My Sims of the Eastern Jin Dynasty

More than an hour later, the camp's defenses were barely completed.

A slanted line of carts, sparse antlers, laborers with faces etched with fear...

The scene before them was far from the "40% chance of victory" defense line that Xiao Heng had outlined in his deep simulation; it was full of loopholes and weaknesses.

Han Yong stood a few steps away with a solemn expression. Not far behind him, the figures of three other team leaders could be vaguely seen. Although they did not step forward, their gazes were also filled with doubt.

"Supervisor Cao".

"The brothers have been traveling for days, hastily setting up this fortification... Many are puzzled as to why they have gone to such great lengths?"

Han Yong's words were relatively restrained, but his meaning was very clear.

Xiao Heng couldn't explain where the "night raid of three thousand light cavalry" came from.

Empty words carry no weight in the face of a seasoned veteran.

He looked at Han Yong, then glanced at the team leaders, knowing that any explanation would be futile at this moment.

Instead of answering Han Yong's question, he reached into his robes and took out something.

It was a token with a black background and red characters, which Sun Wuzhong personally handed to him before his departure.

It represents absolute authorization for all matters concerning the rear army of this expedition, and the back even has the secret mark of Xie Xuan's mansion engraved on it.

Xiao Heng held up the token, letting the firelight clearly illuminate the patterns and characters on it.

"Do you all understand this order?"

Han Yong's gaze sharpened, and the team leaders behind him subconsciously straightened their backs.

Sun Wuzhong's token, combined with Xie Xuanfu's secret mark, carries enough weight.

"Act as ordered! Return to your posts! Anyone who disobeys, Commander Han, you know what to do!"

Han Yong's facial muscles twitched slightly.

He clasped his hands in a deep fist salute and growled, "Your humble servant obeys!"

He then turned around and shouted at the team leaders.

"You heard everything?!"

Although the team leaders still looked unwilling and doubtful, under the pressure of the token and Han Yong, they could only grit their teeth and obey the order to disperse.

Time passed slowly in anxious anticipation, less than an hour later.

A scout scrambled out of the darkness, nearly collapsing in front of the gate.

"Enemy attack! Xianbei cavalry! Number... I can't see the exact number, but at least two or three thousand! Distance... less than ten li away!!!"

"What?!"

"Three thousand cavalry?!"

"Ten miles?!"

The entire camp exploded instantly!

Especially the team leaders who had just been questioning Xiao Heng, now stared wide-eyed in shock.

Ten miles is nothing to a cavalryman traveling at high speed!

Han Yong suddenly looked at Xiao Heng on the high platform, and the confusion in his eyes turned into shock and fear.

Xiao Heng's heart was pounding wildly, but the extreme fear gave rise to a cold clarity.

He stepped forward, his roar drowning out everyone's panic.

"The enemy is approaching, what's the panic! Proceed to the planned deployment, everyone to your positions! Han Yong—"

"Your subordinate is here!"

Han Yong had no more hesitation at this moment and clasped his hands in response.

"Take all your swordsmen and shieldmen and hold the line at the breach in the wagon formation and the camp gate!"

"promise!"

"Team Leader Liu!"

"exist!"

"Take your men to the high ground! Heed my command!"

"clear!"

"Chen Da!"

Before he could finish speaking, a cloud of dust rose from the southwest.

"They're here! Everyone in position, don't show yourselves without orders!"

After shouting from the high platform, Xiao Heng hurriedly came down and hid behind the large shield.

But there were still civilians running around in disarray in front of the battle.

There was no time to worry about that now. Xiao Heng saw the dark mass of cavalry through the gaps in the shield.

These cavalrymen remained relatively calm, and perhaps realizing that Xiao Heng was prepared, they stopped about a hundred paces away from the camp.

But soon several hundred cavalrymen moved, circling and shooting along the crooked outer edge of the wagon formation.

Xiao Heng understood that this was the Xianbei people's most effective tactic of light cavalry harassment.

Before he could give the order, Han Yong shouted at the top of his lungs.

"Raise your shield—!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than hundreds of arrows were hurled into the camp.

The arrows struck the shields with a crackling sound, half of them landing among the laborers in the inner circle.

"what!"

"My legs!"

"..."

Screams erupted instantly, and soon laborers were running around like headless flies.

Xiao Heng knew it was useless; it was human instinct, and people would act this way once they were overwhelmed by fear.

The first wave of arrows caused relatively few actual casualties, but it did create considerable chaos.

He pulled Chen Da, who was standing next to him, over.

"Take your men and guard the inner circle! Anyone who dares to charge the vehicle formation, regardless of who they are, will be executed on the spot!"

He then pointed to several other swordsmen and shieldmen who appeared to be calm.

"You lot, go with him! From this moment on, you are the supervisory team!"

"promise!"

