Several soldiers broke through the formation and rushed to Meng Ao's side. Meng Ao turned his spear and one of them flew out. The remaining force continued to hit the second soldier, knocking him staggering; The spear retracted and then extended like a poisonous snake spitting a message, and it was picked on the chest of the third soldier, and he opened his chest in one go, causing blood to fly. The surrounding Zhao troops caught up and blocked the gap.
At this time, a large number of arrows flew from the hillside, shooting down one after another Zhao Jun outside the wall. Meng Ao also commanded the archers to shoot at targeted Zhao soldiers who were fighting heroes. Under attacks from inside and outside, Zhao Jun's resistance was gradually overcome. Zhao Jun fell one by one. In the end, only a dozen strong warriors were left, holding a shield in one hand and a short halberd in the other, forming a circle to trap the beast. fight. All the Qin soldiers were covered in blood and surrounded these dozen people.
Meng Ao suddenly asked: "Are you willing to return to your lord?"
Meng Ao's sudden question shocked both parties. A warrior said angrily: "My lord has passed away, and I am so lucky to have him buried underground!"
Meng Ao said: "You can release your troops and take your lord to the burial place!"
The warrior was stunned for a while and asked, "Why do I trust you?"
Meng Ao said: "When I take your head, it's like turning over my palms and ears. Why should I deceive you? You will die soon when you return. How can you do it now?" He immediately ordered: "Withdraw the siege!" The people immediately withdrew from all sides. Turning to Meng Ao's side, he still pointed his weapons and arrows at them.
After a stalemate for a while, there seemed to be a whisper of discussion, and a warrior said: "We release our troops, life or death depends on the doctor!" More than a dozen people all put down their shields and halberds and stood aside. Meng Ao said: "Lead him back to find his master!"
A doctor took the initiative and took the group of warriors outside the camp gate. In a place where flesh and blood lay everywhere, a dozen people dug out Zhao Meng from the crowd. Because the shooting distance was too close, many arrows penetrated his body and his blood had solidified. A warrior saluted and said, "I would like to have a tree as a burden."
Meng Ao asked them to return their two short halberds. They also did not take off their spear heads. Several people took off their clothes and tied them into a stretcher. Zhao Meng was placed on the stretcher and four people carried it. People on both sides followed, heading down the mountain.
The Zhao army camp at the foot of the mountain was already an empty camp. The Qin army occupied it effortlessly and set it on fire.
Meng Ao ordered the Qin army to shout loudly: "General Zhao is dead, all camps should retreat!"
Zhao Meng's warriors looked up and Zhao Meng's body walked slowly past. Crossing the military camp occupied by the Qin army, headed towards Zhao Kuo's camp on the opposite mountain.
Li Bing personally led the Qin army who had changed defenses to the top of the mountain to listen to the official's introduction of today's battle. Seeing that the camp fence was full of arrows, Li Bing said: "This shows the urgency of the war!" The official praised Meng Ao's contribution, but Meng Ao interrupted and asked him to ignore it. Li Bing was stunned when he heard that they had killed ten thousand generals of the Zhao army. When he heard that they had sent him back to the Zhao camp, Li Bing said, "We have failed a lot!" Meng Ao said, "If we want to win General Zhao, we will have to kill ten thousand generals. How unreasonable!"
Li Bing said: "What do you mean?"
Meng Ao said: "With one rank, I can get more than ten camps. I can descend the grain mountain and capture the Zhao army!"
Li Bing said: "Where is his camp?"
Meng Ao pointed to the foot of the mountain and said: "These camps must retreat! But we can attack Liang Mountain."
After fighting hard for a day, each battalion welcomed the troops who were changing their defenses. They left the camp fence and went down the mountain to rest. Those battalions that had made great achievements were very excited; while those battalions that had not gained much military exploits were a little disappointed. But everyone is immersed in today's memories.
Li Bing was very happy. Not to mention anything else, the number of heads he captured alone reached thousands. If another ten thousand people were killed...
After counting the results, he immediately sent someone to report to Bai Qi, and also reported to Wang Ling. Now the scope of the battlefield is very narrow, and basically everyone can see the fighting everywhere. Wang Ling and Bai Qi both approved Li Bing's report and ordered Li Bing to report the list of meritorious soldiers and send them back to Xianyang, where they would be rewarded according to the law.
Meng Ao did not stop, and asked Li Bing to order the swordsmen to prepare five hundred archers, and from tomorrow night, they would continuously harass the battalions stationed in Liangshan.
That night, all the camps under Zhao Meng broke out, burned their own camp fences, and moved to nearby camps... Ten thousand people were going to be killed, and all ten thousand people under Zhao Meng were guilty. They were punished as slaves and served in each camp. Labor service is no longer the identity of a soldier.
Zhao Kuo didn't know whether he was happy or sad. One general died, and an army of ten thousand men was destroyed. This was undoubtedly a huge defeat. But compared to winning this battle, Zhao Kuo seemed to prefer a big defeat in his heart, which could at least temporarily conceal the fact that there was no food in Liangshan.
He personally scrubbed Zhao Meng's body and broke the arrows on his body one by one. They were glued together with his flesh and blood and could not be pulled out. After cleaning the body, Zhao Kuo put a set of his clothes on Zhao Meng, handed Zhao Meng's bloody clothes to the warriors, and said: "But I have to retreat from Qin and return it to the general's palace!" Several warriors bowed down and worshiped. He fell to the ground and cried bitterly, almost bleeding from his forehead.
