Chapter 1395: Offensive and Defensive Battle (Part 5)

Because the impact was so fierce, even the sturdy Huaxia had several gaps forced open, not to mention the Xuanyuan Tribe, which could never avoid being breached.

But those who charged in did not feel a sense of relief, nor did they feel they were seeing the dawn of victory, because after breaking through a defensive gap, they found more people behind it; charging in was useless, and they didn't even know what they were supposed to do once inside.

By the time they came to their senses and realized they should be killing all the Soldiers blocking them, it was already too late, as they were immediately skewered by a flurry of spears.

The Torches were completely extinguished, the rain was falling harder and harder, and now everyone couldn't see what was in front of them at all; what was originally pitch black was now even more obscured by the heavy rain, their vision completely blurred, and everyone was just stabbing randomly.

Those charging had no idea when they would reach the enemy, or whether their own Weapons would stab their own tribesmen; under immense pressure, more and more people chose to simply flee.

One only needed to turn around, lie down, and slide down the mud, which was safer as it avoided running into the spearheads of one's own side.

The only chance to gain visibility was the second lightning flashed in the sky; the sky would light up, and everything below could be seen clearly.

The first time, the Soldiers of Huaxia and the Xuanyuan Tribe saw many people still charging up; the second time, they saw many people starting to run down; by the third and fourth time, they discovered that no one was charging anymore.

The Leaders who had been encouraging everyone to charge no longer had voices; perhaps they had led by example and were already dead, or perhaps they were more clear-headed and, realizing there was no way to win, had simply fled; regardless of the reason, there was no longer anyone providing psychological encouragement.

It had been a while since an enemy had come up; Shaoyin wiped away the rain that was about to glue his eyes shut, feeling that they should equip something on their heads in the future, so that if they encountered rainy weather in battle, they would have more of an advantage; a hat or helmet that could shed rain far away would be best.

And now it seemed that they had achieved a total victory in this war; not to mention how many enemies were killed, this time, even their women had been almost completely wiped out, which meant the foundation of their tribes had been exhausted, and there was no one left to go out and forage to support the tribe.

Although women in a tribe are not as important as Soldiers, when women are consumed to this extent, the tribe is finished; a tribe without women will have no new population for a very, very long time, and a tribe of pure men will soon perish.

A tribe of only women, although slightly inferior in combat power, can quickly produce a new population as long as there are a few men, and in a dozen years or so, it can bring in a new batch of labor, with the population growing rapidly.

Now the Jiebing Tribe and the two Jiang Surname Tribes had become tribes with little combat power and no future.

Although they watched the enemies fleeing further and further away, everyone dared not lower their guard or leave directly, so they stood in place and continued to wait.

As for those who fled, they each returned to their own tribes; although they had escaped, everyone at least still had a tribe, and with their Tribal Chief present, they could tell their Tribal Chief what had happened and let the Tribal Chief decide; at this time, everyone desperately needed a backbone.

In the darkness, Jiang Ming finally saw his tribesmen, and he excitedly asked them: "How is it? How did the battle go?!"

The Soldier who was called out took a long while to recognize his Tribal Chief, and he shouted in grief: "Tribal Chief! It's over! Everything is over! We couldn't fight, they aren't even human, there was no way to fight at all, the tribesmen are almost all dead!"

Jiang Ming suddenly felt a wave of dizziness and collapsed to the ground; the Soldier hurriedly stepped forward to support him: "Tribal Chief! Tribal Chief, don't die?! What should we do?! What are we supposed to do?"

Jiang Ming was so stimulated he couldn't speak, feeling chest tightness and shortness of breath, and with the heavy rain constantly pouring on him and choking him, he felt he was gradually unable to breathe; after several long breaths, he was choked by the rain again and coughed repeatedly, and after that... there was no after that; when he was discovered the next morning at dawn, his chest had been trampled flat, his internal organs seemed to have been vomited out of his mouth, his face was livid, and it was unclear whether it was from suffocation or if that was just how one looked after being dead all night.

Jiang Cheng fared better; knowing the outcome, he chose to move away from there first and find a place for the surviving tribesmen to shelter from the rain.

As for Jiebing, no one found Jiebing again; until the later breaking of Changyang Mountain, Jiebing was never seen again, and no one knew where he had gone; in any case, no one had ever seen his corpse.

The Soldiers of the Jiebing Tribe also returned to their tribe, gathered together, and huddled in Tents to keep warm; as for what the outcome would be later, they could no longer consider it too much—they would just try to survive the night.

Seeing that not a single standing enemy could be seen on the entire hillside, only then did Huaxia and the Xuanyuan Tribe put away their previous vigilance and begin simple cleanup, mainly treating the wounded; in the rainy night, there were a few Tents where candlelights remained lit, where the Huaxia Military Doctor was treating the injured Soldiers.

However, most were Xuanyuan Tribe Soldiers; because the Huaxia Soldiers had Shields and Iron Armor, almost no one was seriously injured, and it was fortunate that the enemy retreated in time; if they had persisted any longer, they would have reached their limit, and injuries would have been inevitable.

The Military Doctor's treatment naturally did not distinguish between people; as long as they were wounded, they were treated, whether they were Huaxia or Xuanyuan Tribe; for minor injuries, Soldiers who had learned emergency treatment were allowed to stitch them up and apply medicine, which was not a problem.

Tonight, one person proved himself, and that was Yinglong; his body had not yet grown to its peak condition, being only the body of an ordinary Soldier, perhaps even a bit thinner, yet his combat power was displayed; he was brave enough, his technique was high enough, and he held the front line for so long without getting injured.

And his record of killing enemies was also acknowledged; the Xuanyuan Tribe Soldiers standing beside him had seen it clearly, and that record could not be faked; it was also in this battle that Xuanyuan completely confirmed that he had truly picked up a treasure, rather than a losing investment.