diskusbooks Chapter 509 Attacking the Jinyang Army
Chapter 509 Attacking the Jinyang Army
Before the night had completely faded, Yuwen Zhou and Amir led the team, quietly moving forward in the dark like ghosts, taking advantage of the last darkness before dawn.
There was silence all around, with only the soldiers' steady and suppressed footsteps, which sounded like drumbeats in the silent night, beating everyone's heart.
The team advanced cautiously. When they were approaching the enemy camp, the eastern sky was already turning pale, covering the earth with a hazy veil.
At this moment, the scout who had gone to gather intelligence hurried over, knelt on one knee, and reported anxiously:
"Captain, we have obtained accurate information. The Jin army's food and fodder are stored behind their camp, while the Shangdang army's food and fodder are in the center of the camp."
When Yuwen Zhou heard this, his eyes flickered. He made a prompt decision and turned to Amir and said:
"Amir, there's no time to lose. We should split into two groups and attack the enemy's food supply. We must attack with courage and retreat immediately after seizing the food supply. Each of us should carry two bags of food."
Amir understood and replied seriously, "I understand! But when we retreat, I'm afraid we'll need to leave someone behind to prevent the enemy from pursuing us."
Yuwen Zhou thought for a moment and said decisively, "There's no need to keep anyone here. Grab the food and fodder and immediately evacuate. Set fire to any food and fodder that can't be taken away. This way, the enemy will not only lose their food and fodder, but their formation will also be thrown into disarray."
Amir nodded in agreement. "That's a brilliant idea. Let's proceed as planned. When the enemy begins to eat, we'll attack them simultaneously."
The two men's eyes met, and they understood each other's thoughts. Then they each led their teams, like two black giant pythons, quietly sneaking in different directions.
Yuwen Zhou led the team, aiming directly at Wang Biqing's camp, while Amir led another group of people and quickly rushed towards Yunyi's camp.
At this time, the sky was just getting light, and everything in the world was still shrouded in a faint morning mist.
As long as the team does not make any noise when moving, it is indeed difficult to be noticed.
After all, in this era, people's eyesight is poor due to limited living conditions. If they spend a night, their eyes will be exhausted and it will be difficult to see what is happening in the distance.
Yuwen Zhou's troops lay in ambush silently five hundred steps away from the military camp. The soldiers crawled on the ground like cheetahs, their eyes fixed on the camp in front of them. They didn't dare to breathe and waited attentively for the order to attack.
After a while, smoke rose from the camp and the aroma of food wafted across the air, stimulating the sense of smell of the slave soldiers lying in ambush outside.
Many of them hadn't eaten much the previous night, as food was already scarce. They came here today with only one strong thought in mind: to grab food.
Their leader had said long ago that as long as they could grab some food today, they would have a good meal at noon.
They also heard that the food of the Great Zhou army contained delicious bacon and dried vegetables, which tasted amazing when cooked together.
This made their stomachs rumble involuntarily, and they became more and more eager for the food-grabbing operation to begin.
About half an hour later, the sky finally brightened completely, and the morning light illuminated the earth.
The loud call for dinner came from the camp, which was particularly clear in the quiet morning.
Yuwen Zhou looked up and saw the soldiers on guard looking into the camp from time to time, their eyes full of desire for food, obviously they were hungry.
Even some soldiers on the watchtower began to rest and take turns on duty, and the entire camp seemed to be immersed in a relaxed atmosphere.
Yuwen Zhou felt that the time was ripe. He narrowed his eyes slightly, observing the movements around him, and said in a low and powerful voice: "Let's go!"
This short word, like a military order, was quickly passed among the soldiers.
In an instant, the team that was originally lurking began to move.
At first, they crouched down and moved forward cautiously, trying not to make any noise.
However, as they got closer to the camp, their movements became faster and their steps became more hurried.
"There is an enemy attack!" Finally, the sentries on the Jinyang army's watchtower discovered the approaching troops, and they shouted loudly in fear.
At this time, Yuwen Zhou's team was still three hundred steps away from the camp, and the sentry's call clearly reached their ears.
Immediately afterwards, the rapid sound of gongs and drums was heard in the camp. The sound echoed in the early morning air, like an alarm bell, instantly breaking the tranquility of the camp.
"Kill!" The slaves led by Yuwen Zhou shouted in unison, their voices resounding through the sky.
They quickened their pace and rushed forward recklessly like a tiger descending a mountain.
For a moment, dust was flying, and a team of 50,000 people rushed towards the camp like a swarm of locusts, lined up in a row, with a magnificent momentum.
The scene seemed as if the earth was shaking with their footsteps.
The soldiers of the Jinyang Army who had not yet arrived in time felt a surge of fear in their hearts when they saw such a huge formation, and their legs became weak and trembled involuntarily.
At this time, as long as one person takes the lead in escaping, it will probably trigger a chain reaction in an instant, causing more people to follow suit and flee.
However, they didn't have time to think. The dark shadows in the distance quickly grew larger, and the enemy was already close at hand. Fear was replaced by the instinct of survival. They could only grit their teeth, grab their weapons, and bravely prepare for battle.
The Yuwen Zhou soldiers rushing in the front held bows and arrows tightly in their hands.
They slowed down slightly, raised their bows steadily, aimed at the enemies in front, and then shot with force.
In an instant, arrows flew like raindrops, accompanied by the sound of whistling wind, and shot towards the Jinyang army.
Many Jin soldiers who had no time to dodge were shot by arrows and fell down, screaming in pain.
"Quick, archers!" A general in the Jin army shouted loudly, trying to organize an effective counterattack.
The scattered archers hurriedly raised their bows and arrows and shot towards the enemy.
However, compared with Yuwen Zhou's tidal rain of arrows, they seemed a little weak.
"Hurry, charge faster, the arrows won't reach you!" Someone in Yuwen Zhou's team shouted loudly in different languages.
Most of these people were soldiers who had just been converted from slaves. They were once prisoners of the Great Zhou army.
At this moment, at the critical moment of life and death, no one cares about each other's identity.
Under the pressure of the spears behind them, they could only rush forward desperately. Anyone who dared to fall behind might be stabbed in the back.
They didn't even dare to look back. All they had in their eyes was the camp ahead and the tempting food, and they rushed forward with all their might.
Finally, this torrent-like team rushed into the military camp, and a fierce battle broke out instantly.
Yuwen Zhou, who was following closely behind, finally saw the fighting scene in front of him when he was still a hundred steps away from the camp.
Perhaps because of the sneak attack, the battlefield became one-sided.
Or perhaps it was the slaves' immensely powerful momentum when they charged that psychologically intimidated Jinyang's army.
Although Wang Biqing fought hard, she only held out for less than a quarter of an hour before being beaten back.
No matter how hard he shouted, he could not organize an effective counterattack on this chaotic battlefield.
Seeing the situation getting worse, and knowing that if they continued like this, they would only end up in failure, Wang Biqing had no choice but to grit her teeth and shout, "Retreat!"
At this moment, saving your own life is the most important thing.