Naturally, there was no coffin in the military camp, not even the white cloth to wrap the corpse. Several warriors could only dig a hole under the back mountain and bury Zhao Meng. Zhao Kuo and tens of thousands of people who came after hearing the news will be buried later. After this simple funeral was completed, it was already time to set the ceremony. Zhao Kuo punished Zhao Meng's battalions and divided them into other armies.
Thousands of people would suggest whether to leave them where they were, but Zhao Kuo did not agree. He knew that Zhao Meng's elite troops had been completely lost in the day's battle, and the remaining troops were all stragglers. Without strict control, they would have failed more than they succeeded. Breaking them up is the best way.
During the day today, except for Zhao Meng who fought to the death, only the Qin army counterattacked on Danzhu Ridge, but was repelled by the Zhao army. Zhao Kuo sat in front of the big tent and witnessed these two battles with his own eyes. In both battles, the attacker lost and the defender won.
Since the entire army had been ordered to eat only one and a half meals, the smoke from the evening routine no longer rose. The Mid-Autumn Festival has passed, the weather is getting colder, and there is no food in the belly. The soldiers feel hungry and cold, and the bonfires are brightly lit. A retainer quietly took out a bowl of cold porridge and asked Zhao Kuo to drink it to satisfy his hunger. Zhao Kuo let out a long sigh and said, "If I don't fight, how can I eat twice? I hope you won't be given more!"
The retainer said: "The general is responsible for an army, how can he be treated like a lowly soldier?"
Zhao Kuo said: "Wu Zi has the same food and clothing as the meanest soldiers, so he is invincible in every battle. I can't do it, but I'm willing to imitate it! Don't say any more, or betray my heart. This porridge can be used during the eclipse of the sun, but it cannot be discarded. ." The retainer brought the porridge back with tears in his eyes.
Zhao Kuo sat alone in front of the tent, looking at the mountains to the west, thinking about the dark future with almost no end in sight. He even thought that if, like Zhao Meng, he rushed into battle and was shot to death by random arrows, it would be over. But before leaving, King Zhao gave a secret instruction: "You must use less than a month's food for two months. When the autumn harvest is completed, I will send a large army to rescue you!" It's not even a month yet! There are still more than two months... Zhao Kuo closed his eyes in pain.
Wang Ling tentatively attacked the camp fence that was lost yesterday twice during the day. He found that there was no gap to take advantage of, so he gave up. From here, you can clearly see the scene of Zhao Jun's strong attack on Nanshan. The fierceness of Zhao Jun's offensive and the dense rain of arrows were beyond the imagination of Wang Ling. But even so, the Zhao army failed to capture the Qin army's barracks with continuous strong attacks, which made Wang Ling a little scared. Seeing Zhao Jun's last stand under the sunset, Wang Ling stood in awe, but also had lingering fears: If he had to conquer the camp fence in front of him, would he end up like this?
Unlike the Zhao army in Nanshan who attacked from below, Wang Ling had a condescending advantage. Despite this, Wang Ling's attack was still not going smoothly. He estimated that if he wanted to attack by force, he would have to continuously consume the defenders' strength. This could mean one-on-one, or even two-on-one casualties, more loss than gain. Wang Ling believed that if he sent troops to harass the Zhao army on the basis of a solid defense, the results would be greater, because he occupied the commanding heights and could see every move of the Zhao army halfway down the mountain. If there was a confrontation, the Qin army would have the advantage. He planned to keep his plan secret. But at night, he received a report from Li Bing that Nanshan's defensive operations had achieved great results, beheading more than a thousand people and causing countless casualties. Wang Ling hesitated again: Not only did his side not have any outstanding military exploits, but it also suffered considerable losses, and the result could not even be considered a "even" victory. It would be nice to think of a way to annihilate the Zhao army in large numbers.
Wang Ling approved Li Bing's documents and reported to Bai Qi: "The northern part of Shicheng fought hard all day long and gained a lot. Now I have a good report, and I would like to tell you about it! There are people who have made meritorious deeds. Beidi Lieutenant Bing reported his documents. , in preparation for the reward. The Guanzhong army fought hard all day long, killing and wounding many people, and it will be completed in a few days. The army of the upper county has prepared its troops and horses in preparation for a battle. "
The military envoy walked around Shicheng and out of the East Ridge, and arrived at Bai Qi's tent on the hill. It was already midnight. Bai Qi had already gone to bed. The officer on duty received the battle report and arranged for the envoys to rest in the camp next to the big tent.
There are only five thousand soldiers here, and they are all Chu people; opposite him is the southern line camp where the Zhao army is most well-defended. The Qin and Zhao armies were only a few miles apart, and the loud voices in the opposite camp could be heard here. I don’t know why Bai Qi was so bold and dared to set up his tent in such a tiger’s mouth. The military envoy spent the whole night in anxiety.
Wang Lu has no fighting today. His troops fought several tough battles and suffered heavy losses. The seriously injured were all sent to Duanshi for treatment, and among the lightly wounded who were left behind, some had suppurating wounds and persistent fevers. Another batch was sent to Duanshi today. Now his army, including the lightly wounded, only numbers over 30,000. All day today, he visited each battalion, comforted the wounded, encouraged morale, and arranged for people to completely renovate the camp fences and trenches that had been destroyed by Zhao Kuo.
There is also a fist force hidden in the valley to the south: ten thousand swordsmen. This force was led by Sima Jin himself, and Wang Hao generally did not interfere. But there are some camp services there, and Wang Hao will be asked to send people over to help. Wang Lu is usually willing to help.
Today's battle on Nanshan Mountain was far away and Wang Hao couldn't see clearly, but he could still see the general process. The Zhao army's continuous strong attacks really made Wang Hao sweat; the Qin army did not panic at all under the attack of the superior enemy force, which also made him admire very much.
