12dz Chapter 1499: Surprise attack, the Han army retreated!
Chapter 1499: Surprise attack, the Han army retreated!
The February night wind brought a biting chill, rolling the dead grass across the wilderness.
Han Xing lay on the slope, with fine frost flowers condensing on his black iron armor.
He raised his hand to wipe away the frost on his eyelashes, and his hawk-like eyes penetrated the darkness, fixed on the Han army's baggage camp a hundred meters away.
"General, scouts report that the Han army's front camp is engaged in battle with the Mad Dragon Legion."
The deputy general lowered his voice, the white breath from his breath condensing into a mist in the cold night: "Only two battalions, about 3,000 men, are left to guard the baggage."
A cold arc appeared at the corner of Han Xing's mouth, and the bronze sword at his waist shone with a cold blue light in the moonlight.
He turned his head and looked behind him - the five thousand elite Xuanwu soldiers were silent like sculptures, their horses holding their mouths shut and their iron armor covered with grass.
These Yunzhou men have been lurking here for two hours. At this moment, every frozen purple face is beating with bloodthirsty excitement.
"Do you hear the shouting and killing ahead?"
Han Xing suddenly raised his voice, the tip of his sword piercing the night sky: "His Highness Chu Kuang is attracting the attention of the Han dogs for us!"
He kicked away the snow at his feet, revealing the buried kerosene can. "Tonight is the night to achieve our goal! Burn the baggage camp, and the 100,000-strong Han army will have to go back home hungry!"
"Kill!" Suppressed roars burst out from five thousand throats.
Han Xing jumped onto his horse, his black cloak spreading out like devil wings under the moonlight.
As he pointed his sword forward, the Xuanwu Army turned into a black torrent and poured down.
Inside the Han army's baggage camp, the defending general Zhao Bin was rubbing his hands around a brazier.
The shouts and cries from the front camp made him uneasy. Suddenly, his ears moved slightly - a strange tremor came from the ground.
"what sound……"
The questioning came to an abrupt end as a wolf-tooth arrow pierced his throat and nailed his body to the grain cart.
Almost at the same time, a rain of arrows came like a swarm of locusts, and the patrolling Han army fell down like wheat being harvested.
"Enemy attack!" The surviving sentry had just sounded the alarm when he was knocked away by the charging cavalry.
Han Xing took the lead, splitting the gate with his bronze sword, and the cavalry behind him charged in in a wedge formation.
The iron hooves crushed the campfire, and the flying sparks set the tent on fire.
"Don't fight to the end! Go straight to the granary!" Han Xing roared.
The cavalry formation suddenly dispersed and rushed towards the grain piles everywhere like a handful of scattered caltrops.
There were clay pots hanging on both sides of their saddles, and the moment they broke, a pungent smell of kerosene burst out.
The moment the torches fell to the ground, the entire baggage camp exploded with dazzling flames.
The north wind fanned the flames, and the fire dragon spread wildly along the grain carts, burning the night sky red.
The defending Han army was just awakened from their sleep when they were knocked to the ground by the heavy armored infantry who rushed in.
"It's the Xuanwu Legion!" A Han soldier recognized the attacker's black dragon-patterned flag, his voice distorted with fear.
"Why are they here?"
Before he could finish his words, a battle axe had already split his head open.
Han Xing's personal guards advanced like a meat grinder, specifically sniping Han army officers who tried to organize a defense line.
The camp was in complete chaos. Some people were putting out the fire, some were running for their lives, and more were trampling on each other in the flames.
On the sentry tower of the front camp, Huo Quji suddenly turned around.
His handsome face was illuminated by the flames rising from behind him, and the flag in his hand broke with a "crack".
"Bayern Camp!" The young Duke Protector's voice trembled for the first time.
He suddenly grabbed the messenger by the collar and asked, "How many cavalrymen are there in the rear?"
"Report...Report to the Duke, the eight hundred cavalrymen of the Tiger Guard Battalion are still on standby."
"not enough!"
Huo Quji shook off the messenger, unsheathed his sword three inches and then pushed it back fiercely.
He stared intently at the Chu army feinting in front of him, and suddenly sneered: "Chu Ning, you are so good, pretending to repair the plank road but secretly attacking Chencang."
Suddenly he shouted, "Order! The front camp guards retreat three hundred steps, leaving me a clear path!"
