kingnovel Chapter 1074: City Breaking and Melee, Cavalry Attacking the Camp
Chapter 1074: City Breaking and Melee, Cavalry Attacking the Camp
The western wall originally had only a handful of soldiers stationed there, most of whom had been redeployed by Ke Bineng to support defenses in other directions. While commanding the battle, Xu Huang, with his keen battlefield insight, quickly noticed that the majority of those on the city walls were women and children. Realizing that an opportunity had emerged, he decisively ordered a full-scale assault.
Instantly, the situation in the southwest erupted into a tense situation. The Han army surged toward the city walls like a tide. The women and children on the ramparts resisted with a determination to the death, but they seemed so small and helpless against the well-trained and well-equipped Han troops. Shouts and cries of killing mingled, and the southwest city wall was in imminent danger.
To the east, although Kebi could mobilize all 3,000 of his remaining warriors to resist the attack of Murong Xuepo's elite troops led by Suhe and Wulihan, the disparity in strength between the two sides was too great, and these 3,000 men were simply unable to stop the enemy's ferocious attack. In desperation, they could only rely on the women and children who continuously poured onto the city walls to fill the gaps in their defenses. However, such resistance was undoubtedly like an egg against a rock, and the losses were extremely heavy.
Blood flowed freely in the drizzle, staining the city walls a shocking crimson, resembling a battlefield. Women and children fell one after another, their bodies becoming casualties of this brutal war. Amidst this tragic situation, Sukh and Ulihan led their troops to the top of the city walls, where they engaged in fierce hand-to-hand combat with the defenders.
At this moment, Ordo City, both east and west, was in dire straits. The atmosphere within the city was oppressive to the extreme, as if doomsday were approaching. Kebi Neng, observing this bloody scene, was filled with grief, indignation, and helplessness, yet he continued to wield his long sword, stubbornly resisting, trying to secure a glimmer of hope for his people.
After Ulihan and Sukhe stormed onto the city walls, they were like tigers among a flock of sheep, brandishing their swords with ferocious force, splashing blood wherever they went. Their coordinated attack was seamless, their eyes connecting and their intent catching each other as they charged towards the most crucial enemy figures. Soon, they had locked onto Tarim.
Tarim watched his comrades fall one by one, his heart pounding with rage. He gripped his scimitar tightly, his eyes gleaming with determination as he faced Ulihan and Sukhe alone. Ulihan roared, taking the lead, his longsword raised high, and slashed at Tarim with tremendous force. Tarim dodged the blow and stabbed Ulihan in the waist. Sukhe, seeing this, stumbled and attacked from the side, his longsword spitting like a venomous snake, aiming for Tarim's throat. Tarim quickly withdrew his scimitar to block Sukhe's attack, but this left his back vulnerable. Ulihan seized the opportunity and kicked Tarim in the back, sending him stumbling forward. Before he could regain his balance, Ulihan and Sukhe simultaneously thrust their longswords, one on each side, piercing Tarim's body. Tarim's eyes widened, he let out an unwilling roar, and then fell heavily into a pool of blood.
Kebi Neng witnessed Tarim's death and was heartbroken, but he knew the situation was hopeless and the city walls could no longer be defended. He gritted his teeth and turned to retreat towards the city, fighting as he went. His long sword had long been bent, and he was wounded in many places, but he still resisted stubbornly, and every swing of his sword was filled with endless grief, anger, and determination.
Murong Xuepo saw his men successfully capture the city walls, and cheers erupted from the camp. However, before the cheers died down, they heard a similar roar from the west side of the city walls. Xu Huang and his men had taken advantage of the weak defenses on the southwest wall and charged in, successfully capturing it.
Seeing that the city wall had been breached, Murong Xuepo's eyes flashed with ecstasy. He drew the scimitar from his waist without hesitation, raised it high, and urged at the top of his voice: "Charge in! We can't let them seize the initiative!" With his order, the leaders of the eight or nine small tribes who had been following the Ulihan army also led their 30,000 troops and rushed towards the city like a tide.
At this moment, Xu Huang, the first to charge into the city, led the elite Han army, advancing with impunity. Each battle-hardened soldier, their eyes shone with cold determination, ready to kill anyone they encountered, leaving a trail of blood and gore wherever they went. The Han army's swords flashed and flickered, each swing accompanied by the enemy's screams and splattering blood, a terrifying display of combat prowess.
Ulihan and Sukh pursued Kebi Neng with unwavering determination, like two ferocious wolves clutching their prey. Despite his desperate situation, Kebi Neng fought with all his might, his weapon wielding with such force that it sent gusts of wind whistling in the wind. A thrilling battle ensued between the three of them through the narrow streets of the city. Ulihan, agile and swift, swung his longsword with lightning speed. Kebi Neng dodged sideways, only to be forced to guard against Sukh's fatal blow from the other side. In the fierce exchange, Ulihan seized an opening and, with a sudden burst of force, plunged his longsword into Kebi Neng's body. Kebi Neng uttered a painful groan and slowly fell. Ulihan decapitated his head and held it aloft, shouting aloud as he celebrated his victory.
