Chapter 1011: First Volume, Chapter 1011: Night of Slaughter

First Volume, Chapter 1011: Night of Slaughter

Meanwhile, Ning Hu had already led three hundred vanguard troops into the heart of the Enemy Camp.

According to Ning Hu's estimation, the entire camp, including all defenders, likely numbered no more than two thousand.

Since it was deep into the second half of the night, and the soldiers left behind were far from elite, Ning Hu's three hundred men acted like a sharp dagger, piercing straight through the Enemy Camp—killing men who stood in their way, slaying Buddhas who dared to block them.

The Enemy Camp's commander hastily organized forces to resist, but since the entire camp was already in chaos, his rushed Beidi War Mobilization Order managed to gather only a hundred men at most.

The Enemy Commander led these hundred men against Ning Hu and his three hundred vanguard—what followed was inevitable.

The three hundred fully armored vanguard, wielding long spears, thrust forward in one motion and skewered the entire hundred.

Throughout the battle, Ning Hu and his troops continuously shouted.

"Changshui County's Army is attacking!"

"Changshui County has sent out its entire force!"

"Three thousand troops are slaughtering the Enemy Camp!"

"Anyone who dares to resist will be killed on the spot."

Although Ning Hu had only three hundred men, his shouts claimed three thousand, relentlessly shattering the already fragile morale of the Enemy Army; and due to the utter chaos, the enemy could not determine how many troops Changshui County had actually deployed.

Coupled with Ning Hu's swift, unstoppable assault, the Enemy Camp's morale had completely collapsed.

More and more soldiers abandoned resistance and chose to flee for their lives.

But this flight only made things worse—it allowed Ning Hu's three hundred to advance as if through an empty land, leaving blood in their wake wherever they passed.

Even Ning Hu himself found it hard to believe that the enemy garrisoned in Changshui County was this inept.

Had all their elite troops been transferred to Ezhou to block the Southern Front Army?

Thinking of this, Ning Hu grew even more exhilarated—on the battlefield, veterans crushing new recruits almost always ended in total annihilation.

"Kill! Kill as many as you can!"

"Comrades, the time has come to earn glory for Lord Qin!"

The title "Lord Qin" was heard clearly not only by the Beixi Soldiers and Tianji Camp Guards, but also by the surrounding enemy troops.

Lord Qin… Qin Feng!

To these North Di, that name was a nightmare—fear surged from within them, and their fighting spirit vanished entirely.

Groups of enemy soldiers donned armor and grabbed weapons—not to fight Ning Hu, but to flee for their lives.

But outside the camp, three hundred cavalry were patrolling; many enemy soldiers had barely escaped the camp when they were cut down on the spot by the cavalry.

Inside, Ning Hu's three hundred vanguard; outside, Zhang Zhenhai's three hundred light cavalry.

The North Di, long starved and exhausted, faced the twin assault of six hundred elite, fierce Beixi troops—and shattered completely, unable to organize even the slightest resistance.

Precisely at this deadline, another two hundred soldiers entered the battle.

When the messenger finally found Ning Hu, he discovered Ning Hu was not surrounded—he was still killing with relish.

The two hundred fresh troops, instead of joining Ning Hu, abandoned the plan to link up and charged in the opposite direction.

Soon after, another two hundred soldiers joined the fray.

Now, inside the camp, there were fully seven hundred men.

Two thousand terrified North Di, facing seven hundred fierce, battle-hardened Beixi Soldiers, met an inevitable fate.

After one incense stick time, the messenger had already raced back to the City Wall and shouted: "Lord Qin! The Enemy Camp is in total disarray!"

Though it was deep into the night, Qin Feng felt invigorated upon hearing the good news from the front.

But Qin Feng did not let joy cloud his judgment—he immediately dispatched all the Jin Yi Wei stationed within the city to scout in all directions, confirming no enemy cavalry movements within the vicinity of Changshui.

After half a Envoy had passed, the Jin Yi Wei returned one by one to report: within Ten Li, no enemy cavalry were seen; within Twenty Li, scattered enemy activity was detected.

What are we waiting for?

Qin Feng immediately ordered: only one hundred men would remain to defend the city; all others would sortie and join Ning Hu and Zhang Zhenhai in attacking the Enemy Camp.

Moreover, the forces already inside the Enemy Camp were sufficient—the remaining reinforcements would all be cavalry.

Four hundred cavalry charged toward the Enemy Camp; even when still two Li away, they began splitting into flanks.

The four hundred cavalry divided into four units, encircling the Enemy Camp from the flanks, aiming to slaughter every fleeing soldier in the Huang Ye.

Qin Feng intended to exterminate every last enemy, casting another shadow over the already crumbling morale of the North Di.

The messengers, long accustomed to comfort within the city, now finally had purpose again—they were ecstatic, galloping wildly around the battlefield, delivering Qin Feng's orders.

"Lord Qin's order: spare not a single enemy!"

"Lord Qin's order: all cavalry shall patrol around the Enemy Camp, intercept and kill fleeing enemy soldiers."

"Kill every enemy, proclaim the glory of Lord Qin!"

The battle lasted nearly two Envoy, evolving from fierce combat into a "cat-and-mouse" hunt, as Ning Hu and Zhang Zhenhai led their troops in sweeping the Enemy Camp inside and out.

Upon spotting any enemy, they gave no chance for surrender—just one slash, and it was over.

Until dawn, these fourteen hundred did not hurry back to Changshui; instead, under daylight, they continued deep searches for remaining enemies.

Since Qin Feng had ordered no survivors, they needed only to carry out their mission to the end.

Only when the Jin Yi Wei reported that a thousand-man enemy cavalry unit was advancing toward them did Qin Feng order all troops to retreat back to Changshui.

Due to the cavalry's speed, the moment the troops reached Changshui, the enemy reinforcements arrived at the battlefield.

Too bad…

They were too late—the entire Enemy Camp had been reduced to ashes after a night of fire and slaughter, leaving only smoldering ruins.

The two thousand soldiers who had besieged Changshui had been slaughtered to the last man.

Some soldiers may have escaped under cover of night—but these "lucky ones" would almost certainly flee home and never reappear in any army.

Thus, these two thousand were effectively annihilated.

In one night, two thousand were wiped out—the arriving cavalry were left stunned, their scalps prickling with dread.

The commander leading the unit glanced toward Changshui County and made an immediate decision: "The battle is over, retreat quickly!"

This cavalry unit moved so swiftly only because they feared being attacked by the cavalry from Changshui County, as the hoofprints around the camp and the use of horse archers' bow and arrow arrows indicated that the cavalry in Changshui County numbered at least seven or eight hundred.

If entangled by the cavalry from Changshui County, the consequences would be unimaginable; a swift military retreat was undoubtedly the wisest course.