Three Kingdoms

  Chapter 1005 What?

  In the rain and mist, the screams of dying people seemed muffled, and when they came into the ears, they seemed to be pierced in the heart.

Perhaps the various camps were different before, and each had different goals, but in front of the **** of death, they looked almost the same. When the knife was cut, it would hurt, break, and bleed. The screams before death were also the same. The last sound in the world.

  A Han soldier who had just protruded from above the camp had just cut down a Xianbei soldier who had climbed up, and was shot down by an arrow shot from below the camp.

The imprints drawn by the arrows in the rain and fog were clearly visible, and they seemed to stay for a few seconds before disappearing into the air. However, the Han soldiers were not afraid at all. Gun stab!

  Many Xianbei talents climbed halfway, and had to retreat again, and some even fell heavily into the muddy water.

The archer Hu Renqiang who was hiding under the poncho under the city was about to shoot again. As soon as the arrow was hitched, he felt that the sound was wrong. When he relaxed and looked again, he found that the rain, fog, and moisture that had come in did not know when the tendons had been bowed. It's all soaked in...

   "Damn it!" the archer Hu Renqiang cursed angrily, but he had no choice but to quickly remove the bowstring from the back of the bow, wrap it in a dry cloth, and send it to the rear awning to dry.

  Even so, these barbarians are clear in their hearts that every time the bowstring is dried, its lifespan will be shortened by one point, but if it is not dried, the bowstring will loosen, and there is no way to use it.

   In this attack, I don’t know how many good bows and lives will be destroyed.

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

  The Xianbei retreated, revealing that outside the Yinshan camp, they had already begun to build high mounds.

  Since yesterday, even though there was constant fighting and fighting on the walls of the camp, the peasants who were caught nearby and failed to escape in time kept raising these mounds.

  It was raining heavily, and there was no food to eat, but whenever there was a slight slack, these wolf-like Xianbei people would whip over their heads and face with a burst of horsewhip, allowing these unlucky Han people to arouse the last bit of strength in their lives...

As for those who were exhausted, the Xianbei soldiers who supervised the work saw that the old and weak Han people were indeed exhausted and could no longer work, so they stepped forward and stabbed them with a knife, and then kicked them down on the mound of dirt. , became part of this huge artificial building.

  Before the camp in Yinshan, this hell-like tragedy was ten times worse.

  The Yinshan camp is not very big, it is built on the side of the Yinshan cliff. It rained heavily for two consecutive days, and the unfinished sunken places were obviously washed away by the water and collapsed. It's just that these breaches are now blocked with wood and stones again, and the Xianbei people still cannot enter the camp through such breaches.

  Under the low-rise camp, all kinds of damaged weapons and crooked corpses were scattered.

It was even more tragic at the gate of the camp. It was obvious that the corpses burned to death by kerosene were extremely black, and all the fat and moisture had been burned away, leaving only carbonized stumps trembling in the rain. It seemed that he was still crying and screaming in pain.

On the top of the wall of the camp, there were also layers of corpses. When the attack failed just now, those who were lucky enough to survive retreated, but those soldiers who were injured but could not move were half lying and half leaning on the surrounding opponents or It was on the corpse of a comrade-in-arms, cursing and panting in the sound of rain, and then letting the blood drain slowly, the wound turned from bright red to pink, and the breath gradually weakened...

In the camp, Xu Yu's face was as dark as a dark cloud in the sky. He slowly untied the cloth strip wrapped around the saber on the back of his hand, moved his already sore arm, and then patted the soldiers around him, then turned around and slowed down. Slowly descend the steps of the steep camp wall.

Under the water of the rain, after another fierce battle, even a strong man like Xu Yu felt a little exhausted. The arms were bloodstained to prevent the sword from slipping off, and the lines were clearly visible. Contaminated blood flowed down the feet along with the rain, one step was a red footprint, and then slowly faded and scattered under the washing of the rain.

Next to the wall of the camp, sheds were set up one by one. Under the sheds were the soldiers who had been replaced before. Some of the corpses of their own soldiers transported from the wall of the camp were piled up like firewood piles. On the other side, the layers were piled high, and there was still undried blood flowing out along the gaps between the corpses, mixed with mud, dyeing the ground a purple-black color.

