Chapter 1394: Offensive and Defensive Battle (Part 4)

Jiebing felt at this moment that he was finished; he wanted to order the Soldiers to retreat, but he had no chance to speak, for the distance was too great, and no matter what he shouted, those in the distance could not hear him, nor could he see a single Soldier by his side, because they had all fled one by one.

They felt that this was not fighting against humans at all, but fighting against Heavenly gods, and there was simply no possibility of winning; if they waited any longer, they might be sent by the Tribal Chief, and since it was death either way, it was better to run away first.

The food in the tribe was left unguarded; they ate as much as they could and took as much as they could carry, and dozens of people formed groups, taking the food they could carry and fleeing for their lives.

The two Jiang Surname Tribes had basically the same idea; they had not expected this year's power to be even more ferocious than last year's, as they had not experienced such large-scale, dense Bombing last year.

No one fled, but the messages could no longer be passed on; after those Soldiers retreated once, they discovered it was raining, and the thunder rumbled, abnormally terrifying, yet it did not fall upon them.

The heavy rain washed away the smell of Saltpeter and diluted the smell of blood, bringing instead a nauseating mixture of mud and blood.

Seeing that no Heavenly Thunder fell at all, those Leaders who felt they had no way to retreat could only bite the bullet and continue to charge; those who were unwilling to continue charging were beaten, and they themselves took the lead: "Tribesmen, warriors! We have no path left!"

"If we charge up, there is still a possibility of winning, but if we retreat, we will have completely lost; Shennong will never spare us, we must charge!"

After weighing the pros and cons, everyone knew there was no other way now, so they stopped caring about the women, and the Soldiers began to charge upward with their heads down.

The Soldiers of the Jiebing Tribe, unable to wait for the Tribal Chief's arrangements, saw others charging and could only continue upward; even though they knew they would die, there was no other way.

Huaxia had moved the Bombs back, which was something Xuanyuan had not expected, but he instantly understood one reason: these Bombs were afraid of water, and if they encountered water, they would definitely fail to detonate; he knew how to deal with these Bombs and felt it was an unexpected gain.

Fenghou, who had been following by Xuanyuan's side, noticed the change in Xuanyuan's gaze and expression, so he spoke out what was in Xuanyuan's mind: "Fire fears water, water overcomes fire; from the moment the Bomb is ignited until it explodes, one can see the light of fire, so the Bomb is also fire, and therefore it fears water."

Xuanyuan responded with his gaze, and the two of them did not say what this meant, as long as they knew it themselves.

Moreover, there was no time for them to think about such distant matters; they had to settle the matter at hand first, as the enemy was clearly about to charge again.

However, this time it did not look as formidable; the enemy's ranks were scattered, their numbers were much fewer, and under the light of the lightning, one could see that their directions did not seem to be entirely consistent, because some people were fleeing.

"Soldiers! Get ready! This is their last time; as long as we block them this time, they will have completely lost, and we will be victorious!" Limu stood at the very front, holding a Spear, cheering on his Soldiers.

The Soldier Yinglong was now also fighting bravely in the front; he had to demonstrate the value he ought to have.

Shaoyin had been killing enemies for a long time; as someone who would be a Marshal in the future, he believed he must now have some achievements to show for himself; at the beginning, his timely and perfect handling had given everyone enough reaction time, and now, under his leadership, they had completed another defense—this credit, no one could snatch away.

Although he could completely stop guarding now, he was still on the front line, and when the Xuanyuan Tribe rotated, he also had some Huaxia Soldiers rotate up; the combination of Shield Soldiers and spears was powerful enough.

However, he did not commit all of Huaxia's Soldiers, but only deployed a portion; mainly, he did not have that much authority—his father having it did not mean he did.

Luzhi was in charge of the overall situation; he would not interfere much with reasonable arrangements, and now it was time for close-quarters combat, with no more tactical maneuvering left; as for micro-adjustments like moving a spear tip five centimeters to the left, he could not do that; he only placed his hope in his excellent Soldiers.

Those who charged up this time were the enemy's most excellent Soldiers, possessing the best Weapons, and the fact that they did not flee showed they had the greatest courage and bravery; as long as they defeated them, this war would be won.

The Soldiers of the three tribes charged to the edge of the hillside without any obstruction; none of them had expected it to be so easy—there were no rolling stones or logs, no cold Arrows, and no Heavenly Thunder; the biggest obstacle was the corpses under their feet and the muddy ground mixed with rain and blood, which was very slippery and made it hard for people to stand steady.

When they reached the front, the Torches stuck on the hillside, mixed with pine oil and birch bark, were nearly extinguished by the pouring rain, but they could still see the dense, battle-ready Soldiers; the Soldiers of these three tribes were greatly shocked—how could they charge up?

A flash of lightning illuminated them, and from their high position, the light reflected by the Iron Knives and Iron spears was even more terrifying, making them feel as if they were not fighting against humans; the desire to fight in their hearts instantly dropped to the bottom, and their last bit of courage was also slowly being worn away.

"Kill! Charge!" They still did not stop their steps; Spears stabbed wantonly, just to see who they could hit.

The high ground clearly had more of an advantage, making it less strenuous to stab, and when the Soldiers of the three tribes discovered that their Spears stabbing into the hardwood were useless, they directly turned their targets toward the Xuanyuan Tribe Soldiers who were less protected; in an instant, all the pressure poured over.

The unarmored Xuanyuan Tribe Soldiers began to get injured and could not hold on, gradually falling one by one; seeing gaps in the front, the Soldiers of the three tribes naturally seized the opportunity to charge up, but this would attract the siege of everyone, and it was impossible to let any one of them charge up.