Chen Da was a sensible man; a ruthless glint flashed in his eyes as he led his men and charged forward.

After killing more than a dozen wailing laborers, the chaos in the inner circle was temporarily suppressed.

Just then, Xiao Heng noticed the change in the enemy cavalry.

The first wave of cavalry circled around several times, but with little effect.

Xiao Heng calculated that the enemy had only launched less than five volleys of arrows before fleeing.

The main problem was the haphazardly parked cars outside the camp, which disgusted me; some horses even tripped over them.

From a distance, their light bows couldn't reach the camp at all; and up close, their horses couldn't run fast enough.

Xiao Heng had originally intended to have the archers in the camp retaliate, but now it seemed unnecessary.

Soon, the cavalry did something that Xiao Heng couldn't understand.

Some of the cavalrymen dismounted and, under the cover of another cavalry unit, attempted to move the supply wagons blocking the road!

Xiao Heng's heart pounded. This was his chance. Did the other side really think he had no way to fight back?

"Team Leader Liu!"

Xiao Heng, who was hiding among the swordsmen and shieldmen, shouted.

Team Leader Liu has also seen the situation outside the camp.

"Draw the bow and release!"

After waiting for a long time, the archers finally found a suitable target.

The crossbows of the Northern Army were not the light bows of those cavalrymen; their arrows bypassed the camp's fences and shot out.

Those Xianbei soldiers who dismounted became easy targets.

"Pfft!"

"what!"

Screams erupted instantly as dozens of people were riddled with bullets.

The cavalry that were providing cover were also thrown into disarray by the gunfire, and several of their horses were shot dead.

Xiao Heng did not order a halt until the enemy was out of firing range.

But just as they breathed a sigh of relief, a low horn sounded from the enemy ranks.

The sight before him almost made him burst out laughing; at least half of the enemy's cavalry had dismounted.

Wielding their swords, they charged directly towards the camp, attempting to force their way through with sheer numbers!

"Damn it! Do they really think I'm made of clay?!"

Before Xiao Heng could give the order, Han Yong cursed loudly, realizing that he had also seen the problem.

"Brothers, the Xianbei dogs are practically delivering themselves to our doorstep! If you're any men, cut them all down!"

After saying that, Han Yong led his men and suddenly blocked the entrance to the camp.

Xiao Heng's orders did not stop; he continued to command the archers to attack the outer cavalry.

The bloody battle began instantly. The Xianbei people charged forward with howls, weaving through the gaps in the wagon formation.

But what awaited them was the strongest swordsmen and shieldmen of the Northern Army. These were not just ordinary swordsmen and shieldmen; Han Yong's entire unit consisted of heavy infantrymen clad in double-layered armor.

What use are those scimitars used for slicing meat to heavy infantry against leather-armored infantry?

"Northern Prefecture!"

"kill!"

Han Yong shouted and was the first to jump up and rush forward.

These low-ranking officers and soldiers, who came from humble backgrounds, may not know much about military formations, but fighting on the edge of a knife is their profession.

Now, facing the Xianbei barbarians, the ferocity in their bones was completely unleashed.

Looking at the scene of blood and flesh flying everywhere, Xiao Heng felt a wave of nausea wash over him.

He forced himself to observe calmly, and the enemy's attention was completely drawn to Han Yong and his men.

A quick glance revealed that Captain Liu was no longer heeding Xiao Heng's previous orders.

While directing the archers to adjust their angles and shoot down the enemy troops following behind, although their accuracy was somewhat poor, it caused chaos and delays.

The pressure at the front line eased immediately, and Han Yong seized the opportunity to lead his men out of the camp, where the troops quickly deployed.

This charge directly disrupted the enemy's formation, and some troops began chasing and hacking away.

Xiao Heng almost cursed out loud, "Damn it!" Why did he rush out like that?

But he instantly realized that this was Han Yonghe's way of fighting: it was better to guide than to block, so he immediately gave orders to the archers.

"Forget about formation! Cover Han Junzhu, hold off the flanks, and prevent the enemy from encircling us!"

Xiao Heng stopped dodging, picked up a shield, and returned to the high platform to carefully observe the situation on the battlefield.

One moment he'd command archers to cover the left flank, the next he'd send auxiliary soldiers to the flank, but these actions were merely icing on the cake.

Only when the enemy finally sounded the retreat horn in frustration, and Xiao Heng watched the enemy army retreat in disarray, did he order the troops to withdraw.

Even so, some bloodthirsty individuals continued to chase after them.

Han Yong, gripping his chipped blade and covered in blood, turned back and grinned broadly in the direction of Xiao Heng inside the camp.

"We held on!"

Shouts erupted instantly from the camp!

Congratulations!

Congratulations!

Xiao Heng let out a long breath, only then realizing that his back was soaked with cold sweat.

