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The Zhao Army's attack was thwarted, but they gradually established a foothold just one hundred meters from the Qin Army's camp. Moreover, with more combat personnel joining in, signs of a counterattack began to emerge.
The Zhao general Dong Cheng, who had been observing from Shanxia, finally relaxed his tightly clenched fist and immediately issued a mobilization order for the already prepared Third Support Team to ascend the mountain for reinforcement. The order was to consolidate the current Defensive Formation at all costs, as it had been secured at the cost of hundreds of lives.
For now, there was no need to continue the offensive; the priority was to hold their ground. As long as they could maintain their position, the dawn of victory would appear!
Dong Cheng had this plan in mind because he had witnessed the fierce exchanges between the Zhao and Qin armies. The shields used by the Zhao soldiers were utterly ineffective; the arrows from the Qin State completely disregarded their existence. This was not warfare; it was sheer slaughter!
Just thinking about advancing inch by inch made his head throb! No! They had to find a way to resolve this! While pondering, he turned around and saw the frozen forest, suddenly struck by a brilliant idea. The reason the soldiers' shields were pierced was simply due to their insufficient thickness. There were large trees everywhere; they could make thick wooden stakes!
Thanks to the desperate resistance established by the Zhao Army at the front line, the Third Support Team managed to arrive relatively smoothly. They faced minimal losses along the way and rushed into the makeshift Defensive Formation.
As soon as they jumped into their defensive fortifications, before they could even celebrate, someone began to vomit profusely. It wasn't due to exhaustion but rather from the stench caused by the cover against Qin Army arrows. The entire defensive wall was built from Zhao Army soldiers' corpses and red snow piled together, with a heavy smell of blood wafting through the air, making it feel like they had fallen into hell.
This is war—cruel and cold-blooded. It is precisely this courage that disregards death that has constructed this defense system built on lives. Regardless of what materials were used, it ultimately allowed more people to survive.
Hiding behind a wooden stake, Li Xin watched as his side's Arrow Formation suffered casualties and began to see an increase in both fatalities and injuries. He attempted several times to shoot out flames of anger using his ancestral bow-making techniques but was thwarted by the strong mountain winds at that moment, leaving him only with sighs. If it weren't for the unstable wind direction caused by the cold and warm weather, he could have hit targets at this distance of over one hundred meters.
But a battlefield is just that—there are no assumptions.
Meng Wu saw Li Xin sighing on the wooden frame and directly pulled him down from the defensive structure. Looking up at arrows occasionally flying into their camp without targets, he grunted heavily. "What are you doing up there?"
Li Xin found this question quite strange and was momentarily confused. Looking at Meng Wu across from him, he replied, "We're in a battle! As a general, if you don't stay with your soldiers, where else can you go?"
Meng Wu glanced down at Li Xin's bow in hand and asked, "How many arrows have you shot?"
"This is really something! The mountain wind is too strong!"
Li Xin shook his head helplessly and admitted, "It's too far; I can't quite aim properly."
Meng Wu called to the Soldiers to transport arrows for the Arrow Formation and then said, "You've held your position for half a day already. Go back and rest for a bit. I'll take some people up to replace you. If we still can't drive back the enemy... you can come back this afternoon to switch shifts."
What? Has it only been half a day? I didn't even notice!
Li Xin looked up at the sky above; the dazzling sun was indeed at its Noon position. They still needed to hold out for four more days until the main force could provide support. In just half a day, they had already reached this situation. The Zhao Army wasn't resting, so why should we? We should hurry up and fight!
"I'm not tired! Let's go together!"
Meng Wu reached out and grabbed Li Xin's arm, shaking his head. "We need to hold this position for several more days; we can't afford to neglect our rest. If we keep this up for two consecutive days, we'll be completely worn out!"
Li Xin thought about it and realized Meng Wu was right, so he stopped insisting. After reminding Meng Wu to be careful, he suddenly remembered that he had been too busy to eat breakfast. He should take the time to eat now; only when he's full can he have the energy to continue fighting!
Lunchtime!
Both sides ceased fire and prepared to cook their meals. To prevent anyone from taking advantage of the situation to launch a sneak attack, they still needed to arrange for sentries. This made him reminisce about earlier times when everything was orderly; back then, people spoke with integrity. Even in times of war, if they agreed not to fight, they simply wouldn't. As long as a truce banner was raised, it would be effective!
Zhao General Dong Cheng looked up at the sun and loudly ordered the Supply Troops to hurry up. As soon as the food was ready, it should be sent to the soldiers at the front line. They were all heroes of Zhao State and deserved this effort.
Fortunately, the cooks had already started preparing according to schedule, and as soon as the order was given, they quickly filled large pots and small bowls. Some carried burdens on their shoulders while others had baskets on their backs, bustling up the mountain.
The Supply Troops were not actual soldiers, so they did not wear military uniforms. Generally, they wouldn't be targeted in an attack; even if their camp was breached by the enemy, these individuals wouldn't be slaughtered. Even Bai Qi's subordinates, who liked to snatch yams when there was nothing going on, wouldn't harm the supply workers unless they actively picked up weapons to join a resistance group; that would be a different matter altogether.
The number of fallen Soldiers along the way increased, but the porters had long grown accustomed to the sight of so much red liquid and corpses. Having witnessed so much life and death, their nerves had become numb. At least they could see the Soldiers killed by arrows; wasn't that right?
When the first wave of food delivery personnel was admitted into the defensive fortifications by the Soldiers inside, someone couldn't help but sit down on the ground and cry loudly. Clearly, they had brought food for hundreds, but in reality, there were fewer than three hundred who could still eat.
More than four hundred! In the blink of an eye, they were truly gone...
What good is crying! Only by charging into the Qin Camp and killing all the Qin People could they avenge their brothers!
In stark contrast to the grief-stricken Zhao Army camp, there was no such atmosphere in the Qin Army camp at this time. On the contrary, it was filled with joy and celebration. With only a team left to defend the Arrow Formation, everyone else was resting in place and checking their weapons.
As steaming noodles were served, the Soldiers still in an excited state rushed over to get their meals. While devouring their food, they exchanged various insights; the feeling of hitting targets without fail was simply indescribable. There were some misses as well, but as they adjusted their distance and sight block, they began to achieve their shooting goals.
It can be said that according to traditional distribution methods, every participating Soldier had made contributions in battle. Coming out to fight and risking their lives against the enemy was ultimately for this purpose.
Meng Wu, however, did not feel excited due to the initial victory; he understood that this confrontation was merely a preliminary stage. The Zhao Army's disadvantage lay in their weapon range, but as both sides continued to adapt to each other, this situation would gradually change. Once our army's inherent advantage was neutralized by the enemy, the final showdown would begin.
They still needed to hold out for at least four more days!
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