncture, they rarely sold their lives once, and repeatedly strangled with the cavalry of the Jin army.

The sound of horses' hooves lasted for a long time before it died down.

The sergeants guarding the imperial camp mustered up their courage and reluctantly pushed the Jin army down, but they did not dare to go out of the camp to pursue and defeat the enemy.

Zhao Gu was extremely anxious in his heart, looked up at Liu Fu's direction, and then looked at the sky.

It's not even midday, what the fuck!

Will it last until the night?

He climbed another high platform to overlook the enemy.

On the flat earth, two more Jin army formations moved.

Their own cavalry roamed in the wilderness, repeatedly harassing, and constantly throwing arrows into the Jin army's array, causing casualties.

The cavalry of the Jin army was also dispatched.

The two sides chased in the wilderness, and either the Hun cavalry was stabbed off their horses, or the Jin cavalry was shot to the ground by arrows.

Zhao Gu's face was like frost.

The cavalry advantage was more than twice as high, and they couldn't help the Jin people, so that their infantry formation smoothly rushed to the bottom of the camp wall.

The battle began again.

******

In the turbulent river, the trees are like forests, and hundreds of boats compete for the stream.

When the first ship rushed into the reeds and slowly docked in the shallow waters, the Huns, who were watching them from afar, gave the signal.

"Whoa!" A large group of sergeants descended into the water, holding aloft their black rifles, and trudged toward the shore.

There was no expected ambush, no overwhelming arrows, everything was surprisingly quiet, if you ignore the waves of shouts from the north.

Peng Ling was the first to climb ashore.

The solid ground beneath his feet made him feel reassured.

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 shore to meet the scouts.

When they arrived at Heyang, they boarded a boat to cross north and attacked the enemy camp.

Now, once again, he stood on the causeway, looking out at the enemy camp in the distance.

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

The first three times were in the previous month, the Black Army led the Heyang Ding Zhuang and Tuntian troops stationed on the south bank to the north, and the Huns were defeated three times, and they retreated to the south bank in a hurry, and the losses were not light.

The fourth time, it should be a little different, right?

He checked the equipment and kicked the sludge off his boots.

One by one, the robes went ashore and lined up hastily on the causeway.

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

There were no drums, no horns, and no high-pitched slogans.

Hundreds marched in silence, as quiet as an autumn outing rather than a bitter war.

The footsteps behind him grew denser, and more people came ashore.

They must be very hesitant and worried.

The corners of Peng Ling's mouth actually laughed, because he thought so too.

Defeated three times, this time it's time to take it anyway!

Several Hun rangers appeared ahead.

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They were alarmed when they saw a large group of Jin troops advancing with their rifles. One of the rangers even stood up and nearly tossed him to the ground.

The footsteps of the "rustle" spread forward quickly and resolutely.

The Hun rangers fired a few arrows, and two muffled grunts rang out in the queue.

Without the slightest pause, the formation continued to move forward.

The Hun rangers turned their horses and withdrew.

Behind them, there was also a thatched hut, and seven or eight foot soldiers rushed out of the house, crawling backwards and fleeing. They did not return to the camp, but disappeared into the distant horizon.

The Black Army slowly approached the camp.

There were very few people on the wall, and they walked around, shouting and shouting.

From their point of view, from the riverbank to the camp, on the bare mud floor, a black jungle of rifles suddenly appeared.

The jungle is moving, from far to near.

At first, you can only see the whole picture of the jungle, but gradually, the details of the jungle are also clear.

Fifteen or six hundred!

The long lance blade was imposing and oppressive under the light of the afternoon sun.

They were expressionless, not even a commotion, and marched in silence, pressing straight ahead.

The panting Heyang Ding Zhuang moved the long ladder.

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

The wind was blowing.

The military flags and robes were hulanking, and the noon sun did not have the slightest temperature, only making people feel the biting chill from head to toe.

"Kill!" In front of the black jungle, someone shouted with open arms.

"Kill! Kill! Kill! As if as a signal, the originally static jungle quickly "writhed".

The shield hand was in front, covering Heyang Ding Zhuang to send the long ladder up.

The foot archers came out from the left and right, shooting again and again, without stopping.

