Daqin Zhentiansi

Chapter 1123 Good job!

Four hundred wolves charged out of the woods and rushed down the hillside toward the right flank of the camp.

The right flank's defensive line has not yet been fully deployed.

Meng Yuan roared, "Shield formation! Right flank retreat!"

The heavy infantry hurriedly adjusted their formation, interlocking their shields to form a temporary defensive line on the right flank.

But before they could even get into position, the wolf pack charged at them.

"boom--!"

A particularly large demonic wolf crashed into Meng Yuan's shield, causing him to stumble back two steps before his heels sank into the mud to regain his balance.

The demonic wolf opened its blood-red maw and lunged at Meng Yuan's shoulder.

Meng Yuan dodged to the side, flipped the short knife in his left hand, and stabbed it upwards into the wolf's jaw.

The blade pierced its tongue and emerged from the top of its head.

The wolf let out a shrill howl, its four paws digging wildly at the ground, blood gushing from its mouth and splattering all over Meng Yuan.

Zhang Yuan could see it clearly from his vantage point.

The left flank was tied down by the wolf pack to the east, while the right flank's defensive line was not yet firmly established.

If the wolf pack on the west breaks through the right flank at this time, the entire camp will be torn open.

"Central Camp," Zhang Yuan said calmly, "circle around to the east and behind the wolf pack. Take out the ones on the east side first."

Han Zheng accepted the order.

His left arm was still wrapped in bandages, but he had already switched the scimitar to his left hand.

His light cavalry emerged from the woods south of the camp, their hooves wrapped in cloth, making almost no sound as they trod on the ground.

When the light cavalry emerged from the mountains and forests, the rear guard of the wolf pack to the east had not yet reacted.

The curved blade slashed down from behind.

The first strike landed on the back of a demon wolf's neck, severing its spine.

The wolf didn't even have time to howl before it collapsed limply to the ground.

Then came the second and third cuts.

The light cavalry, like a sharp knife, plunged straight in from the rear of the wolf pack, cutting the wolf pack's formation in half from the east.

The wolf pack to the east was attacked from both sides, and their formation was thrown into chaos.

The wolves in front were still charging at the shield formation, while the wolves behind had already scattered.

They were crammed together, trampling on each other, creating complete chaos.

Tuoba Tie seized the opportunity and led the left wing in a counterattack.

The heavy axe cleaved back and forth among the wolves, each strike taking the life of a demon wolf.

The spearmen flanked the wolves from both sides, squeezing them towards the center.

Caught in a pincer attack, more than half of the eight hundred demon wolves were killed or wounded, and the rest scattered.

The hillside was covered with wolf carcasses.

The grayish-brown fur was soaked in blood and turned dark red.

In the midst of the melee, Yan Qing finally unleashed his first strike.

Just as the light cavalry charged in from behind, a scattered wolf pounced on him from the side.

He didn't have time to think and instinctively swung his knife.

The knife was swung horizontally and struck the wolf's neck.

The feeling of the blade cutting into flesh was strange.

First, we encountered a layer of resistance.

Fur and skin.

Then the blade cut in and encountered something harder.

Muscles and bones.

He gritted his teeth and pressed down with all his might.

The blade sliced ​​open the wolf's throat, and blood gushed out, splattering all over his face.

The wolf fell to the ground, making gurgling sounds in its throat. It kicked its four legs a few times and then stopped moving.

Yan Qing stood beside the wolf's corpse, panting heavily.

His hand holding the knife was still trembling, but he didn't drop it.

Ayan ran over from the side, glanced at him, then looked at the demonic wolf on the ground, and grinned.

"Well done."

Yan Qing remained silent.

He watched the blood on the knife drip onto the ground, drop by drop.

In the afternoon, the third wave of attacks followed.

This time it's a group of fierce bulls with iron spines, attempting to force their way through from the middle.

The Iron-Spine Bull is nearly twice the size of an ordinary bull, with a shoulder height of almost ten feet and a weight exceeding three thousand catties. A row of iron-gray mane grows along its back.

The bristles were as stiff as steel needles.

The ox horns were thick and long, with the tips sharpened to the point of being as sharp as spears.

There aren't many wild bulls, only about fifty.

Each one was like a small mountain of flesh.

Their charge was incredibly powerful; when fifty bulls ran together, the ground trembled violently, and the rocks on the hillside were shaken up.

Their hoofbeats merged into a deep, rumbling sound, as if a thousand horses were galloping at the same time.

The soldiers in the front row could feel the ground shaking up their legs and through their entire bodies, making their teeth chatter.

The soldier holding the shield turned pale.

Even the strongest shields can't withstand such a raging bull charging in.

Even if the shield doesn't break, a person's arm will be shattered.

Zhang Yuan did not allow the shield array to take the hit head-on.

"The left battalion's heavy infantry dug pits. They were deployed in echelons, forming three lines of defense."

The heavy infantry of the left wing were ready as early as last night.

They dug three rows of pits overnight along the path the bulls were sure to take.

The pit was two zhang deep and one zhang wide, and the bottom was filled with sharpened animal bones.

The pit was covered with a thin layer of branches and soil, making it look no different from ordinary ground.

The first row of pits was located 50 zhang away from the defensive line, the second row was 30 zhang away, and the third row was 15 zhang away.

The three lines of defense are arranged in a trapezoidal shape, so no matter which direction the bull charges from, it will step into the pit.

The Iron-Spine Bull charged forward headlong.

The lead bull ran the fastest, its hooves flying, its eyes bloodshot, and white foam spewing from its mouth.

It plunged headfirst into the first row of pits—

"boom!"

The branches and soil on the surface of the pit collapsed instantly.

The bull's forelegs slipped, its massive body lost its balance, and it plunged headfirst into the pit.

The animal bones at the bottom of the pit pierced its abdomen, and blood gushed out from the bottom of the pit.

The bull let out a deafening howl.

The sound was long and loud, echoing back and forth in the valley, sending chills down one's spine.

The bulls behind couldn't brake in time and fell into the ditch one after another.

"boom!"

"boom!"

"boom!"

One pit after another was filled in.

Some of the bulls broke their legs and struggled to get out of the pit.

But the pit walls were too steep, and their forehooves thrashed about in the mud, causing the mud to fall down, but they couldn't climb up no matter what they did.

Some of the bulls fell into the pit and had their bellies pierced by the animal bones below. Their intestines spilled out of the wounds, dragged on the ground, and were trampled to pieces by the bulls that fell down behind them.

Heavy infantry surrounded them from both sides.

A heavy axe splits the bull's head, a long spear pierces its belly.

Tuoba Tie stood at the edge of the first row of pits, waiting for the struggling bull below to show its neck.

The bull rolled over in the pit, exposing the side of its neck.

Tuoba Tie swung his axe down, the blade cutting into the bull's neck.

Fresh blood spurted several feet high, splashing onto the pit walls and flowing down the soil.

The bull's body twitched a few times, then it stopped moving.

Dozens of Iron-Spineed Bulls all died in the pit.

It took the logistics team an entire afternoon to drag the cow carcass out and dissect it.

The beef was cut into large chunks and hung on a makeshift wooden frame to dry.

The ox bones were dismantled and piled up to wait to be polished into arrows.

The cowhide was peeled off, ready to be tanned into nails.

The sinew, once extracted, is the finest material for bowstrings.

From dawn to dusk, all four waves of attacks were repelled.

The piles of monster corpses around the camp grew larger and larger. (End of Chapter)