sbdcsierra Chapter 489 Can’t Hold It Anymore
Chapter 489 Can’t Hold It Anymore
In this way, the two sides launched a fierce, seesaw-like battle, each side going back and forth, refusing to give in. An hour passed, and the battlefield was filled with shouts, screams, and the clash of weapons, like a tragic song.
The city was littered with corpses lying in all directions, and the blood had dyed the ground dark red, like a sea of blood.
Zhu Zhanhui observed his own troops amidst the chaos, secretly groaning inwardly. He was horrified to discover that his own team had fewer than five thousand men.
Moreover, after a long period of continuous fighting, the soldiers were severely exhausted and physically exhausted.
He knew very well that if he held out against the enemy's attack again, he would not only be outnumbered, but these soldiers would not have had enough time to recover physically, and it would be difficult for them to withstand the enemy's ferocious attack...
At this moment, the Huns sounded the horn to withdraw their troops.
The enemy retreated like a tide.
Zhu Zhanhui and the others were confused, thinking to themselves that if the Huns launched another siege, even if they tried their best to hold on, they would end up in a miserable situation where both sides would suffer losses, and it was very likely that the city wall would be breached.
Just when everyone was worried, the terrifying sharp whistling sound of mortar shells suddenly came from the bottom of the city, like the roar of death, falling fiercely from the sky.
"Oh no, hide quickly!" Before Zhu Zhanhui could give an order, Chen Yonggui shouted at the people around him at the top of his lungs, his voice full of fear and urgency.
"Boom... Boom boom..." A series of deafening explosions sounded in the ears like thunder, and the earth shook violently.
The powerful impact kicked up a cloud of dust, and gravel and wood chips flew everywhere.
"Clang..." A blood-stained helmet fell at Zhu Zhanhui's feet without warning.
He subconsciously looked down, but there was a thick cloud of dust in front of him, making it difficult to see anything.
The bright red blood stains on the helmet were particularly glaring in the dim light. For some reason, he felt that the helmet looked strangely familiar.
Before Zhu Zhanhui had time to think carefully, the sharp whistle of another round of artillery shells once again pierced the sky, like a sharp blade piercing straight into everyone's heart.
His heart sank, knowing that the shells were coming again.
At this moment, the soldiers defending the city, who were dazed by the explosion, fled in panic like frightened birds.
They were completely trapped in the desperate situation of being beaten passively and almost lost the ability to fight back.
Zhu Zhanhui's face was pale, his lips trembling, and he said to the guards who were hugging him tightly in a weak and pale voice: "Retreat..."
After a round of explosions, the smoke dissipated slightly, and Zhu Zhanhui, supported by his guards, staggered as he tried to evacuate.
At this moment, his eyes were attracted by a headless corpse. The familiar armor made him recognize instantly that this person was Chen Yonggui.
The familiar helmet on the ground suddenly flashed through his mind. Yes, it should be his.
Zhu Zhanhui felt a sharp pain in his heart, his eyes reddened slightly, and he quickly said to the guards beside him: "Go and carry Chen Yonggui's body away, don't worry about me."
As he spoke, he slowly bent down and gently picked up the blood-stained helmet on the ground, his eyes full of grief and reluctance.
Before the next round of bombardment arrived, everyone hurried towards the city.
As soon as they left, another deafening explosion was heard behind them, and the sound seemed to destroy the whole world.
This round of explosions really dealt a devastating blow to Zhu Zhanhui's team.
When they retreated to the foot of the city in a panic and counted the number of people again, they found that there were only about 3,000 people in the scattered team.
Moreover, among them were many seriously injured soldiers groaning in pain.
"Carry them and let's go..." Zhu Zhanhui gritted his teeth and said in a low and firm voice.
There was a hint of determination in his eyes. Although the team suffered heavy losses, he was still determined to lead the remaining people to protect the civilians and evacuate as much as possible.
Wang Tieniu, who had a shoulder injury, became curious when he saw someone carrying a headless corpse.
He looked carefully and found that the style of the armor was clearly the same as that of the captain in his own team.
His heart tightened, and he hurried forward and said to the guard carrying the corpse, "This is our captain, let me carry it."
The guard looked at the blood oozing from Wang Tieniu's shoulder, feeling a little sorry for him. He whispered, "He's also a captain in our army. You're injured, so let me take care of you."
At this time, Sun Yue, who was following behind, first saw Wang Tieniu, then noticed his injured shoulder, and said with concern: "Brother, let me bandage you, you are still bleeding."
Wang Tieniu raised his head and looked at the sky, his eyes filled with sorrow. He choked up and said, "Don't worry about me for now. Follow that man and see where they carry Captain Chen to."
Sun Yue was startled and asked hurriedly, "Who? Who are you carrying?"
"That guard is carrying our captain Chen Yonggui. Follow him. I'll be right there."
Wang Tieniu pointed with his other hand at the person in front of him carrying the corpse and said anxiously.
Following the direction Wang Tieniu pointed, Sun Yue saw the familiar armor. His heart ached and he took two steps at a time and hurriedly chased after him.
At the same time, in Jiaokou City, wealthy businessmen were leisurely packing up valuable items in their homes, as if this war had nothing to do with them.
The poor people could only carry simple bags, bring their wives, children and elderly mothers, support each other, and walk towards the outside of the city with sadness on their faces.
When Zhu Zhanhui brought the remnants of his troops into the city, the county magistrate was still at his post, accompanied by the county lieutenant.
The county magistrate felt a sinking feeling in his heart when he saw Zhu Zhanhui and his men returning with only a handful of soldiers. He couldn't help but ask, "Can't we hold on?"
Zhu Zhanhui's face was solemn. He nodded helplessly and said, "We can't hold on any longer. Tell the people to evacuate immediately. We can only hold on for another hour at most. After that, we won't be able to hold on any longer."
As soon as Zhu Zhanhui finished speaking, a rich kid swaggered open the door with a look of contempt on his face. He said disdainfully: "So many people, guarding a narrow pass, and you can't even hold it? I think you are just a bunch of good-for-nothings."
When the guards around Zhu Zhanhui heard this, they were immediately furious. They drew the steel knife from their waist with a "swish" and were about to rush forward to teach this ignorant rich kid a lesson.
The county magistrate was shocked when he saw this and hurriedly stopped them, saying, "This is a wealthy businessman from our county, and a branch of the Wang family. It's better for us not to provoke them."
Zhu Zhanhui waved his hand wearily, signaling the guards to put away their swords. He turned to the county magistrate and said, "Hurry up and organize people to help the people leave the city. You should also hurry and leave."
The county lieutenant stepped forward and said firmly, "Your Excellency the County Magistrate, please go first. I will stay and help the defenders hold out in the county for a while."
Upon hearing this, the county magistrate bowed gratefully to everyone, and without saying any more nonsense, turned around and hurried towards the panicked crowd to organize the people to evacuate.