  The inside of the shed, the place that is less exposed to rain, was given to the wounded soldiers.

  The slightly injured were wrapped in blood-stained miscellaneous cloths, sucking in cold air from time to time, trying not to cry out as much as possible, and those who went further inside were the seriously injured. Some of these seriously injured soldiers had already lost their minds, talking nonsense drowsily, and sometimes yelled suddenly and inexplicably, but the yelling was gradually weakened.

  Xu Huang was at the innermost part of the shed, tightly wrapping the cloth strips on the wound of a wounded soldier, then looked at the wounded soldier and said, "...for two more days, for another two days, understand?"

   Then Xu Huang shouted again: "Where's the hot soup? Where's the hot soup, bring it here..."

  The wounded soldier's face was pale, but he nodded slightly calmly, but there was a short breathing sound from his nose, obviously 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 laughed loudly: "How about the wall? The Xianbei dog was repelled again, right? Good job! You guys are all good! The Xianbei dog wants to conquer Camp, don’t even think about it!”

  Xu Yu looked at the wounded in the shed, smiled and nodded.

  Xu Huang stood up, patted the wounded soldier's uninjured shoulder lightly, then gestured with his eyes, and walked out of the shed first.

  The raindrops hit the grass shed, and then merged into a line, sliding down from the top of the shed.

  After days of fighting, although Xu Huang's expression remained calm, his face was visibly thinner. He whispered, "This time...how is the injury?"

  Xu Yu came to the side, turned his eyes to the side, and said in a low voice: "It was okay at first...but this rain...you guys are physically exhausted, and more than 70 people have been lost..."

  Xu Huang looked up at the seemingly endless rain in the sky, and a deep "Chuan" frowned between his brows.

  ……………

  Lin Yinqin outside the camp also frowned deeply.

   As for the conquest of the fortress, it is difficult to defend the city, but it is even more dangerous to attack the city. A loss ratio of ten to one between the offensive and defensive sides is considered normal, and a loss ratio of less than five to one is considered to be extremely strong on the attacking side.

Lin Yinqin silently calculated that when he started attacking the stronghold yesterday, the 130 people who were seriously injured and died on the spot were not counted. 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 people's Nakrizhen's side seemed to be similar, which made him feel somewhat better.

   However, only a little better.

   After two days, the people brought by me and Alanyi have lost nearly 400 people, which is already one-fifth of the strength of this time...

  Among the rain and fog, the wobbly peasants were pushing up the mound like ghosts, hoping that the mound would be as high as the Yinshan camp one day earlier, and then they would be free.

   And those barbarians who retreated, covered in mud and blood, how human do they look?

The retreating Hun soldiers bypassed the mound and came to their starting line. They almost staggered and moved under the grass shed. No matter how muddy the ground was, they just made a trip to the ground, gulping Panting heavily, I couldn't get up for a long time.

   The Xiongnu army may not have no discussions, or complaints and complaints, but so what?

   The Xianbei people gave a piece of pasture, although it is not very good, but after all, it also gave these Huns a space to survive. From this point of view, it is already considered good, and then again, even if there are complaints and dissatisfaction, so what?

  In the current situation, the Huns in Alanyi and Linyinqin can only survive from the cracks, as if they are in the midst of thorns, no matter which direction they are facing, they will be covered in wounds and bloody...

  At first, I thought how difficult this small Yinshan camp could be, but I didn't expect that after so many lives were filled under the camp wall, this Yinshan fortress would still not fall down.

  Who would know how many Huns’ lives would need to be filled under this small Yinshan camp, and how far his own people could walk on this thorny road before bleeding!

  While Lin Yinqin was meditating silently, Alanyi walked over, nudged Lin Yinqin with his elbow, and gestured with his eyes...

After the starting line of the barbarians, on the edge of the cliff, stood a long canopy. Under the canopy, a wooden frame was nailed with wooden boards, covered with wooden boards and hay, and the surrounding wet , The muddy yellow mud pond is simply a paradise and a hell.

  Here is naturally the temporary command post of Tuyuhun, and at this moment, a figure prostrated himself in front of Tuyuhun, it seemed that it was Nakrijan, who was talking about something...

