Cannons Shake Hills, Ten Thousand Armors Stunned; Barbarian Dust Trails, Abandoning Spears to Flee

Left Wing.

On the grassy slope, fifty thousand Xiongnu poured forth in full force.

They had already pressed up to the edge of the chevaux-de-frise.

Agudamu had heard earlier that the front line had already been torn open, so he held nothing back. The fifty thousand men surged up from below like muddy floodwater bursting through a dam, spreading across the entire defensive line.

The cavalry at the front charged up the slope, but they had lost their momentum. Blocked by the chevaux-de-frise and antler barricades, horse heads tossed wildly and curved sabers clattered together.

So they dismounted and began assaulting the fortifications.

Since this ground was ill-suited for cavalry to deploy on a large scale, those in the rear kept desperately shoving forward, man pressed against man, horse crammed against horse. They could not even raise their curved sabers, and could only fire arrows ahead to cover their comrades attacking the fortifications.

A rain of arrows flew from their formation, dense as a locust swarm passing through, blotting out half the sky.

The Qin Army archers and crossbowmen on the high ground crouched behind the earthen ramparts. Arrows whistled over their heads, striking the ramparts with dull thuds.

Some were hit in the face and fell without a sound, blood splashing across the faces of those beside them.

The others had no time to wipe it away. They drew their bows and returned fire, their hands trembling, their teeth grinding audibly.

The reserves had all been thrown in, yet there were still too few men to hold the line.

For every man who fell, the gap widened a little.

For every man who fell, the Xiongnu pushed a step farther up.

The fortifications they had laid out were being battered open without cease.

On the reverse slope of the