The Military Governor in Dream of the Red Chamber

Jia Chen's group, including Emubu and two others, totaled thirty-three people.

Everyone's injuries have mostly healed. Even the two soldiers who were captured earlier and were seriously injured are now mostly fine. Although they can no longer fight the northern barbarians in close combat with swords and spears, they can still fire a few shots with a three-eyed gun.

The three men, Omubu and his companions, were exceptionally skilled archers and could use their bows and arrows to fight back from behind the wall.

Because of the trenches, even if the Northern barbarians had a large force, they could not rush over all at once. During this period, three-eyed guns and bows and arrows were the main means of counterattack and killing the enemy.

In anticipation of possible retaliation from the Northern barbarians, Jia Chen led everyone in conducting numerous drills.

A closed square wall was set up around the platform, and a team leader was set up in each of the four directions: Liu Cheng, Zhao Zheng, Wang Baisheng, and Ding Heihu.

Ding Heihu was quite skilled in martial arts and had some prestige among these soldiers, similar to Wang Baisheng.

Ding Heihu's capture was truly unfortunate. He originally had only four soldiers under his command. If they had retreated to the top of the watchtower in time to hold their ground, the Northern Barbarians would have had to pay a price to capture them.

Unfortunately, at that time, three soldiers went together to fetch water not far from the watchtower.

Faced with the northern barbarian cavalry, the soldiers fetching water were captured before they could even escape back to the watchtower.

After that, only Ding Heihu and one soldier remained at the watchtower, and the two of them were unable to hold it at all.

Despite his formidable martial prowess, he was no match for the overwhelming numbers and power of the northern barbarians.

Jia Chen saw a large cloud of dust rising from the south, and soon saw two or three hundred riders rapidly approaching the front hill.

"That's Abunai!" Omubu said, pointing to a leading Northern barbarian who was parked in the distance.

Jia Chen nodded.

As mentioned before, Omubu was captured by Abunai, the youngest son of Ligdan Khan of the Chahar tribe, who was known as the Little Prince.

The Northern barbarians that Jia Chen and his men attacked were all subordinates of Abunai, and what they captured were actually Abunai's spoils of war.

According to Omubu, Abunai was inherently violent and arrogant.

Therefore, upon learning that his spoils had been stolen, Omubu believed that he would definitely bring people to retaliate.

These days, Jia Chen and his team have been busy, waiting for this day.

When Abuna actually appeared before him, Jia Chen's heart, which had been hanging in suspense, finally settled down. He was finally here, and he no longer had to worry about the Northern barbarians suddenly arriving one day.

Jia Chen could see that this Abunai was only in his early twenties, about the same age as Emubu. Right now, he was holding a riding whip and pointing in his direction, saying something loudly.

Because of the distance, Jia Chen couldn't hear what he was saying, and even if he could, he wouldn't understand it.

However, from Abunai's actions, Jia Chen could sense the other party's murderous intent towards him and his group.

Emubu's identity was unusual, and Jia Chen couldn't let him join the battle immediately, so he stayed with him on the top of the watchtower for the time being, while his two men were defending the area below with everyone else.

Two skilled archers are a very important defensive force.

Jia Chen observed the movements of the Northern Barbarians from the top so that he could better issue orders.

Everyone else was on guard behind the wall surrounding the platform.

"Baal!" Abnae roared.

Baal hurriedly rode over, but he no longer possessed the imposing air of a centurion he had displayed in the camp tent.

When Abuna learned that his spoils had been stolen, Baal knew he was doomed.

He left without permission, which led to such a serious incident. He lost the Little Prince's spoils and deserves to die.

However, Abunai did not immediately take his life, but gave him a chance to redeem himself by leading the charge. If he could capture the front hill and retrieve the spoils, he would be spared.

"Immediately lead the men to charge!" Baal was decisive; he knew exactly what he needed to do.

Abner nodded coldly and said, "Your last chance. The others, use your bows and arrows to suppress the enemy..."

Barr immediately summoned his trusted men to prepare for an attack on Qianshandun.

They knew before they came that a deeper and wider trench had been dug on the Qianshandun side, so they made preparations in advance.

On their return, they looted some long planks and ladders, which they used to build a passage across the trench.

With guards stationed on the watchtower, Barr knew very well that the enemy wouldn't give him the chance to safely fill the trench with earth and stones.

"Charge!" Baal roared.

He abandoned his horses and led his men, carrying planks and two ladders, towards the trench.

The other northern barbarians immediately rode forward and hurled arrows at the wall behind the trench, aiming to suppress the counterattack of the fortified soldiers and give Baal and his men an opportunity to build a passage.

"Watch out for the south and west. There are about three hundred enemies in total. As long as we make good use of our fortifications, we can definitely hold them off!" Jia Chen shouted from the top of the watchtower.

The Northern barbarians' arrows can no longer reach the top of the watchtower because Wang Baisheng and others can launch counterattacks from behind the wall, and the Northern barbarians' cavalry dare not get too close.

In other words, Jia Chen and Emubu are now very safe and can observe the battlefield situation with peace of mind.

Jia Chen could see clearly from above that Abunai led three hundred cavalrymen, whose numbers were naturally overwhelming compared to the garrison troops.

However, in Jia Chen's view, he was not entirely without a chance.

These days, everyone has eaten and drunk their fill.

The caravan carried rice and flour, all of which were finely milled rice and wheat flour; the soldiers had never tasted such precious food before.

With the unlimited consumption of beef and mutton, everyone's spirits and energy underwent a dramatic transformation.

So everyone put in their best effort to dig trenches, set traps, and so on.

By utilizing these fortifications and taking advantage of the defensive terrain, Jia Chen believed that his side could inflict greater casualties on the Northern Barbarians.

The men rushing towards them split into two groups, carrying planks and ladders, and charged toward the trenches to the south and west respectively.

"Ahhh~~" A scream suddenly came from the two groups of people charging ahead.

Suddenly, several people fell into the pit, screaming in agony.

This is a horse trap, but the horse didn't come over; instead, this person fell in first.

The pit is filled with sharpened wooden sticks. If either a horse or a person steps into it, they will be either pierced through the heart or seriously injured.

"Watch out~~" Baal's eyes twitched. He hated the soldiers opposite him so much; they were too shameless and too insidious.

Due to the presence of the horse trap, Baal and the others had to slow down their forward momentum.

The cavalry covering Baal and his men also dared not advance rashly, thus giving the garrison soldiers a better opportunity to counterattack.

"Fire!" Zhao Zheng shouted as Baal and the others approached the trench and entered arrow range.

The soldiers using bows and arrows immediately fired their arrows, then quickly retreated behind the wall to wait for the next opportunity.

The Northern barbarians' archery skills were superb; a moment's carelessness could mean certain death.

Even though they are still wary of the trap and haven't all advanced, their arrows can still threaten the lives of the soldiers.

Although the soldiers' archery skills were inferior to those of the northern barbarians, their arrows were fired from a closer distance, and several of Baal's men immediately fell.

Despite the casualties among his men, Baal fearlessly charged to the front, shouting, "Lay down the ladders! Kill them all!"

Baal knew very well that if he had even the slightest fear of death, even if he didn't die on the way to the front, he would still have his head chopped off by the little prince when he got back.

"Clap clap clap~~" Encouraged by Baal, his men charged forward recklessly, their fate the same as Baal's.

Ladders and planks were lowered and laid across the trench, thus creating a passage to the watchtower.