Flames flickered and danced in the wind and rain, devouring the greyish-black fuse and sinking into the steel.
There was a loud sound of flames spurting in the cold wind, and the iron barrel shook backward. The iron ball pushed through the dark rain and passed through the battlefield.
The burning fuse on the cannonball was extinguished by the rain in midair, but the metal ball continued to fall toward the human head. With a bang, the human figure danced in the rain and rolled into the crowd, splashing muddy water in all directions.
Amidst the crash, the charging Jurchen veteran did not blink, nor did he care about the fall of his comrade. His body was stretched out in the most powerful way, raising his arms, striding forward, and waving his hands. His arms also swept through the dark curtain of rain, causing countless raindrops to fall between heaven and earth. An iron spear that was slightly longer than his arm danced in the air.
Following this iron spear were dozens of similar iron spears. They whistled across the battlefield, rushed past the colliding frontlines, and swept past the fluttering black flags in the rain. Some of them smashed in front of the raised shields, while others, with heavy inertia, pierced through the chests of the Huaxia soldiers and impaled the blood-stained corpses on the ground.
Blood mixed with the mountain rain and washed down. Not far away, the collision of the iron shields at the vanguard positions of the two armies had already become crooked.
"Fire! Change to solid bullets! "Mao Yishan shouted in the rain," Second Company of the Second Battalion, follow up! "
Another round of spears flew over from the front. The iron spears were impaled on the ground in front of them, crooked and uneven. The bodies of the Huaxia soldiers were impaled there, blood flowing from their mouths, but they still shouted. Several brave soldiers raised their shields and protected the medical officer, but not long after, the struggling bodies became corpses. The iron spears thrown from afar stabbed into the shields, making a horrifying sound, but the soldiers held the iron shields and did not move at all.
Then, the reserve troops went up and raised their shields, and the horrifying sound rang out from time to time.
At the same time, the bases of several cannons were stuck in the muddy water, firing shells from time to time into the rear of the enemy formation. The Huaxia army already had explosive shells, but in principle, the outside of the shell was ignited by the bombardment of the cannon, and the explosive inside the shell was ignited by the fuse. This kind of ammunition did not have much lethality in the rain.
At this moment, the confrontation at the frontline returned to the square formation from more than ten years ago.
The wall of shields was pushed together on the frontline. Their companions at the back kept moving forward, trying to push their opponents down. Spears pierced through the gaps between the shields towards their enemies. The Huaxia soldiers occasionally threw grenades. Some grenades exploded, but most of them fell into the muddy water. In this valley, the water was up to the knees of both sides. Some soldiers who were pushing each other fell into the water, and some even drowned because they could not get up in time.
The heavy rain swallowed up the power of the crossbows. Mao Yishan used the shells that could still be used and the grenades that he had saved with great difficulty to throw into the battle. On the other hand, the Nu Zhenren's side chose to use the sharp and heavy javelins. After the javelins passed through the shield formation, they plunged into the crowd and became a sharp weapon that harvested lives.
This was the offensive method that the veteran Jurchen generals, Duan Lili, had long since decided on. At this moment, before there was a decisive gap in technical strength, the strategy he chose had indeed pulled the two sides closer in terms of exchange.
Just after the Eagle Beak Rock smashed down, the two sides officially started fighting for a short period of time. The number of casualties on both sides rose at a shocking rate. The shouts and roars on the frontline made people's hearts tremble. They were all veterans, and they all had a firm will that did not fear death.
In the blink of an eye, their companions fell, and the reserve troops at the back pressed forward. Both sides reacted equally quickly. But the first to break the deadlock were the Huaxia soldiers. Although the javelins of the Nu Zhenren could cause huge casualties in the back of the Huaxia army's shield formation, grenades were, after all, the real weapon to break the formation. Two lucky grenades exploded on the backs of the shield-wielding soldiers at the front, and the Nu Zhenren's formation suddenly caved in!
