Chapter 961 On the Eve of the Final Battle

The horse held a dragon gun and ran wildly. Twenty thousand Xiliang iron riders followed him closely as a shadow. The huge riding array seemed to be a secluded from hell, wrapped in the power of stepping on everything, like the collapse of the sky and the earth, like a storming waves beating the shore, rolling towards the endless plain in front of him.

Finally, after marching to a small open area, Ma Chaole stopped the Elephant Dragon BMW. After arriving at a highland, he took out the telescope around his waist and came to look at it. He saw the vast river winding down. Through the fog of dawn, on the undulating hills, it was Zhang Lu's military array laid by the Jialing River. The black armor of the religious people was bright and powerful.

"Pang Tong is really powerful. He actually hid 70,000 Lu's main force under the eyes of the Ma family!" Ma Chao put down the telescope and looked at Huang Yuan with some shame.

And Huang Yuan has nothing to say. You should know that this place is desolate, and most of the shadow people are scattered in Hanzhong and Ba County. This strategic blind spot actually made Pang Tong look at the gap. If Fa Zheng hadn't received the news from Yang Song late at night, after the Ma family was really relieved to negotiate with Zhang Lu, the 70,000 army suddenly appeared in Wudu County and attacked and killed the Ma family army who returned to Chang'an, it would certainly be the most humiliating defeat in the history of the Ma family!

Looking back, the vast Ma infantry army has come under the leadership of Gao Shun, Li Yan, Huang Zhong, Gan Ning and Zang Ba. The five men directly came to the front of Ma Chao, got off the horse and held their fists and said, "Lord, 30,000 infantrymen are lucky enough not to humiliate their lives. They have come on time!"

"Very good! This war is related to the unification of Dongchuan, and no difference will be allowed. Can the armies take a break before starting the war?

"No!" 30,000 troops roared at the top of their voices: it was just a two-hour march, not tired at all.

Ma Chao saw that morale was available and couldn't help nodding. At this time, when Zhao Yun saw that Ma Chao wanted to fight a decisive battle with Zhang Lu, he couldn't help but come forward and said, "Lord, at this time, Zhang Lu's main force did not know that my army had arrived. If you break through the camp with cavalry first and kill it, you will definitely be surprised and defeat Zhang Lu.

"What Zilong said is reasonable, but Pang Tong deliberately arrayed on the river bank for fear that Zhang Lu's army would collapse after being disturbed. From this, he will take a village here, and the purpose is naturally to arouse the determination of those religious people to fight back. Put him to death with mourning soldiers and then live!"

"So, I won't give him this opportunity!" After saying this, Ma Chao suddenly turned over his horse, looked back and shouted, "array, blow the trumpet, and get ready to attack!"

'woo....'

The majestic and desolate horn suddenly resounded across the whole earth, awakening the originally calm Zhang Lu camp. After a jump of chickens and dogs, countless believers, like ants drilled out of the ground, stood turbulently and vertically, marched in front of the Ma Chao army.

"Ma Chao thief, I have sent an envoy to talk to you. Why did you have a large army here again?" Zhang Lu really hid here. At this time, he raised his whip and pointed straight at Ma Chao and scolded in front of him.

The battlefield is like iron, and the tyrannical blood is gradually spreading!

Ma Chao slanted his big gun and stood on the battlefield like a cold steel sculpture, motionless as a mountain. The bleak wind stirred a few long black hair in his ears, floating, cool and handsome, just like his dark eyes, sad and cold.

"Zhang Lu, don't want to deceive me anymore. You betray the horse family three times, wolf ambition! Today, I want you to know the power of the Ma family!" After saying that, Ma Chao immediately shook Zhang Lu and saw that there were only Yang Ang and Zhang Wei beside him. He couldn't help showing a sarcastic look and shouted again, "You don't deserve to talk to me and let Pang Tong come out!"

"The thief said nonsense! I teach the Son of God, how can you, a mortal, see it?!" Zhang Lu was obviously stunned after Ma Chao mentioned the name 'Pang Tong'. But then he looked back at the camp behind him and then came back.

