Chapter 1005 What is it?
?In the rain and fog, the screams of dying people seemed muffled, reaching the ears, but they seemed to be stuck in the heart.
Perhaps the previous camps were different, and each had different goals, but in front of the God of Death, they were almost the same. When the knife was struck, it would hurt, break, and bleed. The screams before death were also the same and remained here. The last sound in the world.
A Han soldier who had just poked his head out from the camp and cut down a Xianbei soldier who climbed up was shot down by an arrow from below the camp.
The marks left by the arrows were clearly visible in the rain and fog, and they seemed to stay for a few seconds before disappearing into the air. However, the Han soldiers were not afraid at all. Others came from behind the female wall or wooden wall, slashing with swords and using Spear thrust!
?Many Xianbei people had to retreat again after climbing halfway, and some even fell heavily into the muddy water.
The strong barbarian archer who was hiding under his poncho outside the city was about to shoot again. As soon as he nocked the arrow and fired, he felt that the sound was wrong. When he relaxed and looked again, he found that the rain, fog and moisture that had drifted in from unknown time had already tightened the bow string. All soaked...
"Damn it!" the barbarian Qiang archer cursed angrily, but he had no choice but to quickly remove the bowstring from the back of the bow, wrap it in dry cloth, and send it to the awning behind to dry.
Even so, these barbarians know that every time a bow string is dried, its lifespan is shortened by one point. However, if the bow string is not dried, the bow string will be loose and there is no way to use it, so this is the only solution...
?This attack will destroy many good bows and destroy many lives.
?The sky gradually darkened. In the rain and fog, everything was gray and it was impossible to see the opponent clearly. The horn sounded shrilly in the rain, announcing that Xianbei had failed in another round of attack.
??The Xianbei people retreated, revealing the outside of the Yinshan camp, and had begun to build high mounds of earth.
Since yesterday, even though there was constant fighting and fighting on the walls of the camp, the civilians who were captured from nearby and failed to escape in time were constantly raising these mounds of earth.
The rain was pouring, and there was no food. But if they relaxed even a little bit, these wolf-like Xianbei people would be whipped with horse whips, allowing these unlucky Han people to inspire the last bit of strength in their lives...
As for those who were exhausted, the Xianbei soldiers who were supervising the work saw and judged that the old and weak Han man was indeed exhausted and could no longer work, so he stepped forward and stabbed him to death, then kicked him down on the mound of soil. , becoming part of this huge artificial structure.
Before the Yinshan camp, the hell-like situation was ten times worse.
Yinshan Yingzhai is not very big and is built against the cliff of Yinshan Mountain on one side. It rained heavily for two consecutive days, and the unfinished sunken areas were obviously washed away by water and collapsed. It''s just that these breaches have been blocked with wood and rocks again, and the Xianbei people are still unable to attack the camp through such gaps.
?Under the low camp, all kinds of broken weapons and twisted corpses were scattered.
It was even more tragic at the entrance of the camp. The corpses that were obviously burned to death by kerosene were extremely black. All the fat and water in their bodies had been burned away, leaving only the carbonized stumps of their limbs shaking tremblingly in the wash of rain. It seemed like he was still crying and screaming in pain.
There were also layers of corpses on the wall of the camp. After the attack failed, those who were lucky enough to survive retreated. However, those soldiers who were injured but unable to move were half lying and half leaning on the surrounding opponents or It was on the corpse of a comrade, cursing and panting amidst the sound of rain, and then letting the blood slowly drain away, the wounds turned from bright red to pink, and the breath gradually became weaker...
Xu Yu''s face at the camp was as dark as the dark clouds in the sky. He slowly untied the cloth wrapped around the sword on the back of his hand, moved his arms that were already sore and swollen, then patted the soldiers beside him, then turned around and slowly Slowly go down the stairs of the steep camp wall.
Under the water of the rain, and after another fierce battle, even a strong man like Xu Yu felt a little exhausted. His arms were stained with blood to prevent the sword from slipping. The lines on his body were clearly visible. The stained blood flowed under the feet with the rain. Every step was a red footprint, and then it slowly faded and scattered under the wash of the rain.
Greenhouses were erected close to the wall of the camp. Under the greenhouses were the soldiers who had been replaced before. The corpses of some of our own soldiers who had been transported from the wall of the camp were stacked in the greenhouse like stacks of firewood. On the other side, the layers were very tired, and there was still blood that had not dried up between the corpses flowing out along the gaps, mixed with mud, and dyed the ground a purple-black color.
The inner side of the greenhouse, which was less exposed to the rain, was given to the wounded soldiers.
