Han Khan

Chapter 137, Cruel

Lipajia was a Jinhan man of Tibetan descent. He was originally a Buddhist, but later converted to the Haotian Sect and became extremely fanatical and bloodthirsty. He lived in poverty and hardship since childhood, so he had a barbaric and fierce personality.

The soldiers guarding the Ubili castle had suffered heavy casualties, and their defensive weapons such as boiling water, torches, and falling rocks were running out. At this time, Lipaga led 300 soldiers to launch a charge, and the soldiers guarding the castle immediately fell into chaos.

The archers in the city of Ubili drew their bows and shot arrows, killing dozens of brave Jinhan people and temporarily stopping their attack.

However, Ubilige's soldiers rushed forward again, throwing spears and brandishing swords and axes, and finally tore a gap in the city wall.

After a while, a regiment of 300 soldiers led by Hailat threw out lassoes one after another. Hundreds of ropes were seen flying in the air like snakes, and then accurately lassoed the wooden fence. With an order, the Jinhan people behind kept pulling hard, gritting their teeth and exerting all their strength.

Under the vigorous attack of the Jinhan people, the originally solid wooden fence began to shake. Finally, accompanied by a dull sound, the wooden fence was finally pulled down.

At this time, Lipaga led his men and rushed into the Ubili camp like a tiger descending from the mountain. For a moment, the two sides launched a fierce hand-to-hand fight, with shouts of killing and the sound of weapons clashing.

Then, Hailat led his troops into the camp of the Ubili people. He held a big axe in his hand and charged forward bravely, becoming more and more courageous as the battle went on. Every time he swung the axe, an Ubili person would scream and fall to the ground.

Seeing this, the morale of other Jinhan people was boosted, and they followed Hailat's example and fought more bravely.

The personal soldiers of the Ubili leader Baichaer showed determination on their faces and rushed forward with gnashing teeth.

More than a dozen personal soldiers armed with spears stabbed at the Jin Han people frantically, but the Jin Han people were not afraid at all. They threw their spears like raindrops, creating chaos, and then rushed towards the enemy formation with roars.

"Puff! Puff!" The spears ruthlessly pierced the Jin Han soldiers in front, and they fell in a pool of blood with screams.

However, more Jinhan people came in like a tide and quickly climbed up to the Ubili camp.

The camp was so crowded that there was hardly any space for the spears to be used. So the two sides began to fight in close combat, brandishing swords and axes, neither side yielding, and every attack resulted in injury for injury, life for life.

Lipaga's face was covered in blood and his eyes were red. He hugged a centurion tightly and the two of them wrestled fiercely on the ground. They used all kinds of means, including the throat, teeth, ears, eyes...all the parts that could be used became their weapons.

They bit each other and clashed foreheads, desperate to defeat each other.

On the other side, Hailat, who was blood-thirsty, wielded the sword and axe in his hands, slashing at the enemy mercilessly one after another.

His strength was incredible, and each of his blows could split the enemy's head open, leaving a bloody mess of flesh.

At this time, Luo Wenda also led the few hundred remaining warriors under his command and rushed into the Ubili camp like a whirlwind.

They chopped down anyone they saw, and wherever they passed, the blood of the Ubili people splattered and their corpses lay everywhere.

Zhang Xibao, who was far away, saw the scene in front of him and couldn't help but feel a surge of joy in his heart, with excitement flashing in his eyes. He immediately turned around and shouted loudly without hesitation:
"Guardians, follow me and charge!"

With this roar, he swung the sharp saber in his hand violently, drawing a bright arc in the air, as if to tear the void. He pointed the blade at the Ubili camp on the hillside, signaling the guards behind him to follow his steps and attack the enemy together.

The nine hundred cavalrymen gathered closely together like a surging steel torrent. They passed through the destroyed camp gate at an astonishing speed and rushed into the Ubili camp like a ferocious beast.

These guards were wearing heavy armor, holding sharp spears and shining sabers, with fierce looks on their faces, exuding a chilling aura. They ruthlessly hacked at the enemies in front of them, and each blow was fierce and unstoppable.

Zhang Xibao led the charge, showing unparalleled courage and fighting ability. His saber swung in the air, drawing dazzling arcs, beheading the Ubili people one by one. His eyes were firm and cold, full of desire for victory.