The shield formation rushed forward, and sharp swords and spears flew out along this gap. These Nu Zhenren soldiers were the real elites. Some of them were even wearing fish-scale armor, but in the blink of an eye, they were cut down and fell to the ground.
Above them, another round of javelins flew. After paying a huge price, the Nu Zhenren's front line was split into two sides, and their reinforcements from the back rushed forward!
The formation of the Nu Zhenren soldiers filled the valley. Every time they fought, there were only a few dozen people at the frontline. Together with their companions at the back, they could only form about one to two hundred people at a time. Thus, although retreating meant that they would lose, it would not result in a situation where the formation of thousands or tens of thousands of people would completely collapse. At this moment, Xie Lili's side paid the price of twenty to thirty people, and the frontline of the battle was dragged into the abyss.
The front line and the defensive line became distorted at this moment, and the killing at the front of the battle formation began to become chaotic. Xie Lili roared loudly, and ordered his men to attack the side of the frontline. As the Huaxia army's front line was pushed forward, the strength of the two sides was slightly weakened. The Nu Zhenren's flank began to push forward. At this moment, they tried to become a cloth bag, and swallow the Huaxia army in the center.
"Long live the Nu Zhenren!"
"Blast them!"
The cannonballs that could still be fired hit the mountain wall, and stones fell onto the crowd. Two cannons misfired in the damp environment, and the logisticians ran over to inform them that the grenades had run out. The Huaxia army's reserve troops came down from the hillside, and the Nu Zhenren's formation pressed up from the bottom of the valley. The javelins whistled, and the cannonballs boomed. The fierce battle between the two sides was pushed to the climax in an instant.
…
Against the wind and rain in the mountains, the specially made arrowheads streaked across the sky, and the air made a sharp sound.
In the undulating mountain forest, the Nu Zhenren scouts who were running carefully noticed the commotion, and looked through the gaps in the trees to determine the direction. Some scouts who had climbed to higher ground were alarmed, and looked around the surrounding mountains. After the sound disappeared, another sound flew out from the forest about a mile away, and then another one. In the blink of an eye, the signal from the whistling arrow was relayed to the direction of Yu Yu Creek.
That afternoon, Qu Zhengyan received the signal to attack.
In his eyes, the positions guarded by the Fifth Division were still being attacked by the Nu Zhenren troops, and Qu Zhengyan put down his binoculars.
"It's time to counterattack."
In the complicated terrain of Yu Yu Creek, the reserve troops were passing through the path in the rain, rushing to the front of the battlefield.
…
A few miles behind Yu Yu Creek, in the camp for wounded soldiers.
The whistling arrow swept across the sky.
In front of Zou Hu, the Green Forest Tycoon named Ren Hengchong suddenly exerted force under his feet, and his body was like a cannonball, crashing through the pouring cold rain. The muddy water splashed under his feet, and bloomed into lotus flowers in the rain. In the blink of an eye, it extended to the bloody tent.
There were many soldiers near the camp for wounded soldiers. After the whistling arrow flew out, they only had a moment to react. But the target was already in sight, and Ren Hengchong's strength was pushed to the peak in the blink of an eye.
The sudden power of a Grand Master was so terrifying. Zou Hu's scalp was numb, and he was speechless and excited at the same time. At this moment, the blood in his body also expanded, and his strength soared.
As long as he could take down the young man in a moment, the wounded soldiers in the camp would only be old and weak.
His group could still escape.
The moment this thought crossed his mind, he sprinted forward twenty feet. In the distance, the young man who rushed out of the tent killed the first three people on the ground in the blink of an eye. Ren Hengchong closed in like a storm. At the last ten feet, he reached out with his arm, and the wind broke through the wind and rain. The young man's figure lowered, and the wind of his sword danced. He actually exchanged a move with Ren Hengchong.
The fist and palm hit the tent, and the entire tent shook. Half of the tent was torn in the air. Ren Hengchong ran too fast. His feet kicked off the ground, and a semicircle of inertia was formed in front of the tent. His arm was about to grab the young man.