[The outcome of the local battle has been rewritten, gaining 12 history points]

[Warning: Your intervention has caused a significant disturbance to the local historical timeline, and the deviation is widening!]

The simulator's notification sounded, plunging Xiao Heng into unease once again.

"They're going further and further astray!"

Looking at the cheering soldiers, the mess and corpses all over the ground, I felt a sense of exhaustion and lingering fear.

But he knew this was not the time to relax, so he immediately gave the order.

"Clean up the battlefield! Count the casualties!"

"Brothers who can still move, form groups of three, look after each other, and carry our men back. Save as many as you can! Confiscate all the bandits' leather armor, arrows, and intact weapons!"

"Bring back all the horses that died in battle, cook them with meat, and let the whole army have a good meal!"

"..."

A series of orders were issued, and the surviving soldiers began to move out.

Xiao Heng then gave an order to Chen Da, who was standing beside him.

"Send your two most astute men to sneak fifteen li in the direction the enemy is retreating. Report back immediately if there is any unusual activity!"

"promise!"

Soon, Captain Liu, who was in charge of counting casualties, came to report.

"Commander, the enemy soldiers left behind more than 300 corpses. We lost 137 men and were wounded more than 50, mostly with minor injuries."

Xiao Heng took the list without looking up; he had seen the pile of corpses in the camp.

"What about the laborers and auxiliary soldiers?"

"More than eighty were killed, mostly by the supervising team who ran away and were killed. There were also more than a hundred laborers who escaped in the chaos!"

Xiao Heng didn't say anything after hearing this, he just nodded.

Those laborers who were slaughtered, those soldiers who died in battle—they might not have died here…

It was because they changed history that they ran into this enemy force that should not have existed.

For the first time, Xiao Heng clearly felt the cost; it wasn't just points, it was the loss of human lives.

After much deliberation, Xiao Heng summoned Han Yong.

Han Yong dragged his dulled sword back, threw it at Xiao Heng's feet, sat down heavily, and pulled off his armor, panting heavily.

"Supervisor," he wiped the blood from his face, looked up at Xiao Heng, his eyes still flashing with murderous intent, but now holding something else, "You knew all along, didn't you?"

Xiao Heng looked at him silently, neither admitting nor denying.

Han Yong had seen people like this before. Back when he was in the Beggars' Army, the old soldiers would say that they were born this way.

"In the future, if something so life-threatening happens, just say it. The brothers are not afraid of dying, but they are afraid of dying without knowing why."

This almost vulgar statement carries more weight than any oath of allegiance.

Xiao Heng was rarely satisfied, but he sat down as well.

"Move overnight, head north to Lanling!"

"Transfer?"

Han Yong was somewhat puzzled, but then suddenly remembered something and directly clasped his hands in response.

"promise!"

Xiao Heng nodded after hearing this. Going here was something he had discussed with Sun Wuzhong beforehand, and he couldn't stay here any longer.

"Furthermore, immediately dispatch scouts to try and get closer to Liucheng to gather information about Sun Sima and inform him that the rear guard has moved to Lanling!"

After hearing this, Han Yong turned around and went to carry out the order.

An hour later, the scouts returned, and the cavalry had vanished.

After looking at the map for a while, Xiao Heng roughly understood that this Xianbei light cavalry was probably a cavalry force sent out from the Pengcheng front to sweep around the surrounding area.

But Xiao Heng was not at ease at all. The appearance of this cavalry meant that the Qin army's range of activity in the Pengcheng direction was extremely large.

They can come once, and they can come a second time; now these people can no longer resist a second time.

After thinking for a while, Xiao Heng used a normal simulation.

[Simulation Start]

[Simulation attempts consumed: 1]

[Current number of attempts remaining: 6]

The words appeared, but they made Xiao Heng frown.

At dawn on the first day, you led your troops out. You adopted Han Yong's advice to send out scouts widely, avoiding main roads and taking only hilly paths.

[Small groups of fleeing soldiers (suspected to be Qin troops or rioters) were encountered along the way, but they were all dispersed or annihilated by the outposts and did not pose a threat to the main force.]

On the afternoon of the second day, upon arriving at a tributary of the Yi River, some of the supply vehicles overturned while crossing the river due to the narrowness of the bridge.

On the evening of the third day, your unit arrived ten miles outside Lanling City, but the city gates were tightly closed...

[Simulation Ended]

Survival time: three days

[Historical Participation Rate: 12%]

[Historical Points Gained: 10]

[Evaluation: You are very lucky to have avoided a large-scale danger on the road! However, based on the current situation, the reliability of this result is low to medium.]

"The city gates are tightly closed?"

Lanling is the ancestral home of the Xiao clan. Even if they don't offer food and drink, there is absolutely no reason for them to turn away the Northern Army soldiers!

He abandoned his last shred of hope; he no longer asked for anything, just to survive these three days.

......