The battle soon began on the mountainside.
Relying on the familiar terrain and the simple fortifications set up in advance, the veterans of Shuozhou put up a tenacious resistance with bows and arrows, rolling logs and rocks.
Arrows whistled, stones rolled, and the Northern Di soldiers rushing in the front fell down in an instant.
However, to Wumuchi, this resistance seemed more like a last-ditch struggle.
He clearly felt that the counterattack of the Yin army on the mountain was not as strong as before, and the arrows were much less frequent.
"They have no strength left! No arrows left! Warriors, charge! Kill them all!" Wumuchi roared as he brandished his sword.
The Northern Di soldiers were encouraged and attacked more fiercely.
After suffering hundreds of casualties, they finally broke through the first line of defense of the Yin army.
Sure enough, as Wumuchi had expected, the Yin army on the mountain began to "retreat".
They abandoned their flags and broken weapons, their formation became disorganized, and they fled in panic towards the top of the mountain, shouting in fear as they ran.
"Chase! Don't let any of them escape!"
Wumuchi was overjoyed and ordered his troops to pursue with all their might.
He seemed to have seen the heads of Pei Lun and Guo Xiaoti hanging next to his saddle.
The retreating Yin army soldiers, led by Pei Lun and Guo Xiaoti, seemed to be in a panic, but in fact they retreated to the designated ravine with a very purposeful approach.
The entrance to the ravine was narrow, only wide enough for a few people to walk side by side. The defeated soldiers rushed in as if it was the only way to survive.
The pursuing Beidi soldiers had no doubt that they had been overwhelmed by the enthusiasm of victory and rushed into the ravine, following the tail of the Yin army.
Inside the ravine, the light was dim, the ground seemed a little sticky, and the air was filled with an indescribable strange smell.
But the Beidi soldiers, who were eager to hunt down the remaining enemies, had no time to care about these things. They stepped on the dark and sticky ground, brandished their scimitars, and rushed forward madly.
One thousand people, two thousand people... More and more Beidi soldiers poured into the ravine and crowded into the relatively narrow space.
The "ruined soldiers" of the Yin army in front seemed to be forced into a dead end, huddled together at the other end of the ravine, as if there was no way to escape.
Under the protection of his personal guards, Wumuchi also arrived near the entrance of the ravine. Looking at his own soldiers crowded in the ravine and the Yin army in front that seemed to be trapped in a jar, a cruel smile appeared on his face.
Just as more than two thousand Beidi soldiers poured into the ravine, and follow-up troops continued to pour in—
Something strange happened suddenly!
Suddenly, dense crowds of people appeared on the originally quiet hillsides on both sides of the ravine!
Those were a group of Shuozhou veterans with the most accurate archery skills who were ambushed by Pei Lun in advance!
The bowstrings in their hands were already fully drawn, and the arrows were tied with strips of cloth soaked in the last bit of lamp oil or animal fat, which were now burning fiercely!
"Let it go!"
Following this, Guo Xiaoti, who was lying in ambush on the hillside, let out a heart-wrenching roar.
Countless arrows carrying the flames of death poured down from the hillsides on both sides like a torrential rain, shooting towards the area at the bottom of the ravine covered with incendiary oil!
"Whoosh whoosh-!"
The rocket cut through the air, making a shrill whistling sound.
The Beidi soldiers in the ditch subconsciously looked up and saw the rain of fire falling from the sky. They were a little confused for a moment.
The first rocket lands.
"puff!"
A slight explosion sounded.
The rocket happened to strike a pool of sticky, flaming oil. The next moment, as if the lava of hell had been ignited, the black oil instantly erupted into a violent flame! It didn't ignite slowly, but with a sudden bang, spreading wildly at a speed barely tangible to the naked eye!
A little spark can instantly turn a prairie fire into a blaze!
"boom--!"
Huge flames suddenly shot up, as if a sleeping fire dragon had awakened and opened its bloody mouth!
Thick black smoke billowed up, mixed with the pungent odor and crackling sounds unique to burning kerosene.
The ravine turned into a huge torch, a veritable melting pot in the blink of an eye!
"ah--!"
A shrill, inhuman howl erupted instantly, drowning out all other sounds.
The first to be engulfed by the flames were the Northern Di soldiers who stepped directly into the oil puddle.
Their leather boots and trouser legs were set on fire almost instantly.
The flames were like maggots attached to the bones, spreading wildly upwards along the grease. No matter how they slapped or rolled, it was of no use!
That fire would be difficult to put out even with water, let alone in this dry ravine?
The flames licked the flesh and blood, making a sizzling sound.
The soldiers turned into running firemen, wailing in despair, colliding with each other, and then falling down, curling up into charred charcoal blocks in extreme pain.
The thick smoke choked my lungs and the high temperature burned my skin.
The oxygen in the ravine was rapidly consumed, and many soldiers died of suffocation rather than being burned to death.
The crowded crowd became the best fuel for the flames. Panic spread like a plague. The instinct for survival made them rush madly to the entrances and exits, trampling on each other and causing countless casualties.
The Yin army soldiers who were previously "fleeing in a panic" had already turned around at this moment. There was no panic on their faces, only the coldness and satisfaction of revenge.
They occupied advantageous positions at both ends of the ravine and mercilessly poured arrows on the Northern Di soldiers who tried to rush out of the sea of fire.
There is no need for rockets anymore, ordinary arrows are enough to take lives.
The ravine has truly become a hell on earth.
Flames shot up into the sky, black smoke blocked out the sun, and the burnt smell drifted in the wind, making people sick.
The wailing, explosions, and sounds of arrows breaking through the air intertwined together, forming a cruel symphony of death.
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