My younger brother Lü Fengxian

Chapter 187 Vanguard’s Defeat
But the wood is just an appetizer.

There was also boiling gold mixed with human and animal feces, huge flying rocks, kerosene that would make it impossible to escape once it got on your body, and grappling hooks that had already toppled the ladders.

There is always one that suits the Xianbei people.

After suffering half of their casualties, the 4,000 Xianbei vanguards no longer cared about the suppression of the supervisory team and fled in panic to the rear.

No matter how the two clan leaders tried to control them, the Xianbei vanguard, which was overwhelmed by the threat of death, no longer cared.

Even if they died, they were unwilling to be killed by the Han army's horrific methods of defending the city.

Even if they died if they escaped, the worst that could happen was beheading. If they were hit by a wooden pole, they would be smashed to pieces. If they were hit by a flying stone, their bones would be broken. If they encountered boiling gold juice and kerosene, they would be burned to death. The way they died was horrible and indescribable.

Even though there were a few times when the Xianbei vanguards were lucky enough to reach the top of the city wall, they were outnumbered and were naturally stabbed to death by the spearmen who were already ready for battle. They fell back down the city wall and were knocked down by several people.

In fact, if it weren't for Hutuo's order to keep fighting and the supervision team behind him supporting them, these Xianbei vanguards would not have collapsed after the casualty rate reached 50%.

In the era of cold weapons, an army that could survive a 50% casualty rate without collapsing was already a powerful army that would go down in history.

Under normal circumstances, if the casualty rate reaches 10%, the military will become unstable and morale will be low.

When the casualty rate reaches 20 percent and there is still no hope, most soldiers will mutiny.

Knowing that they are going to die, few people are willing to destroy themselves.

Only in certain specific circumstances, such as the Overlord Xiang Shen's desperate battle and the Military Genius Han Xin's desperate fight, would the soldiers be forced into desperate situations and fight for survival.

However, these Xianbei people obviously do not have the organizational ability of Xiang Shen, the top Chinese god of war.

If these casualties had not occurred in a very short period of time, these Xianbei vanguards would not even have collapsed when the casualty rate reached 50%.

Two thousand Xianbei defeated soldiers who had lost their minds and only knew how to flee, took with them two young Xianbei clan leaders and charged towards the Xianbei supervisory team, who also had terrified expressions on their faces.

Along the way, anyone who stands in my way will be killed, and anyone who stands in my way will be killed.

The scimitars of the overseers were of no use in front of these fleeing soldiers whose minds had been completely blinded by fear.

As soon as many supervisors killed one person, more Xianbei defeated soldiers rushed over roaring.

There were even some Xianbei defeated soldiers who hugged their supervisors and rushed directly into the moat and died together.

If it weren't for these ruthless supervisors forcing the Xianbei vanguard to charge, the Xianbei vanguard would not have suffered such heavy casualties.

Therefore, these supervisory team members who blocked their way to survival were hated by the defeated soldiers.

Soon, the situation outside Luwu City fell into chaos, and the vanguard defeated soldiers even began to kill each other with the supervision team.

"Good opportunity! The Xianbei people's mutiny and defeat is a chance for us to make achievements!" Seeing this on the top of Luwu city, Lu Yi couldn't help but show surprise on his face.

"Cheng Lian, quickly gather a thousand spearmen and follow me out of Lvwu to attack the defeated soldiers. We must defeat them completely in one fell swoop!"

"Yes!" Cheng Lian's face was also shining with excitement, and he immediately went downstairs to prepare.

Soon, the one thousand emergency spear auxiliary soldiers had gathered.

Lu Yi ordered Cheng Lian to stay in Luwu.

He personally led a thousand spearmen to open the gate of Lvwu and rushed straight to the already frightened Xianbei vanguard. Lv Yi did not seek to kill them all, as long as he could repel them and let their panic spread among the Xianbei army, it would be a great victory, which would be of great benefit to the subsequent attack and defense of Lvwu.

Lu Yi was fully equipped with armor, riding a tall horse, holding an iron spear, and led a thousand spearmen to charge straight at the Xianbei vanguard and supervisory team who were in chaos.

The Xianbei people were killing each other in such chaos that they didn't notice Lu Yi appearing silently behind them.

Seeing this, Lu Yi sneered under his specially made ghost mask, rode forward, and stabbed a Xianbei vanguard who had his back to him with a single shot, killing him through the heart.

The seriously injured Xianbei man wanted to turn his head back to see who had killed him, but he could only turn his head halfway before it fell down powerlessly, and he died tragically under the foreign city.

"Men! Follow me to kill the slaves!" Lu Yi swung his spear and threw the body of the dead Xianbei vanguard suddenly into the chaotic formation of the Xianbei people, knocking down several people and shouting loudly.

"Kill the slaves!" A thousand spearmen were immediately inspired by seeing their commander so brave, and followed Lu Yi into the Xianbei crowd that was in chaos.

"Run away, the Han people are chasing us!" After dozens of people were killed by Lu Yi, the Xianbei people finally reacted. They immediately roared and rushed towards the rear even harder.

Lu Yi led a thousand spearmen and kept killing the Xianbei people who had their backs to him. Almost every minute and every second, a Xianbei person died tragically at the hands of Lu Yi.

But more casualties occurred because countless Xianbei people along the moat were squeezed into the city by their companions.

The Xianbei people were afraid of water. Many of them fell into the moat like a drowned dog, and they couldn't swim. After struggling for a few times and becoming exhausted, they sank into the moat.

The almost one-sided battle situation made Huto, who had been observing the battle in the rear, furious.

"Ming Jin withdraws his troops!"

He could not have imagined that Luwu's resistance would be so strong, especially the moat surrounding Luwu, which was like an invisible Great Wall, firmly strangling the Xianbei people's necks. Hutuo was defeated twice because of this moat.

If there were no moat, the Xianbei people would be able to attack or defend, and the situation would not be so difficult to control.

After receiving Huto's order, the two thousand supervisors, whose morale had dropped to the limit, retreated one after another.

The Xianbei vanguard, having lost their freedom, ignored the thousand pursuers including Lu Yi behind them and followed the footsteps of the Xianbei supervision team to retreat.

Naturally, Lu Yi would not miss this good opportunity. He led his army and continued to attack behind the frightened Xianbei people.

He alone killed more than dozens of people.

They pursued until they were two thousand steps away, and there was only one thousand steps left to Hutuo's camp. Only then did Lu Yi gather his troops and stop the pursuit.

In the end, only three thousand Xianbei people managed to escape.

This also included Huto's 2,000-man combat squadron.

In the first wave of attack alone, nearly three thousand of the Xianbei people's 4,000 vanguards died under the city of Luwu.

The Xianbei army, which originally had more than 10,000 people, has now lost 30% of its troops, leaving only 7,000. It can be said that the loss is heavy.

"Quickly finish off the enemy and take their heads!"

Lu Yi gave an order and the accompanying copies immediately dispersed. Whenever they saw the corpses of the Xianbei people, they would shoot them several times regardless of whether they were dead or alive, and then quickly harvest their heads and tie their pigtails to their belts.

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(End of this chapter)