However, just as Wulihan and Suhe were immersed in the joy of victory, still recovering from the excitement of killing Kebineng, they encountered Xu Huang's troops. Wulihan and Suhe were momentarily confused. After all, they had not yet received Murong Xuepo's orders. They were hesitant about whether to attack the Han army and were about to say something.
Xu Huang and Shao Ge, however, showed no hesitation. With their eyes wide open, they suddenly raised their axes and charged towards Wulihan and Sukhe like tigers descending from the mountains. The axe blades whirred and swung with such force that it seemed as if they were about to cleave everything in sight in two.
Wulihan and Suhe were caught off guard by this sudden attack. Wulihan's eyes widened in disbelief, and his eyes instantly turned red. He shouted, "What are you doing? Aren't we allies?"
Xu Huang curled up the corner of his mouth in a sneer and shouted: "Ally? Who the hell is your ally? Today I will let you taste the power of my grandfather's axe!" After that, he chopped down the axe in his hand fiercely.
Wulihan and Sukhe were forced to hastily engage. Unprepared, they faced the ferocious onslaught of Xu Huang and Shao Ge, their formation in disarray and suffering heavy losses. As they struggled, wounds mounted, and blood streamed through the cracks in their armor, staining the ground beneath their feet a deep crimson. The surrounding soldiers joined in the melee, their cries of killing and screams mingling, the battlefield thick with the scent of blood.
At that moment, the leaders of the smaller tribes that had followed closely behind also charged in. They saw a chaotic battle between the Han army and Murong Xuepo's army. A quick glance passed between the leaders, and they instantly understood the situation, realizing it was time to deliver a fatal blow. Without hesitation, they drew their weapons, shouting and charging towards Murong Xuepo's army led by Wulihan and Suhe.
Ulihan and Suhe were struggling to resist Xu Huang's attack when they suddenly saw the leader of a small tribe leading troops towards them from the rear. Ulihan immediately showed a ferocious smile on his face and shouted at Xu Huang: "Hmph, our reinforcements have arrived, you just wait to die!" Suhe also felt a surge of joy in his heart, as if he saw the dawn of victory.
However, the next moment, their smiles froze on their faces. The 30,000 men charging forward with such force had unhesitatingly wielded their butcher knives against them. Ulihan and Sukh couldn't believe their eyes, disbelief written all over their faces. But the battlefield was changing so rapidly that they had no time to react.
Xu Huang seized this opportune moment and, along with the troops of these smaller tribal leaders, surrounded the armies of Wulihan and Sukhe on both sides, launching a ruthless assault. The cries of killing were deafening, and the flashes of swords and sabers were incessant. The sudden onslaught threw Wulihan and Sukhe's armies into disarray, their ranks falling one after another, their blood gushing into the streets.
Wulihan and Suhe fought desperately, trying to break free from the encirclement, but surrounded by enemies on all sides, their struggles seemed futile. Xu Huang swung his axe, each blow carrying immense force, forcing Wulihan back repeatedly. Meanwhile, the troops of the smaller tribal leaders were relentless, steadily squeezing their living space from the other side. Under this brutal stranglehold, the army led by Wulihan and Suhe gradually fell into a desperate situation, and the scales of fate began to tilt against them.
At the same time, when Xu Huang and Shao Ge successfully attacked the city wall and the sound of killing was deafening in the city, Ma Chao, Zhang Liao and Zhang Xiu had quietly led the Western Liang cavalry and swept towards Murong Xuepo's headquarters camp like a black torrent.
The Xiliang Iron Cavalry were all sturdy and skilled riders. The horses beneath them neighed, as if sensing the tension of the coming battle. Ma Chao led the way, his spear tip flashing with an icy light, his eyes gleaming with determination and courage. He shouted loudly to boost morale: "My men, follow me! Today we must crush Murong Xuepo's camp!"
Zhang Liao and Zhang Xiu followed closely behind, each leading their own troops, fanning out in a fan-shaped formation. Zhang Liao's expression was stern, his long sword tightly gripped, ready to engage the enemy at any moment; Zhang Xiu's eyes were like a hawk, closely watching the movements of the camp, searching for the perfect moment to attack.
At Murong Xuepo's main camp, most of its elite troops had been dispatched to attack the city. The few remaining soldiers were already few, and faced with the overwhelming force of the Western Liang cavalry, their formation was immediately thrown into disarray. Bugles blew hastily in the camp, attempting to rally the troops for resistance, but all seemed futile.
The Xiliang cavalry charged unscathed, swiftly breaking through the main camp's defenses. Ma Chao speared a blocked enemy soldier and shouted, "Show no mercy! Kill them!" The cavalry responded, brandishing their weapons and engaging in a fierce battle with the enemy. For a moment, the camp was filled with shouts and screams, flames shot up into the sky, and thick smoke billowed.
Murong Xuepo's remaining soldiers were forced to retreat under the fierce attacks of the Western Liang cavalry. However, they refused to give in and fought desperately, trying to buy time for the main siege force to return. However, Ma Chao and his men would not give them any chance. They commanded the Western Liang cavalry to continuously penetrate and charge, throwing the enemy camp into chaos.