Previously, with an army of 200,000, even if the enemy had twice the number of troops, he dared to say that even if he couldn't win, he wouldn't be defeated. He believed that once they formed a square formation, they could hold their ground.
But now his forces are less than half gone, and most of them are panting heavily after a long march and fighting off crossbow bolts.
Their morale was exhausted during the earlier charge on the mountain path.
They thought they could charge out and engage the enemy head-on, but they were hit by another round of iron-feathered arrows. This setback directly shattered their morale.
As the saying goes, one should strike while the iron is hot, but then exhaustion will follow, and a third attempt will be less effective.
Having suffered defeats at the foot of the mountain, been attacked in the mountains, and then faced further attacks upon their ascent, they were utterly exhausted.
The earlier statement that attacking the mountain would offer a chance to turn the tide of battle now seems like an unattainable dream.
Even now, though they have formed a battle formation, the soldiers are already pale-faced, as if they have already faced their death.
Not far away, seeing the enemy finally move out, the soldiers had already lost the will to fight. At this moment, the only option was to stay here and meet the enemy's offensive.
"kill!"
Ahead, the thunderous shouts of battle grew even louder in the biting wind.
What followed was the soldiers' trembling bodies and their panicked eyes.
Deputy General Peng Yue's face was deathly pale, and his lips were even a little purple. He raised his face and looked helplessly at Jin Mang beside him.
With a "click".
A raindrop landed on Jin Mang's pale cheek, and a chilling coldness emanated from his face, wetting his skin and seeping into his cold heart.
After days of gloomy skies, the air became increasingly humid following the heavy fog and cold winds.
Finally, in the afternoon, a few raindrops began to fall.
Looking at the enemy troops rushing towards him, Jin Mang suddenly felt an unprecedented fatigue wash over him.
The weariness swept over him, making him feel cold.
A strand of black hair fell from his forehead, into his eyes, stinging them and blurring his vision.
He moved his lips, his voice mournful:
"I, Jin Mang, have spent my life on the battlefield, experiencing countless battles, but in the end, I was killed by my own people."
He gripped the spear tightly in his hand.
Rainwater slid down the gun barrel into his palm; the icy touch made him clench his teeth, and a trembling sound escaped his lips.
"I, Jin Mang, am not guilty of any fault in battle."
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P.S.: It's the last day of 2023. How was everyone's year? Did you achieve the goals you set last year?
As the saying goes, time flies, and we must not waste any time. Regardless of gains or losses this year, next year will be a brand new beginning.
Spring breezes are not far away, just over the east side of the house. At the beginning of the new year, I wish everyone that what you think about will eventually come to fruition.
Let's ride our dreams like steeds, cherish our youth, and forge ahead together! >︿<
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