Chapter 1439: The Second Siege

This time, the people of the Wulengebu were not acting sneakily like last time; instead, they were extremely fierce, charging out all at once, which made the Regimental Commander feel a chill in his heart, as if they were finished.

The crossbowmen did not need orders and immediately began firing rapidly, but because the distance was too close, after firing only two arrows, they had to abandon their bow and crossbows and choose to use spears and Changdao to fight.

This time, because they were prepared, they had already put on their armor, and they were not very afraid of the inferior weapons of the opposite side, which were difficult to hurt them.

In this relatively dense forest, spears were difficult to use to their maximum effect and could only be used for stabbing, so most Soldiers chose to use their own side-knives to attack; although they were shorter, they could cause damage in more places, the close-combat effect was very good, and since they were not afraid of the enemy's attacks, they were still fierce enough.

Bombs were also being thrown rapidly; the Wulengebu were different from other tribes, they were not that afraid of bombs, and even if a bomb exploded in their midst, they would still charge forward desperately as if they had taken drugs, which was the most difficult thing for everyone to understand, as no tribe had ever dared to face Huaxia's bombs so boldly.

Usually, they would treat them as divine miracles and flee as fast as they could; even those in Huaxia who knew what bombs were would have to retreat quickly upon hearing such a loud sound, as they would know they couldn't win due to the huge gap in equipment, so why were they getting fiercer the more they fought?

All the Soldiers were helpless and could only pick up their Weapons and go forward to join the melee; the bombs were no longer easy to use, and now that the enemy was too close, using bombs would easily injure their own people.

Several wounded Soldiers were lying in the Tent, anxious to death, but because their newly stitched wounds could not yet move, if they moved, the pain was one thing, but the blood would also gush out; the Military Doctor was also dissuading them from coming out, because if they charged one more time, they would likely end up dead.

The Military Doctor felt that it had not yet reached a particularly critical moment; after all, Huaxia's Fully Armored Warriors had even better Weapons, and if they still couldn't beat these savages, then what was the point of having such good equipment? Wasn't it a waste?

So he said to the several wounded Soldiers: "It's fine, it's fine, we have a huge advantage here, so don't move and don't add trouble for everyone; you wouldn't be able to do anything if you went up there."

Indeed, because of better Weapons and sturdy Full Armor, combined with skilled and excellent coordination, Huaxia had successfully withstood the fiercest wave of the charge and had begun to counterattack; the cattle herd was agitated, but Cavalry could not be used here, and the cattle had become mere decorations.

Huaxia was now fighting more bravely as they cut, and with every swing of their blades, the enemy's weapons could not withstand the cutting, and after a few strikes, they were left empty-handed.

The battle situation became more and more intense, and the savages, who had been fearless of death and not even afraid of bombs, began to retreat, and they did so quickly; they were shouting words that Huaxia could not understand at all, and their voices gradually became unified, as if someone was commanding them from behind to retreat.

Because it was almost completely dark, and they could not determine exactly how many people were on the other side, after chasing for a few dozen steps, all of Huaxia retreated, then hurriedly treated the wounded and pulled back those who had just been injured.

Some Soldiers went to clear the battlefield, poking the necks of those savages with spears and asking: "Can you understand what I'm saying? If you can understand, you live; if you can't, you die!"

Savages who replied with "oh-oh ah-ah" and completely incomprehensible words were all mercilessly stabbed through the neck; the Regimental Commander felt that since the Wulengebu were going to participate in the Golden Autumn Gathering, there must be people who could understand their language and people who could speak their language, and this proportion should be quite large, otherwise, how would they communicate?

Therefore, as long as they captured enough people, they would definitely encounter someone who could speak their language.

After constant killing, in the end, they didn't capture a single person who could speak their language, which made the Regimental Commander even more depressed; upon counting, the enemies they had just killed were already close to two hundred, which must be a significant blow to this small tribe, but Huaxia also lost two more Soldiers.

The number of wounded Soldiers was even higher, with dozens of Soldiers having varying degrees of injuries, but compared to the enemy's casualties, their casualties were minimal, and these were all great victories.

However, this small group of theirs, such a small team, had been targeted by a large tribe, just like a person holding a long knife being targeted by a pack of wolves.

You have the ability to kill wolves, one or two, but the wolves can rely on their numerical advantage to constantly harass you, claw at you, and bite you, and they will always be able to wear you out to death.

They already had many Soldiers injured now, and although they had not lost their combat effectiveness, half of them were damaged; if this happened a few more times, they really wouldn't be able to take it, and the most terrifying thing was that they didn't even know how many people they had or why they were attacking them, only being able to guess that they were people from the Wulengebu.

Now the Regimental Commander could not send his Soldiers out to scout the enemy situation; every Soldier was extremely important, and going out to scout would easily lead to losses.

The Regimental Commander was helpless and had to let everyone continue to be on alert and do what they needed to do, then wrote a letter again to have a pigeon send it to Huaxia City, but the content written this time was quite pessimistic; not only would they be unable to go to the Golden Autumn Gathering, but they were also very likely to have no chance to return to Huaxia.

Pigeons would not travel at night and would rest on the way, but if they couldn't hold on tonight, the pigeon would likely be roasted, so they had to take the risk and send it out quickly.

"Brothers! Soldiers! We have been completely targeted by them now; there was a first and a second time, and they will very likely come for a third time, and they have probably already scouted out our strength; their numbers are far greater than ours, and their familiarity with the environment here is also higher than ours."

"What we need to do now is to try our best to hold on through tonight, and wait until tomorrow; tomorrow at daybreak, we will go back, retreat to Huaxia, and they might pursue us, but the further the distance, the less intense their pursuit will be."

"Once we return to Huaxia, we will bring a large army to annihilate them and avenge this time, and we have already sent two messages; as long as Huaxia City receives the message, they can send troops to meet us by the day after tomorrow at the latest; we must hold on, understand?"

"Understood!"

The Soldiers' morale did not drop because of being attacked twice; instead, it remained high, as these elites had never been beaten like this before.

There were also Soldiers who were puzzled: "Regimental Commander, why are we retreating? We have so many bombs in our hands, at worst we can just fight them to the end; none of us are afraid, and besides, going to the Golden Autumn Gathering is our mission, are we just not going anymore?"