At this moment, they forgot that wounded soldiers also had light injuries and heavy injuries.
Behind Ren Hengchong, a pair of arms abruptly formed a silhouette that seemed to swallow the heavens and devour the earth. Before the inertia of Ren Hengchong's mad dash had completely dissipated, the arms came crashing down towards his face.
The tent completely trapped Ren Hengchong. This greenwood tycoon was like a shark in a net, punching crazily in the cloth bag. The young man named Ning Ji turned around and threw out the short knife used for surgery. He didn't care about Ren Hengchong anymore, but carried the ancient sword and charged towards Zou Hu and the others. Behind Ren Hengchong, a knife-wielding man raised his knife and slashed at the figure wrapped in the tent. In the blink of an eye, the cloth was dyed red with fresh blood.
Ren Hengchong tore the cloth. Half of his body was badly mutilated. He opened his mouth and howled. A hand suddenly reached out from the side and pressed on his face. With a bang, he was smashed into the muddy water, and a foot fiercely stomped on his chest. The knife-wielding man wearing loose clothes next to him slashed the greenwood tycoon's neck.
The first wave of people who were awakened by the whistling arrow were all wounded.
Zou Hu's legs went soft. He turned around and ran.
More figures of the wounded broke through the curtain of rain, and rushed over with the soldiers …
…
Eagle Beak Rock.
The white-hot battle in the narrow and long valley lasted for an hour. In the first hour, there were several clashes of shield formations, but after that, there were only continuous and frantic skirmishes. The Female Zhenrens rushed up the slope again and again, and the Hua Xia army rushed down again and again.
The sound of cannons gradually stopped. The Female Zhenrens were still throwing their javelins. The Hua Xia soldiers picked up the javelins and pointed them in the direction of the Female Zhenrens. Blood and sacrifice pushed the price higher every moment.
At this moment, both sides in the battle had a reason to win quickly.
Xie Lili was worried that the Hua Xia army's reinforcements had finally arrived, making it impossible for them to hold their ground here. Mao Yishan was also worried about the situation where the Female Zhenrens' reinforcements kept climbing in after the gravel at the entrance of the valley. Both sides had already pushed their blades to the front of the enemy's generals. Xie Lili had led his troops to fight in the muddy water a few times, and Mao Yishan had already led the reserve troops to the front of the battlefield.
The sky was hazy like a cold night, and the slow but seemingly endless winter rain was still falling. The corpses in the muddy water quickly lost their temperature. In the wet valley, a long knife slashed across the neck, and blood splattered everywhere. Countless screams rang in his ears. Mao Yishan waved his shield and knocked away the Female Zhenrens in front of him, moving forward in the muddy water that was up to his knees.
"Get closer to me …"
"The Female Zhenrens are victorious …"
A sharp spear almost brushed past the neck, and the muddy water in front of him churned because of the soldiers' running. Mao Yishan raised his shield, and a long knife slashed down in front of him.
With a bang, Mao Yishan's arm bent slightly, and his shoulder pushed against the shield. With the momentum of the charge, he flipped the shield over, and the steel knife slashed out. The opponent's knife slashed again, and the two steel knives hit the air heavily. The sound of fighting could be heard all around.
The Female Zhenren general with the long knife took two steps back, and his companion used a long spear to string up four shields, and carried them over. Mao Yishan shouted, "Shield formation …" His companion beside him came forward, and a small shield formation suddenly formed. "Charge!"
The footsteps of both sides pushed the water apart, and the shields collided fiercely. Some used all their strength, some used their knives to fight, and some slipped. Many people on both sides of the shield formation fell into the muddy water. Mao Yishan dragged his companion up, and held up the iron shield with all his might. Xie Lili and his knife were pushed back a step, and he stood firm with both hands holding onto his knife. On the other side, Mao Yishan's body was low, and his horse stance was as solid as a mountain. Behind the shield, his eyes met with his opponent's.
"Kill …"
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