The deputy general was shocked: "Duke, this is not allowed! If Chu Kuang takes this opportunity to attack..."
"He doesn't dare!"
Huo Quji pointed his sword at the sea of fire behind him: "Chu Ning wants to cut off my food supply, not attack me!"
With that, he leaped from the watchtower, his scarlet cloak fluttering like a flag in the flames. "Follow me, Tiger Battalion! The rest of you, defend the camp to the death!"
The supply camp has become a hell on earth.
Han Xing kicked the burning grain stack away, and suddenly his ears moved slightly - the sound of orderly horse hooves came from the southeast.
His pupils suddenly shrank: "The Huo character flag? It came so fast!"
Blow the bone whistle immediately.
Amid the rapid whistles, the Xuanwu Army that was setting fires quickly gathered.
Han Xing's sword was dripping with blood. Looking at the one-third of the grain pile left, he gritted his teeth and said, "Retreat!"
"General!"
The captain, his body engulfed in flames, roared in frustration, "Give me another half an incense stick, and I will burn all the remaining food!"
"Huo Quji's Tiger Guards have arrived!"
Han Xing grabbed him and said, "Do you want our brothers to be made into dumplings?"
Before he finished speaking, a large number of cavalry appeared in the southeast.
The Xuanwu Army retreated like a tide, and before leaving, they threw all the remaining kerosene tanks at the granary.
When Huo Quji led his army to the scene, he saw only charred corpses and burning grain carts on the ground.
A Han soldier knelt before the fire and cried bitterly, but he woke him up with a whip: "Why are you crying? Count the remaining food and grass immediately!"
When the guards dragged the dying baggage handler in, this usually elegant young man finally flew into a rage.
A flash of sword light passed, and the head rolled into the fire. "Order to the entire army..."
Huo Quji's voice was horribly hoarse: "From now on, the rations will be reduced by half."
He looked towards Maple Leaf City, where he could faintly hear the cheers of the Chu army.
The night wind blew away the loose hair on his forehead, revealing the blood-stained white jade hair crown - it was given to him by the emperor himself before he went to war.
"Chun Ning..."
Huo Quji suddenly sneered, and his blood-stained fingers stroked the pearl on the sword tassel: "This round, you win!"
"But, you can't always defeat me!"
Maple Leaf City.
Chu Ning stood on the city wall, looking at the flames rising into the sky in the distance, a cold smile appearing on the corner of his mouth.
He suddenly raised his hand, and the messenger beside him immediately blew the attack horn.
The deep and powerful sound of the horn pierced the night sky. Chu Kuang, who was feinting an attack, looked up and saw three arcs drawn by torches on the city wall - this was the signal for an all-out attack.
"Boys!"
Chu Kuang tore off his scarlet cloak, revealing heavy armor made of fine iron with dragon patterns.
"The Han army's baggage camp is on fire, follow me and kill them!"
The cavalry of the Mad Dragon Legion roared in unison, and the originally cruising formation instantly shrank, turning into a sharp spear that pierced straight into the Han army camp.
Amid the thud of iron hooves, the Chu army shouted in unison: "The Han camp is burned! Your food is gone!"
The sound was like a tide. The Han soldiers who were resisting turned their heads and saw the raging flames in the baggage camp in the rear, dyeing half of the night sky blood red.
The army's morale suddenly became chaotic, and some people dropped their weapons and ran to the back of the camp.
"No retreat!"
The Han army captain swung his sword to chop down two deserters, but a Chu madman ripped off his helmet with a spear.
A cold light flashed, and the eight-foot-long spear pierced through the iron armor, nailing the fierce general to the central army flag.
The heavily armored infantry of the Mad Dragon Legion took the opportunity to advance, and the shield wall made of fine steel broke open the gate of the village. Three-meter-long armor-piercing spears pierced through the gaps in the shields, stabbing the Han army that tried to form a formation into bloody gourds.
The Han army was completely defeated.
Huo Quji was so angry when he received the news that he bit his lip, and blood dripped down his white jade chin. He took a last look at the burning grain cart and suddenly shouted:
"Order all camps to retreat to Qingshigang, thirty miles away!"
At this point, the bloody battle outside Maple Leaf City came to an end.
The Chu army used a surprise attack with fire and finally defeated the 100,000-strong Han army.