Under his leadership, the guards rushed at the Ubili people like wolves and tigers, not giving them any chance to breathe. Their attack was like a storm, throwing the Ubili people into chaos.

The guards followed Zhang Xibao closely and broke through the dense group of Ubili people with overwhelming force. Their horses galloped past, raising a cloud of dust and bringing endless fear to the Ubili people.

In the fierce battle, the defense line of the Ubili people gradually collapsed, and they fled in all directions. But Zhang Xibao did not stop, he continued to lead his troops to the heights of the camp, aiming directly at the leader's tent. As the distance got closer and closer, Zhang Xibao saw the tall tent and the Ubili warriors guarding it. He gritted his teeth, accelerated his sprint, and prepared to fight the enemy in the final battle.

However, Luo Wenda and Hailat still led their respective regiments to fight with the Ubili people at the foot of the mountain.

There were flashes of swords, blood and flesh flying everywhere, shouts and screams intertwined together, it was a scene from hell.

Such a brutal fight was unbearable for the Ubili people on the first floor of the camp.

They were all temporarily transferred from various Ubili tribes. Almost none of them wore armor and had only bows and arrows and spears. They did not have the elite weapons of the Jinhan people.

Faced with the Jin Han people's fearless soldiers, the Ubili people seemed extremely vulnerable.

Moreover, in the grasslands, they always run away if they cannot win. However, at this moment, they are being held tightly by the Jinhan people and cannot escape.

As they watched their companions fall one after another and their blood dyed the ground red, fear gradually took over their hearts.

Seeing that the Jinhan cavalry had rushed into the camp and headed towards the leader's tent, the Ubili people below collapsed immediately.

Despair and fear enveloped them, making them lose the will to fight.

Some people began to flee, some chose to surrender, and some fell into confusion and didn't know what to do. The whole battlefield became a mess.

Baichaer, who was at the highest point, led his personal soldiers and kept shooting arrows at the Jinhan cavalry who had already rushed to the second level of the camp and were charging towards them. However, these Jinhan cavalry were wearing sophisticated armor and had strong defensive power, and the arrows shot by Baichaer and his personal soldiers had almost no effect on them.

Baichaer was extremely anxious because he had limited military strength, only more than a thousand personal soldiers. At this moment, he realized that the camp he relied on could not be defended and had been completely broken by the Jin Han people.

Although he was unwilling to give up, Baichaer knew that if he continued to fight with the Jin Han people, it would only be a waste of time and he would eventually be defeated. Therefore, he made a prompt decision and shouted loudly to the centurions of his personal soldiers:
"We can't hold on any longer. Retreat! Get on your horses and evacuate westward along the Irtysh River..."

Near the fence at the foot of the mountain, Luo Wenda and Hailat finally breathed a sigh of relief as they watched the Ubili people kneeling down in surrender.

At this time, the entire camp was filled with thick smoke and flames. There were corpses and charred bodies everywhere. The dead were charred all over, with their fingers and toes melted together, their stomachs ruptured, and their burnt intestines faintly visible.

I can’t tell which side these troops belong to, but it doesn’t matter.

Luo Wenda looked up at the top of the mountain and saw that the Ubili people were fleeing frantically to the west. The brigade commander was leading his troops in pursuit. In this battle, their two regiments switched from cavalry to infantry, and the losses were too great.

Victory!
This battle should be the most difficult battle for the Jin Han people since they came to Jinshan, and it allowed many Jin Han people to witness the cruelest side of war.

Luo Wenda took a deep breath and felt as if he had smelled it. The smell of barbecue in the air made him want to vomit immediately.

"This battle was so fierce!" Hailat sighed as he looked at the corpses all over the ground.

"Yes, this is war. Either you die or I live." Luo Wenda said.

"But we still won, although it came at a heavy price," said Hailat.

"That's right. As long as we can win, no matter how great the price we pay, it is worth it," said Luo Wenda.

"But we can't keep fighting like this, otherwise we will be exhausted sooner or later. Right now the soldiers in your and my regiments have suffered the greatest losses. I hope we can get reinforcements later..." Hailat sighed.

(End of this chapter)