The jungle turned into a black sea, rushing towards the camp like a monstrous wave.

"Smack." The long ladder was attached to the wall, and the hook at the top was firmly attached to the wall.

The soldiers of the Black Army climbed up with a shout, and with a single charge, they swept away the few enemy soldiers on the wall.

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

This time the attack was too easy! What about the enemy? Where did it go?

"Wow!" The neighing of horses came and went, the gate of the whole camp was opened, and the few Hun cavalry turned over and rode away.

There were also some wounded soldiers in the battalion, looking desperately at the Jin army falling from the sky.

Jin Jun was not polite, and when he passed by, he poked them casually and gave them a good time.

A group of enemy soldiers, probably in the hundreds, poured out of the camp and killed them together with the black soldiers who rushed into the camp.

The Black Army, mostly recruits, was beaten back step by step.

Fortunately, more and more of their own soldiers poured in, especially Heyang Ding Zhuang, who numbered as many as 2,000, wielding various weapons and even crude wooden spears, and fought head-on with the enemy.

Little by little, the tide of the battle came back.

"Die!" When Peng Ling stabbed one person to death, the enemy began to retreat and gradually lost its strength.

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

The Black Army and Heyang Ding Zhuang took advantage of the situation to chase and kill, and even the newly captured camp was gone, so they pursued all the way and killed directly near the enemy's military camp.

******

By the end of the afternoon, the fighting at the Chinese barracks became more and more fierce.

Zhao Gu also threw hundreds of pro-troops into the battle to supervise the battle, but he still couldn't stop the influx of the Jin army.

In the end, he had to personally lead people to rush and kill, and only then did he slightly curb the Jin people's offensive. But even so, he was unable to clear the silver-speared sergeants who had stormed into the camp.

Whether it was firing bows and arrows, or charging with elite soldiers, or the Hun cavalry launched a desperate charge, it had no effect.

Even though the Silver Lancers suffered heavy casualties and people kept falling to the ground, they still firmly formed a formation and covered the follow-up men and horses to rush in.

At this time, Zhao Gu knew that it was over.

The stronghold will be breached only today, and there is no possibility of delaying it until tomorrow.

The attack of the Shao thieves in the past two days, completely ignoring the casualties, rushed and attacked with a thunderous momentum, and smashed them who thought they could hold the camp for at least ten and a half months.

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

Some of the Hun cavalry had already slipped away and withdrawn from the other camp gates, but there were also those who launched a final charge in desperation, trying to disperse the Jin troops who had broken into the camp.

"Kill the thief!" An earth-shattering roar rang out from the south.

Zhao Gu turned his head to look, but saw that on the south camp wall, a snow-bright spear blade came out, followed by a black lance, and then a large group of soldiers.

There weren't many people on the south wall, and even if there were, the combat power was very suspicious.

They only entangled with the Black Army for a short time, and then they rained down - not after being killed and falling to the ground, but losing the will to fight and jumping off on their own.

The Black Army jumped down as well.

They didn't care about the routs that were scurrying around, and after a little formation, they went straight to the main force of the Hun infantry cavalry that was fighting with the Silver Spear Army.

Finished! The front was already almost unbearable, and if it was hit from the side again, the collapse of the whole army was inevitable.

Zhao Gu turned his head to see that the banner of "Liu" on the high platform was still fluttering, but the person was gone.

His heart was sudden, and he didn't have time to curse Liu Fu for abandoning the army and fleeing, and under the cover of his own soldiers, he ran to the rear.

Someone on the opposite side handed the reins of the horse, and he directly turned over on the horse and walked away.

Some of the soldiers bowed to him and said loudly: "Please take care of my wife and children." ”

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

But if the general trend is like this, what can the efforts of a few brave and loyal men decide?

Their counterattack was like a pebble thrown into a lake, causing only a tiny wave, and soon fell silent.

In the end, the sergeants who could fight were exhausted, Liu Fu and Zhao Gu also ran away, and the thousands of remaining sergeants in the camp of the Xiongnu Chinese army ushered in a total collapse.

No one expected that 30,000 cavalry would stick to the camp, but they only lasted two days......

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