bookcurios Chapter 299: Attack the Camp Again
Chapter 299: Attack the Camp Again
The battle situation on Tanshan became increasingly stalemate. A hint of deep worry quietly passed through Jia Yixiao's brow. He immediately made a prompt decision and made urgent fine-tuning to the battle layout.
"Orders are sent immediately to dispatch two thousand elite soldiers to attack the Xiongnu camp once again. This time, we must set the camp ablaze to the heavens and completely disrupt the enemy's morale."
Jia Yixiao's intention was obvious. He intended to lure the enemy deeper into his territory and carefully lay out a more sophisticated plan.
The order was given and action was taken immediately. In just a moment, two thousand brave warriors resolutely stepped forward from the ranks and marched quietly and silently down the mountain under the hazy moonlight.
At this time, the night was deep, and the moon at midnight was slightly dim, casting a mysterious veil of concealment over these night walkers.
The two thousand soldiers moved in a treacherous manner. They cleverly bypassed the enemy's sentries and quietly approached the key place where food and grass were stored.
"Captain, we discovered that this place seems to be holding several hundred prisoners. If we attack with fire, will we harm them?"
A hint of solemnity flashed across Qianhu's brow. The spy's urgent report was like a cold wind blowing through the hall, bringing with it an ominous atmosphere.
"Hmm? How did the people ahead burn the food?"
Upon hearing this, Qianhu turned his gaze to the side, where several generals who had experienced the baptism of war on the front line were standing quietly.
"They sent a few people to pour kerosene on the grain and set it on fire."
A general took a few steps forward, his voice carrying the hoarseness and calmness unique to the battlefield.
"It seems that this method is feasible. Let's do it accordingly." Upon hearing this, Qianhu's brows relaxed slightly, and he already had a plan in his mind.
"Won't the prisoners be rescued?" The generals were anxious and asked with a bit of pity in their tone.
"Save? How?" Qianhu asked back, his words revealing unquestionable determination, but also containing a hint of helplessness and regret.
"I think they've let their guard down a bit. They probably didn't expect us to attack again. Bring a few people with you, kill the sentry, and then..."
The general lowered his voice, his eyes gleaming with shrewdness, and he seemed to be confident.
Qianhu simulated the feasibility of this plan in his mind and finally nodded slightly.
"As you said, let's do it this way. Take a hundred people and move forward. We must do it quietly. Once we're done, we can send some people off to place kerosene at the food storage area."
After hearing this, everyone nodded to show that they understood the order.
The captain seemed a little worried and pulled another general to say:
"Take a team of archers and ambush them in the southwest corner outside the camp. Shoot the enemy directly when you encounter them. I will lead another team to attack in the southeast corner."
"I understand!" the general nodded in response.
This makeshift team was led by a captain, and all the generals were centurions. No matter how high their positions were in the past, there was only one commander at this time.
Everyone acted separately and quietly moved near the enemy camp.
There is an open area outside the fence leading to the barracks and food storage area. Torches are lit in the distance, but the lighting effect is not very good.
When the vanguard reached the sentry, the progress was smooth at first, but unexpectedly someone made a mistake and caused some noise.
"Enemy attack." A sentry exclaimed. Although it was quickly dealt with, it still attracted people in the barracks to come out and check.
Seeing this, the archers lying in ambush outside did not care much and approached the fence, shooting indiscriminately at the barracks inside. Those who were hit by arrows were either dead or injured, and retreated back to the tent in pain.
The vanguard team also knew that something was wrong, and everyone quickly separated. Some people threw the kerosene in their hands into the granary, while others rushed into the sheepfold where the prisoners were held.
"We are the army of the Great Zhou, and we will run towards Lushan after we leave."
A soldier cut the ropes that bound the people and shouted loudly to the crowd.
In fact, these villagers had no idea where Lushan was. Since the rope was cut, they ran in the direction indicated.
There were still more than 20,000 people in the Jigawawa camp. When they heard the noise, some people rushed in this direction. The granary was already on fire at this time, disturbing everyone's sight.
"What's going on?" asked Jigawa who came with them.
"Captain, someone attacked our camp and burned our granary."
A dusty Hun soldier quickly replied.
"Hurry, put out the fire first." Jiga Wa frowned and thought to himself: We have already found the enemy's location, why would someone come to attack us?
After a change of mind, he gave another order: "Mobilize 10,000 men to pursue the enemy troops that attacked the camp."
Afterwards, orders were sent one after another to gather 10,000 people and follow the trail of Jia Yixiao's men.
Su Dingshan's side finally ended the battle, with 10,000 people killing 11,000 people. Although the enemy came one after another, his side also suffered heavy losses after this battle.
"Fat Tiger, are you still there?" Su Dingshan shouted loudly to the crowd.
The team is now looking for living comrades and placing them in the rear, while others are finishing off the enemy in case anyone pretends to be dead.
"General Su, I'm here!"
In the light of the fire, a bloody face appeared, with blood stains still on its bared teeth, as if it had just eaten raw meat.
"Hurry up and take the injured away, we need to evacuate here!" Su Dingshan ordered.
"Yes!" Fat Tiger still responded happily.
Su Dingshan looked at the people around him and grabbed a centurion who was about to finish him off:
"Take a few people with you to check out what's going on with Jia Yixiao."
"Okay, I'll take some people to check it out." The centurion turned his head to look at the busy people, pulled a few people at random, and disappeared into the darkness in the blink of an eye.
The sky was beginning to get dark, and those searching for the injured were working in groups of two, holding torches.
"Report, bad news! The battle is fierce over there with Jia Yixiao. Everyone, go down the mountain and fight."
Tanshan is not far from Lushan, and the centurion saw the melee over there from afar.
"How could this happen?" Su Dingshan was full of confusion. According to the original plan, they should have ambush halfway up the mountain and retreat up the mountain while fighting.
He didn't know that for the sake of the people living at the foot of the mountain, Jia Yixiao had no choice but to bring soldiers to stop the following enemies.
In fact, they were not completely at the foot of the mountain. At the beginning, the archers walked dozens of steps down the mountain, but in the end they had no choice but to pick up their swords and fight the enemy in close combat.
I thought I could drive away the enemy with a charge, but I didn't expect it would be difficult to escape after going down the mountain.
When Su Dingshan learned of the situation, he shouted loudly, breaking through the clamor of the battlefield: "My men, quickly assemble and follow me down the mountain to support General Jia!"
After saying that, his eyes eagerly searched for Fat Tiger's figure in the raging flames of war.
Fat Tiger naturally heard the call, and with steady and powerful steps, he ran towards Su Dingshan like a mountain.
"General Su, let me lead the troops to provide assistance this time, and you will lead the brothers to retreat for the time being to conserve your strength."
Fat Tiger suggested, his tone filled with unquestionable firmness.
Su Dingshan frowned, his eyes lingering on Fat Tiger's bloody body for a moment, his worry evident in his words:
"Are you still okay now? Look at all the scars on your body. I'm afraid even your face is not spared."
Fat Tiger smiled innocently, as if those wounds were just badges of honor on the battlefield:
"It's nothing serious, just some superficial injuries, a few punches and kicks to the face. I'm Fat Tiger, I'm very strong and can still fight for a few more rounds."
After he finished speaking, Fat Tiger's smile seemed particularly warm and firm amidst the flames of war, like an invisible force that inspired everyone around him.