Dawn came.
Bakhai still couldn't occupy Zhou Qingfeng's stronghold. Niu Lu, who had been forced to live a bitter life, was really badly battered. He was furious in front of seven or eight corpses of his own soldiers, who were foaming at the mouth. But after getting angry, he could do nothing.
Since last night, the battle for the stronghold had ended, but the attacks in the night had not stopped. Zhou Qingfeng's stronghold was not big, but it was still a large fortification. There were hundreds of buildings with different functions neatly built inside. The wooden houses were easy to build and quickly repaired. Now these houses had become guerrilla areas.
In order to defeat the resistance organized by Zhou Qingfeng, Bakhai led his men to carry out quick sweeps many times. He even occupied Zhou Qingfeng's residence as a headquarters, and stomped on the cellar where Abahai was hiding. But it was useless — he chopped off the heads of nearly a hundred enemy slave soldiers, and lost more than a dozen people on his side. His troops had shrunk to fifty.
The enemy did not surrender.
Now Bakhai didn't even have fifty men.
The soldiers of Jianzhou were already hungry after fighting all night. They were happy to find a pot of meat soup cooked by the enemy during their routine sweep in the morning, and then they ate it even more happily — Jia Gang had poisoned the meat soup, and this thing killed nearly one-fifth of Bakhai's men in one go.
The pot of soup was kicked over by Bakhai, and the soup poured out, soaking the corpses on the ground. Some of the soldiers who drank the soup were pale, but they were not dead yet. They reached out to try and get treatment, but the soldiers of Jianzhou avoided them like snakes and scorpions, afraid of being infected.
What now?
Bakhai couldn't do anything.
Retreat?
That was impossible. The five beilei would never allow a retreat.
Ask for help?
Bakhai had already sent people to report the current situation to Mangurtai, but Mangurtai did not respond at all.
Continue fighting?
Bakhai wanted to continue fighting, but what could he do now? The remaining forty or so starving soldiers could no longer be called proud soldiers or valiant generals. On the contrary, the slave soldiers scattered in the fortress became more and more active. Zhou Qingfeng once again regained his Wakan and spiritual power, and was able to organize the army to fight back. The days of fasting became more difficult.
In a dilapidated building less than a hundred meters away from the vegetarian break, Zhou Qingfeng was eating half-cooked rice and a few pieces of jerky. He cooked the rice himself. There wasn't enough water, and he didn't have any cooking utensils. He could only use a broken pot to cook the rice on a makeshift stove. He didn't have a bowl or chopsticks, so he could only use his dirty hands to grab the food and eat it with the dirt and dirt.
Right now, there was no hope for logistics. It would be good enough if they could get some half-cooked rice.
Beside Zhou Qingfeng sat a few equally dirty upstarts. When he greeted them, he would always call them "Bei Zi". These were all slave soldiers that he had promoted from the frontline last night. Anyway, he could throw away his official hat. As long as they did not stop resisting, he did not mind calling his subordinates any official titles.
On the contrary, the slaves who had suffered for a lifetime were all inexplicably excited. When Zhou Qingfeng called them "Bei Zi", they felt warm all over, and their spines became lighter. They wished they could die for him immediately. After fighting all night, the entire slave team could still persist until now because of this illusory spiritual encouragement.
"Well, I'm full. You guys eat, you guys eat. " Zhou Qingfeng stood up and shouted happily to his men, "As long as this war is over, I promise that all of you will have a house to live in, women to give birth to children for you, and slaves to plow the fields for you. Fight well and kill those Jianzhou bastards. "
As if listening to a holy voice, the upstarts laughed bitterly like savages, but they were dreaming of being superior. Jia Gang followed behind Zhou Qingfeng and glanced at the slaves with disdain. In his heart, he deeply admired Zhou Qingfeng's command skills. Last night, the situation was so bad, but Zhou Qingfeng was still able to stabilize it. It was all because of his mouth.
How many people did he trick to die?
Now that Zhou Qingfeng had finished eating, he was also muttering, "I won't go into battle casually in the future. A commander should stay in the position of a commander. I can't just cut people with a knife. Training soldiers is for them to go into battle and fight for their lives. I can't pity their lives too much. "
Hearing that Zhou Qingfeng actually had the face to say "pity", Jia Gang criticized him from behind. "When did you pity them? You don't pity them at all, okay? How many of the original 500 people in the stronghold are still alive? "
"At least half of them are alive." Zhou Qingfeng scratched his head. He used the slave soldiers scattered around to form a military network to collect information. His control of the entire stronghold was definitely better than Bakhai's. Now that the war was calm, he ran to the edge of the stronghold with Jia Gang and looked out at the mountains, the river, and the open space outside.
Jia Gang also quietly came up and asked, "Where do you think Chu Ying and Mangurtai's men are now?"
Zhou Qingfeng's stronghold was almost in ruins, but the expected battle between Chu Ying and Jianzhou had yet to happen. There were many corpses inside and outside the stronghold, and a large number of uncontrollable zombies were wandering around. The ground was covered with black blood and scattered swords and spears. The broken limbs gave off a strong stench, attracting the eagles in the sky.