The slightly injured ones were wrapped in various **** cloths. They breathed in cold air from time to time and tried their best not to cry out. Further inside, there were those who were seriously injured. Some of these seriously injured soldiers had lost their consciousness, talking nonsense in a daze, and sometimes they would suddenly and inexplicably shout a few times, but the shouts gradually became weaker.
Xu Huang was in the innermost part of the greenhouse, tightly wrapping the wound around a wounded soldier. Then he looked at the wounded soldier and said, "...Just hold on for two more days, hold on for two more days, do you understand?"
?Then Xu Huang shouted again: "Where''s the hot soup? Where''s the hot soup? Bring it over..."
??The wounded soldier''s face was pale, but he was still calm and nodded slightly. He only made short breathing sounds from his nose, and it was obvious that he was still in unbearable pain.
Seeing Xu Yu approaching, the soldiers around Xu Huang stepped aside to let him approach.
Xu Huang turned around and saw him, and immediately laughed loudly and said: "How about on the wall? The Xianbei dogs were beaten back again, right? Well done! You guys are all good! The Xianbei dogs want to capture Camp, don’t even think about it!”
Xu Yu looked at the wounded in the shed, squeezed out a smile, and nodded.
??Xu Huang stood up, gently patted the injured soldier''s uninjured shoulder, then gestured with his eyes and walked out of the shed first.
The raindrops hit the hut, then gathered into a line and slid down from the top of the hut.
After days of fighting, Xu Huang''s expression remained calm, but his face was obviously thinner. He whispered: "This time... how is the damage?"
??Xu Yu came to the side, turned his eyes to the side, and whispered: "It was okay at first...but this rain...the sons and daughters used up a lot of physical strength, and they lost more than 70 people..."
Xu Huang raised his head and looked at the seemingly endless curtain of rain in the sky, with a deep frown between his brows.
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Lin Yinqin outside the camp also frowned deeply.
As for the conquest of a fortress, it is certainly difficult for those who defend the city, but it is even more dangerous for those who attack the city. If the loss ratio between the attacking and defending sides is ten to one, it is considered normal. If the loss ratio is less than five to one, it is considered that the attacking soldiers are extremely powerful.
Lin Yinqin silently calculated that the attack on the stronghold started yesterday, not counting those who were slightly injured, but the one hundred and thirty people who were seriously injured and killed on the spot. Today is even more unbearable. They have already exceeded 200 people. If those who go back at night Those who were seriously injured and some who couldn''t bear it...
?Lin Yinqin gritted his teeth and glanced at the other side. The Xianbei man, Krichen, seemed to have similar conditions, which made him feel a little better.
?However, it’s just a little better.
After two days, the tribesmen brought by him and Alan Yi have lost nearly 400 people, which is already one-fifth of the strength this time...?In the rain and fog, the swaying civilians were pushing up the mounds like ghosts, hoping to Pile this mound to the same height as the Yinshan camp one day early, and then they can be relieved.
?And those barbarians who retreated, covered in mud and blood, how much did they look like humans?
The retreating Huns soldiers bypassed the mound and came to their starting line. They almost staggered to the grass shed. Regardless of the muddy ground, they just went to the ground and gulped. I was panting heavily and couldn''t get up for a long time.
??The Huns army may not have no discussions, or may have complaints and complaints, but so what?
The Xianbei people gave them a piece of pasture. Although it cannot be said to be very good, it still gave these Huns a space to live. From this point of view, it was considered good. And having said that, even if there were complaints and dissatisfaction, so what?
In the current situation, the Huns in Alanyi and Linyinqin can only survive through the cracks. It is like being in thorns. No matter which direction they are facing, they will be covered with wounds and **** flesh...
I originally thought that this small Yinshan camp would be so difficult to defeat, but I never thought that after filling in many lives under the camp wall, this Yinshan fortress would still not fall.
Who can know how many lives of Huns need to be filled in this small Yinshan camp, and how far one''s own people can walk on this thorny road without bleeding!
?While Lin Yinqin was meditating silently, Alanyi came over, quietly touched Lin Yinqin with his elbow, and then signaled with his eyes...
Behind the starting line of the Hu people, there was a long awning standing on the edge of the cliff. Under the awning, a wooden frame was nailed with wooden boards, and it was covered with wooden boards and hay, and the wet surrounding areas , the muddy Huangnitang is simply a paradise and a hell.
?This is naturally Tuyuhun’s temporary command post. At this time, a figure bowed down in front of Tuyuhun. It seemed to be Nakrigen, who was telling something...
