"Puff puff puff puff~"

Jundushan Camp, a sharp spear poked out from behind the fence of the camp. The cold spear ruthlessly pierced into the chests and abdomen of Xianbei soldiers. The red blood shot out along the pulled spear like a fountain. The blood flowed down the pillars of the fence. The ground around the fence had been stained dark red by the seemingly endless blood~

The Xianbei warrior threw the sword in his hand through the gap in the fence with a ferocious expression.

"Du~"

The cold sword hit the wooden shield hard, and a dull sound was scared. The huge force made the Han army soldiers holding the wooden shield tremble, and the arms holding the wooden shield almost lost consciousness.

Seeing that the near-death blow failed to cause damage to the enemy, the Xianbei warrior's eyes gradually dimmed, and his burly body fell to the ground, turning into one of the countless cold corpses, but more Xianbei warriors rushed towards the fence while stepping on the corpses of their companions.

The long ladder was constantly pushed down by the soldiers guarding the village wall, but it was soon put up again. The arrow clusters representing death on both sides never stopped. However, there were too many Xianbei people coming to attack this time, and Ye Zhao left only three soldiers to guard the camp, one thousand two hundred people. Even though he had prepared in advance and gave up a large number of empty camps, he still felt a little helpless when facing at least five times the enemy.

Zhao Rong looked at the battle situation in front of him with a disguise expression. The Xianbei people kept trying to climb over the fence, but were constantly killed and chased down the long ladder. The Xianbei people were constantly dying in battle, but the Han soldiers guarding the camp were also constantly dying. Although the number of casualties between the two sides was not equal, the Xianbei troops in front of him were definitely the strongest one that Zhao Rong had encountered after joining the army.

Not only because these Xianbei people were quite organized in fighting, they reduced their losses, but more importantly, their momentum was very different from the previous scattered soldiers and brave men.

They are not afraid of death, and the death of their companions cannot bring them too much shock. They have a clear purpose. Every attack is to pave the way for subsequent attacks. In order to achieve their goals, they even pave the way with the lives of soldiers.

Although most of the ethnic groups on the grassland believe in wolves, this Xianbei army, which is as fierce and fearless as a pack of wolves, is only such Xianbei troops in the Tan Shihuai era during Zhao Rong's military career.

"Woooooooooooooo~"

The battle lasted for three hours until the sound of desolate trumpet sounded, after the Xianbei people dropped thousands of corpses, the general attack was once again disintegrated by Zhao Rong and began to retreat slowly.

Many soldiers guarding the camp secretly breathed a sigh of relief when they saw this. After so many years of guarding the border, it was said that this was the first time that this Xianbei unit could put pressure on them.

Looking at the Xianbei people who were retreating like a tide, Zhao Rong was still expressionless, but he felt relieved in his heart.

"How are our army's casualties?" After confirming that the Xianbei people retreated, Zhao Rong turned his head and looked at the army Sima beside him.

"It's more than two hundred people. This Xianbei team is not simple. The last charge was almost broken by them." Military Sima bowed and said.

The war loss of nearly one to four is also a high war loss in recent years between the border troops fighting against the Hu people outside the Frontier. With a strong camp, it is not that their soldiers are weak, but that this Xianbei team is too strong. You must know that in the past, when they occupied the geographical advantage, the Xianbei people they attacked could reach a war loss of one to twelve. Unexpectedly, there was such a team among the Xianbei people. What's even more terrifying is that such a team was less than a hundred miles away from the Military Capital Mountain Camp. Just thinking about it, many generals felt a little scared.

Ke Bineng!

He silently recited the name in his heart and remembered it in his heart. Zhao Rong turned around and looked at everyone and said, "Send the injured soldiers to be treated immediately, send people to clean up the surrounding camp, search for the land to bury the corpses, and send more sentries to the enemy. Don't let the enemy have an opportunity to take advantage of it!"

"Here!"

"General, why don't we call back the ambush we hid in the dark, now there are only two people here. If we continue to fight like this, I'm afraid that my camp will be in danger of overthrowing in less than five days!" A military Sima suggested.

After hesitating for a while, Zhao Rong shook his head and said, "No need for now. Our army has suffered a lot of losses, but the enemy has lost more. If you want to add our army's Dushan camp, you have to see how many lives he has to add! Order people to repair defenses and strengthen the village walls, so as not to make mistakes."

"Here!" After bowing to the order, the generals and officials said goodbye and left.

At the same time, ten miles away from the Jundushan Camp, the Xianbei people who gathered again began to set up camps and count the losses.

Ke Bi Neng sat in the tent of the commander, hammered his legs with a little numbness, looked into the direction of the military mountain camp from afar, shook his head and sighed: "The combat power of the Han army seems to be much stronger than before. As far as I know, Ye Zhao has clearly taken away the main force. The left-behind Han generals can actually block our six thousand warriors here with this little force!"

The troops of Kebineng tribe were trained by Kebineng according to the military tactics of the Han people. Not to mention the combat power, just speaking of discipline, it is far from comparable to any tribe on the grassland or even the elite of the royal court. But even so, even if the troops are far superior to the other party, they are still repelled by the Han army, which makes Kebineng somewhat frustrated.

"Chief, don't increase the ambition of others. Those Han people will only dare to hide in a strong camp to confront our army. If they are pulled out to fight to the death, hey, my six thousand warriors will be able to flatten them in a short time!" A tribe leader said unconvinced.

"That's right, my Xianbei warriors have never been afraid of any enemies on the grassland, even the Han people!" Although Ke Bi Neng didn't think that if he really pulled out and fought, he could easily defeat the Han army as the leader said, there was no need to say anything discouraging to affect morale at this time.

"Brother Guijin, how many people have we lost today?" Ke Bi Neng did not continue to be entangled on this topic, and turned his head to look at Guijintu.

"They seemed to have been prepared for a long time. Today, they lost thousands of warriors." Qi Jintu said with some discomfort. The grassland is incomparable to the Central Plains. Even if the Xianbei people are added together, if the number of people is compared, it may not be even comparable to the wealthier counties in Youzhou. The war losses of thousands of people will be filled in quickly among the Han army, but for them, it is enough to make them feel distressed.

Ke Bieneng's mouth twitched violently, sighed, shook his head and said, "It's my fault. He shouldn't have informed Ye Zhao at the beginning. Now that I think about it, I'm afraid that he would be prepared if he saw the clues at that time."

"What should I do now?" Go to Jintu and look at Ke Bineng.
Chapter completed!