Faced with the Wuhuan people launching a suicidal charge, Murong Tu's expression became unusually grave.
Only now did he realize that it wasn't that Murong Cuo was useless, but that these Wuhuan people were simply too terrifying.
He vaguely saw in these Wuhuan people the same spirit of the Han army who were determined to defend the city to the death back then.
They shared the same willingness to die for their cause and the same unwavering determination to fight to the death.
However, strong willpower cannot change the gap in strength.
In the end, the remaining two thousand Wuhuan people all died under the attack of the Xianbei people. Of course, the Xianbei people also suffered a thousand casualties.
Murong Tu led his army to the front of the camp. Looking at the corpses scattered on the ground, a look of solemnity flashed in his eyes. He looked around as if searching for something.
He wanted to see what it was that could make these Wuhuan people fight to this extent.
In his understanding, in general combat, if the casualties reach 20%, without strong suppression, the entire army will basically collapse.
He had never heard of a situation where someone fought to the last man.
"What could possibly drive them to fight to this extent?"
Murong Tu searched carefully for a long time, but still couldn't find an answer that satisfied him.
Soon, the results of the battle were tallied: none of the 5,000 Wuhuan soldiers survived, while the Xianbei suffered over 10,000 casualties.
This result was hard for Murong Tu to accept. Before the battle had even begun, his army of 60,000 had dwindled to 50,000, a loss of nearly 20%.
After resting for a day, Murong Tu and Yuwen Mohuai discussed their options and decided to continue their journey.
The army had only marched five li when another scout reported that a second camp of the Wuhuan people had been discovered fifteen li ahead, with the same number of soldiers, five thousand.
Subsequently, Murong Tu and Yuwen Mohuai discussed the matter and decided that each side would send 10,000 soldiers to attack the second camp of the Wuhuan people.
Faced with the attack of 20,000 enemy troops, the 5,000 Wuhuan soldiers stationed in the second camp fought to the death. After two hours of fierce fighting, they were all wiped out.
The Xianbei people paid the price of four thousand lives for this.
This loss was much lower than the first one, but it still shocked Murong Tu and Yuwen Mohuai.
Despite outnumbering their opponents four to one, they still managed to achieve a near 1-1 score, which inevitably created a heavy sense of pressure.
After a day of rest, the Xianbei army continued its journey.
However, they hadn't gone far when the Wuhuan people's third camp came into view of the Xianbei army.
"Brother Murong, judging from the way the Wuhuan people are acting, it seems they are planning to use their camp to block our army's advance!"
"That's right, and their main objective should be to kill our soldiers and perish together with us!"
Murong Tu looked up and gazed northward, his eyes filled with solemnity.
Faced with the Wuhuan people's successive camps, Murong Tu understood their true intentions.
"It seems that this Shefu is prepared to fight to the death with our allied forces!" Yuwen Mohuai's face was extremely ugly.
"Hmph, let's see if the net breaks first, or the fish dies first!"
Murong Tu snorted coldly, a look of madness appearing on his face.
This all-out effort represents all their hopes; if they retreat, only destruction awaits them.
Yuwen Mohuai, standing to the side, simply shook his head and remained silent as he watched Murong Tu's crazed expression.
He knew that if he dared to utter a word of retreat at this moment, Murong Tu would immediately turn on him and attack him.
Subsequently, the two sent out an army of 30,000 to attack the Wuhuan people's camp.
This time the result was better; the Xianbei allied forces lost only 3,000 men but annihilated 5,000 Wuhuan defenders.
Thus, every twenty li (approximately 10 kilometers) the Xianbei allied forces would encounter a Wuhuan camp, and a bloody battle would ensue.
Ten days later, the Xianbei allied forces successively captured ten Wuhuan camps and advanced two hundred li northward, reaching within a hundred li of the shore of Hulun Lake.
At dusk that day, the Xianbei allied forces temporarily halted their march to rest and regroup.
Inside a temporary tent, Murong Tu, Yuwen Mohuai, and the noble leaders of the two tribes sat in their respective positions with gloomy expressions.
After ten days of fierce fighting, although they won one battle after another, they also suffered heavy losses.
The Yuwen tribe's 30,000 men dwindled to 15,000, while Murong Tu's 60,000 men were reduced to only 32,000.
The original army of 90,000 has dwindled to just over 47,000, a loss of nearly 50%.
Such a terrible loss of life is rare even on the entire grassland.
Even when they attacked Han cities back then, they never suffered such heavy losses.
Those from the Yuwen tribe, in particular, were filled with deep regret.
Murong Tu had no way out and was thinking of making a desperate gamble, but he was living a good life, so why did he have to get involved in this mess?
If they had known that Murong Tu was so crazy, they would never have joined the expedition.
Seemingly sensing everyone's thoughts, Murong Tu also glanced at them with a gloomy expression.
"Gentlemen, the battle has now progressed to a certain stage. Our only option is to continue the attack and completely annihilate the Wuhuan people in order to recover from this loss."
"Although our army has suffered heavy casualties, the Wuhuan people are also in a bad situation. Now both sides are fighting for their last breath, and it will be a test of who can hold on first!"
If you retreat now, not only will you suffer such heavy losses, but you will also face a counterattack from the Wuhuan people, and you will be annihilated!
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