"...General, it''s not that my Krichen son-in-law didn''t move forward bravely, but in the past two days of heavy rain, I saw that the men and women rushed to the camp, but the supporting bows and arrows behind were scattered, and the people on the city were The Han dogs can actually stab us with their backs straight!" Na Keli said gesticulating, perhaps a little angry, perhaps a little helpless, with a strange expression on his face.
"...Three or four hundred good men were killed and injured in two days," Na Keli''s words brought out some vibrato, showing a bit of grief, "...They are all great young men, all of them are great. Our good sons and daughters are now buried in this **** camp..."
"General, please let my sons retreat for a while and take a breather! The sons are sleeping in the wild with nothing to eat and no good rest. They have to brave the heavy rain to attack the city. They are all subordinates of the king. , be more considerate..."
?Tuyuhun looked around, suddenly slapped his thigh, and said angrily: "Damn it, who is responsible for the back row support today? What makes us, the really good guy in Kerry, work so hard?!"
Immediately, someone from the side responded: "Come back to General, it''s my sons... General, you have also seen that after such heavy rain, the bowstring became degummed and softened due to moisture, and it was impossible to shoot a few arrows, so it had to be rebaked. In order to Support, two to three hundred bowstrings in our tribe have been scrapped! Well, Krishen, you are just clamoring for support, and you are so stingy that you don’t give it to anyone who asks for bowstrings... Hehe..."
The Xianbei people are still mainly tribal. Although there are differences in official positions, there are no mandatory etiquette. Even when meeting the Xianbei King, the people in the tribe sit cross-legged in a circle, and there is no need to reply. The truth of standing up.
?Then Krishen turned around and retorted: "Why do you want a little? You guy, you want five hundred when you open your mouth. Then my sons don''t want to use bows and arrows?"
“Hey, you’re saying this as if you can use those bows and arrows just by holding on to them in this weather?”
"What do you mean?"
“That’s what I mean!”
The two people suddenly started arguing with each other.
“That’s enough!”
?Tuyuhun shouted loudly.
"...You two are here too," Tuyuhun raised his eyes and saw Alanyi and Linyinqin. He shook the flesh on his face, forced a smile, and said, "...come, sit down, let''s talk about this Han What do you two think about the dog’s camp?”
?Lin Yinqin and Alan Yi looked at each other, were silent for a while, and said, "General Bei, this camp... is a little weird..."
“Oh?” Tuyuhun looked at Linyinqin and Alanyi up and down, and said with a half-smile, “What a weird method, let’s talk about it.”
"Back to General," Alan Yi said, "...if according to common sense, such heavy rain has been falling for two days...the walls of this camp should have been soaked by the rain and collapsed, but now..."
Everyone''s eyes immediately turned to the Yinshan camp. Although the sky was already dark, they could still roughly see an outline.
?In the rain and fog, the Yinshan camp seemed to be riddled with holes, but it still stood firm...
Lin Yinqin continued: "My subordinates also tried to dig out the village wall, but under the layer of green bricks and stones outside, it was not yellow mud... but a kind of mud that I had never seen before. Things that have passed…”
Lin Yinqin took out a dark lump from his arms and put it in front of him. Then the guard on the side took it and handed it to Tuyuhun.
Tuyuhun held it in his hand. It was not as heavy as a stone, but it was not as light as soil. He rubbed it and immediately felt that the whole object was still wet. When he picked it up, he could still see the lumps in the firelight. The water in the small gaps in it has obviously been soaked by the rain, but it does not soften or deform like ordinary mud, and it still has sharp edges and corners.
“What is this?” Tuyuhun grasped both sides of the block tightly with both hands, and then exerted force.
?The arm muscles, which were as thick as an ordinary person''s thigh, were tense in vain. After the block persisted for a moment, it broke into several pieces of different sizes...
"What is this?" Tuyuhun repeated subconsciously, then licked the crumbs on his hand, and spit it out, "It looks like dirt, and tastes like dirt, but..."
Tuyuhun lifted the block that had been broken into several pieces but was still connected together into the air. He looked at the several network-like black threads exposed in the middle. He hooked one of them with his fingers and pulled it. Suddenly, an indescribable expression appeared on his face, "...This, this is an iron wire? There is an iron wire in this mud?! When did Han Dog become so... so..."
?In this era, let alone ironware, even copperware is restricted for sale to the Hu people, and there is an iron wire in this lump that looks like mud but not mud!
Have the Han people become so extravagant? !
“…This…who the **** can tell me, what on earth is this?!”
(End of this chapter)