"Okay, since he doesn't come out, I'll give you a big gift first!" Ma Chao couldn't help laughing when he saw Zhang Lu's reaction. He waved his hand and said, "Come on!"

Yang Ren tied his hands behind his back and was brought to the front by two Ma soldiers. He knelt silently in front of Ma Chao and looked at the booing Zhang Lu soldiers behind him, and his heart was gloomy.

Since he was found out of the mission, Yang Ren has foresaw his fate. However, he didn't expect that his end was before the battle between the two armies.

The cold chill is constantly pentling into his skin from his neck. It is Ma Chao's big gun, and the sharp tip of the gun is already against his throat at this time. Ma Chao only needs to exert gently force, and the blade of the big gun can pierce his throat like a piece of paper, and then stain the battlefield with blood.

Is this going to die? Yang Ren was at a loss.

The crock was broken by the well, and the general inevitably died in battle. As early as when he followed Zhang Lu to kill Sima Zhang Xiu, Yang Ren thought that he would have today. However, such a way of death made him feel ashamed!

Looking up with some effort, Yang Ren saw a young face, which was Ma Chao.

From the bottom up, Ma Chao's face looks clear, a little cold, and a little more enchanting.

However, Yang Ren felt so strange. That kind of strangeness is not to say that I have never met. Instead, I felt that the clouds on the day and the underground soil were the same, and the distance and difference made Yang Ren never think that he would have such a meeting with Ma Chao.

This is such a shame!

At this moment, Yang Ren really wanted to stand up. He didn't dare to expect to defeat Ma Chao. He just wanted to stand and die, instead of kneeling and being beheaded!

It's a pity that the strong legs in the past, after seeing Ma Chao's calm face like the wind, were filled with lead and could not move at all. In the past, he could almost carry the big tripod's arms, but now he is also soft and weak. He can't even lift a finger at all. Yang Ren wanted to roar, but when he came to his mouth, he just trembled.

"Thus, the Ma family will win, and I will forgive you." Ma Chao took the big gun in his hand one step further, and the sharp tip of the gun had pierced Yang Ren's throat*.

"Ma, the Ma family will win..." Yang Ren whispered very blandly under the stimulation of pain.

"Yang Ren! Do you dare?!!" In the Zhang Lu army behind him, there was a loud shout. Yang Ren turned around and saw that Zhang Lu had begun to panic and scold the army, in an attempt to make the wavering army again.

"Shing up so that everyone over there can hear it!" Ma Chao took another step. At this time, Yang Ren's throat, Yin Hong's blood was slowly flowing down...

However, at this time, Yang Ren's face turned red and began to tremble violently. He stared at Ma Chao fiercely and said, "You can't humiliate me so much!"

"It's a pity that you are not my person. I can do anything for the Ma family." Ma Chao opened his mouth again, and his tone was already a little impatient.

But at this time, Yang Ren suddenly got up, stood up, looked back at Zhang Lu's array, and roared, "The master will win, and the five buckets of rice will flourish!!"

After this sentence, Yang Ren felt that blood had begun to foam in his throat. However, he smiled, and it was not good to die like this. Then he closed his eyes!

In my ears, I heard the enthusiastic response of those followers in the opposite Zhang Lu camp, as if they were going to shout hoarse! However, the Ma family's army was silent and morale fell greatly!

"Lord, you can kill but not be humiliated. You have lost your calculation..." Zhao Yun came forward helplessly and said softly. At this time, he had guessed Ma Chao's intention, which was to use Yang Ren's head to beat down the morale of Zhang Lu's army. As long as morale is lost, a backwater battle can only become a joke.

Unfortunately, Dongchuan has a man who can't be humiliated - Ma Chao, he failed.

Zhao Yun looked at Ma Chao helplessly and persuaded him to accept the army. Unexpectedly, he saw the strange smile at the corner of Ma Chao's mouth: "Zilong, who said I miscalculated? It's a good show, it hasn't started yet..."