"... General Bi, it's not that my Kerry really didn't act bravely before, it's just that in the past two days, under the heavy rain, I saw that the soldiers rushed to the top of the camp, but the supporting bows and arrows behind were scattered. Han dogs, you can kill us straight up!" Na Keli said gesticulating, maybe a little angry, maybe a little helpless, forming a strange expression on his face.

"... Hao Erlang, who was killed or injured three or four hundred people in two days," Nakri's words trembled a little, showing a bit of grief, "...all great boys, all of them Our good son Lang is now buried under this damned camp..."

"Big general, let my sons retreat to rest for a while, so you can take a breather! The sons live in the wild, have nothing to eat, don't get a good rest, and have to brave the heavy rain to attack the city. They are all subordinates of the king. , be more considerate..."

  Tuyuhun looked left and right, suddenly slapped his thigh, and said angrily: "Damn it, who is in charge of the back row support today? Let our Kerry really work so hard?!"

Immediately, a person replied from the side: "Back to the general, it is my sons... General, you can also see that the bowstring is damp and degummed and soft, and it is impossible to shoot a few arrows. It needs to be baked again. Support, two or three hundred bowstrings in our tribe have been scrapped! Nakrizhen, you will only clamor for support, and you will be stingy and not give it to those who ask you for bowstrings... Hehe..."

Xianbei people are still mainly in the tribal form. Although there are different official positions, there is no mandatory etiquette. Even when meeting the Xianbei King, the people in the tribe all sit cross-legged in a circle, and there is no need to answer. Reason to stand up.

  Nakrizhen turned his head and counterattacked: "Why do you want a little, you bastard, it costs five hundred to open your mouth, so my son doesn't want to use bows and arrows?"

   "Hey, what are you talking about, it seems that you can use those bows and arrows in this weather?"

"What do you mean?"

   "That's what I mean!"

  The two immediately quarreled with each other.

"enough!"

  Tuyuhun yelled violently.

"...you two are here too," Tuyuhun raised his eyes to see Alan Yi and Lin Yinqin, shook the flesh on his face, forced a smile, and said, "...Come, sit, and talk about it, this guy What do you two think of the dog's camp?"

  Lin Yinqin and Alan Yi looked at each other, were silent for a while, and said, "General, this camp...is a bit weird..."

   "Oh?" Tuyuhun glanced up and down at Lin Yinqin and Alan Yi, and said with a half-smile, "What a weird method, let me tell you about it."

   "Return to General," Alan Yi said, "...according to common sense, such a heavy rain has been falling for two days... The wall of this camp should have been soaked by rain and collapsed long ago, but now..."

  Everyone's eyes turned to the Yinshan camp. Although the sky was dark, they could still see a silhouette.

  Among the rain and fog, the Yinshan camp seemed to be riddled with holes, but it just stood firm...

Lin Yinqin went on to say: "My son Lang also tried to excavate the wall, but under the outer layer of green bricks and stones, it was not yellow mud... but a kind of mud that I had never seen before. past things..."

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

Tuyuhun was held in his hand, not as heavy as a stone, but not as light as soil. After rubbing it, he immediately felt that the whole object was still wet. When he picked it up, he could still see the lump in the firelight. The water light in the small gaps in the middle has obviously been completely soaked by rainwater, but it does not soften or deform like ordinary mud blocks, and still has sharp edges and corners.

   "What is this?" Tuyuhun tightly grasped both sides of the lump with both hands, and then exerted force.

  The arm muscles as thick as the thighs of ordinary people tightened in vain. After the lump persisted for a while, it shattered into several pieces of different sizes...

   "What is this?" Tuyuhun repeated subconsciously, then licked the powder on his hand, and then spat it out in a mouthful, "It looks like dirt, and it tastes like dirt, but..."

Tuyuhun lifted the lumps that had been broken into several pieces but were still connected together into the air, looked at the net-like black threads exposed in the middle, hooked one of them with his fingers, and pulled it out. Suddenly, an indescribable expression appeared on his face, "...This, this is an iron wire? There is an iron wire in this mud?! When did the Han dog be so... so..."

  In this era, not to mention ironware, even copperware is restricted for sale to Hu people, and there is 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 is this thing?!"

  (end of this chapter)