The stronghold was damaged to a certain extent inside and outside. Some places were violently dismantled, and some buildings were burned to ashes. It looked very desolate and miserable, shocking to the eye.
The Yin Thunder, which was the punishment of the blood sacrifice, was still shrouding Herkulun. Logically speaking, Chu Ying should be suffering under the lightning that kept flashing. But no one could guarantee that there would not be a mistake. After all, after at least two blood sacrifices, Chu Ying's strength should be shocking.
"I can't guess Chu Ying, but Mangurtai should be hiding in the forest not far from our stronghold." Zhou Qingfeng pointed at the trees under the sun. "I think this guy can't hold on any longer."
"Why?" Jia Gang was shocked. "Can't hold on" did not mean that he wanted to escape, but to fight.
"The Jianzhou soldiers who attacked our stronghold have no food to eat. Do you think Mangurtai, who is hiding in the wilderness, will have food to eat? Unless Hwang Tae-gil can think of a way to support him, he will either attack directly or take the initiative to attack Herkulun. "Zhou Qingfeng frowned and thought for a while." We should go. "
"Now?"
"Yes." Zhou Qingfeng answered. "I'll mobilize the slave soldiers in the stronghold to attack the Jianzhou soldiers. They don't have many people left. If Mangurtai doesn't want all his efforts to go to waste, he has to act quickly. Once the attack starts, we'll sneak away. "
"What about Grand Concubine Abahai?"
"Let her stay in the cellar."
Once Zhou Qingfeng made up his mind, he immediately used the military formation to contact his subordinates scattered throughout the stronghold. To boost their morale, he made all sorts of empty promises and drove them to fight Ba Zhai and the other beasts.
When the battle started, Zhou Qingfeng immediately escaped with Jia Gang. When he was repairing the stronghold, he had dug a few short, shallow tunnels for escape at critical moments. He sneaked out of the stronghold and sneaked into the nearby river bend. To reduce the number of targets, he did not even bring any attendants with him. He just rode the puppet goat and hid in the water grass in the river bend.
The battle in the stronghold was getting more and more intense. Ba Zhai and the others were indeed at the end of their rope. Their physical strength was almost exhausted, and they could not withstand the continuous attacks of the slave soldiers in the stronghold. The slaves did not think that they were very scary. They were still hoping to use their heads to get promoted and make a fortune.
If Ba Zhai and the others were all dead, Mangurtai and Hwang Tae-gil's plan would all be in vain. They had no other choice but to retreat as soon as possible. Zhou Qingfeng, who was hiding in the river, held his breath and waited patiently … He did not wait long before there was a sudden movement in the direction of Hekulun.
A demonic beast roared with all its might from the west of the city.
It was the gigantic Earth Dragon.
Zhou Qingfeng's mind worked quickly. He could not see the situation in the west of the city, but he immediately made a judgment. It was Hwang Tae-gil. That guy must have realized Mangurtai's predicament and was trying to attract Chu Ying's attention.
It was a feint.
The Yin thunder on the top of the city wall was moving, moving quickly to the west. It looked like Chu Ying had been staying in the city and was rushing to the battle.
What about the stronghold?
Zhou Qingfeng really wanted to jump out of the water grass and fly to the sky to see what was happening around him. When he looked up at the sky, he found that there really was a bird flying in the sky. He instinctively felt that he would be seen by the bird, so he quickly held his breath and shrunk back into the water.
The bird circled around Zhou Qingfeng's stronghold a few times, and finally landed in a nearby forest. After landing, there was no movement, which made him wonder if his judgment was wrong.
"What's going on?"
"What is Mangurtai thinking?"
"Did Chu Ying really go to fight Hwang Tae-gil?"
All kinds of thoughts came one after another, making Zhou Qingfeng's mind so messed up that it was about to explode. Just as he was racking his brains, the forest that he had once suspected suddenly shook — the trees swayed, the weeds fell, and the ground began to tremble. A military formation of more than three hundred people came out from it.
Compared to Zhou Qingfeng's formation of ten people, this military formation was much tighter, thicker, and more powerful. Every military officer in the military formation had their own duties, keeping the troops in good order, dignified, and imposing.
This military formation advanced very quickly, and in less than a quarter of an hour, all of them killed their way out of the forest, approaching Zhou Qingfeng's stronghold. Just as Zhou Qingfeng wanted to see what Mangurtai looked like, a thick fog of blood suddenly appeared in Ekulen City, which was across the river. In the fog, the walls and houses collapsed, and the sound of horse hooves could be heard.
Amidst the blood, hundreds of elite cavalrymen soared into the sky, leaped over the city walls, and stepped on the river outside the city, ignoring all obstacles along the way, and directly killed their way to the front of Mangurtai's military formation. The leading general of the cavalry was extremely tall, surrounded by blood and qi, and his power was ostentatious. Zhou Qingfeng did not even need to use his Third Eye to see that it was an illusion of a ball of flames, and in the flames was a terrifying skeleton.
Mangurtai did not expect to see such a thing. He quickly adjusted his military formation, and at the same time, shouted at the skeleton that was rushing over, "Chu Ying, are you crazy? How did you turn yourself into this? "
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