Chapter 217

Feeling the pleasure of indulging like a dragon and horse running, Ma Chao led 500 guards and brazenly ignored the 30,000 enemy troops in front of him and gradually approached Pound's army.

And Pound's light cavalry, under Pound's leisurely command, gave up the pursuit of the defeated soldiers. Surrounding Ma Chao and Pound, standing strictly according to a small square array, countless * straight into the sky, forming a forest of steel.

Only the 3,000 newly surrendered soldiers under Liang Xing could not understand the drums and gongs of the Ma army, so they happily chased and killed the defeated soldiers there. After seeing the army rushing in front of them, they suddenly turned his horse's head and rushed back to Pang De's formation. But it's a mess, and I don't know where to stand...

"This is..." Ma Chao looked at this army, which was obviously not his own, and asked Pound.

"Lord, this is Liang Xing's subordinate. This man has long admired the Ma family. When they met before the battle, he put forward the intention of surrender without fighting. My subordinates did not dare to disobey the order of the Lord, so they accepted them. Pound killed for a while and spoke a little urnical.

"Great kindness, strong attack, calm and unhurried, so that he deserves to be the first general under a certain man!" Ma Chao looked at Pang De's bloody heroic posture, patted him on the shoulder and praised him in public: "I have written down this military merit!"

"The master is still good at cultivating, and my subordinates dare not be greedy for merit." Pound answered with a fist and sincerely surrendered to the increasingly majestic lord in front of him.

Ma Chao nodded and found Liang Xing with everyone's eyes.

When Liang Xing saw Ma Chao looking at him, he was very shocked by Ma Chao's youth and gloomy temperament. He held his fist and said, "Liang Xing, the traitor, have met the lord..."

"General Liang doesn't have to be polite. Please ask General Liang to restrain his men and don't let them disturb the formation." As the war was approaching, Ma Chao had no time to comfort Liang Xing, so he had to order this.

Liang Xing looked embarrassed. He looked at the messy men behind him and shouted, "Let me stand behind. Don't mess up the formation of our army and humiliate me!"

But no matter how messy it is here, it can't compare with the other camp.

Yan Xing's army came close and slowly slowed down. While strangling the war horse, the sound of breathing became one. All the new troops felt inexplicably cold from the depths of their souls: 5,000 people, all annihilating 10,000 elite troops?

But they couldn't help but believe the tragic situation in front of them.

About three miles, the grass is either trampled by the cavalry or overwhelmed by the body of the horse or the broken arm. What's more horrible is the blood steaming under the scorching sun, as if there are countless ghosts crying for their lives in the blood...

And those lucky and unkilled Faqiang warriors, some drag their broken legs pierced by javelin, and some even have a few crossbows on their backs, but as long as they still have a breath, they desperately want to climb back to the Yan Xing array, no longer want to stay in front of the battle, and no longer want to face the devils from prison...< /P>

Ma Chao stood in his camp of more than 7,000 people, poured all his energy into his chest, and shouted, "Yan Xing, shameless rebels, don't you still want to be a shrinking turtle?"

Ma Chao's sound of raising his breath was sent out, and the hoarse and thick voice that had changed echoed faintly in the field. Ma Chao has never heard Lv Bu's hoarse voice. If he had heard it, he would have been shocked: that voice is almost exactly the same as his current voice!

At this time, the opposite enemy group suddenly changed: with the sound of a "woo" horn flute in the array, the enemy moved in an orderly manner, and the tide-like crack automatically separated a road to both sides. More than 100 Han Qiang Hu warriors surrounded a general and slowly rode out. Under the increasingly warm noon sun, the man was wearing a pair of rotten silver armor, reflecting the dazzling light.

As the enemy moved forward, the sound of the thick and solemn big horn flute rose one after another and spread to the whole plain in an instant.

But Ma Chao curled the corners of his mouth disdainfully: Yan Xing, Yan Xing, I thought you dared to rebel back and there because you really had the ability. Unexpectedly, I didn't learn anything else, but these virtual things are full of ten...

Sure enough, behind Ma Chao, all the Ma army sneered: This traitor still has such a big face. I really don't know what the word 'shame' is!

Yan Xing slowly walked out of the camp and said nothing to Ma Chao. Only a pair of cold eyes flashed with an unforgettable hatred.

Ma Chao raised his voice and said leisurely, "Yan Xing, at the beginning, the battle I defeated you was also like this..."

Yes, it's true, just like the original grassland war: the same season, the same array, the same grass, floating the familiar blood... What's more ironic is that at this time, Yan Xing's men are still strong, and Ma Chao is still alone.

"In the same situation, do you want to lose again?" After saying this, Ma Chao pointed his gun to the sky, and his Xiliang iron riders laughed out one after another.

"Ma Chao!" Yan Xing finally made a sound. The hatred hidden in his bones made his voice unspeakably cold: "Do you know that your appearance ruined everything... Everything!"

"At the beginning, I was recognized as the first warrior in Jincheng, and I would definitely be the first warrior in Xiliang! However, your appearance broke my dream. You used those tricks that couldn't get on the table to make me lose face, and even!..." Speaking of this, Yan Xing's face even appeared a strange red because of excitement. Under his ferocious look, there was a sad and desperate beauty.

Ma Chao was unmoved and quietly waited for Yan Xing's follow-up.

"You even took away my wife!" After saying this, Yan Xing seemed to have vented more than a year of hatred. Bai Sensen's teeth seemed to want to swallow Ma Chao in one bite!

"Is it Han Ying, the daughter of Han Sui?" Ma Chao replied with pain in his heart: After his father's death, Han Ying was kidnapped by Yan Xing, and Cai Yan was driven away by himself... Except for the cloud that can paralyze his body, it seems that all his feelings have been drained in an instant.

That kind of emptiness, that kind of pain, no less than Yan Xing's hatred!

"How do you know?" Yan Xing was shocked. He thought that only Han Sui and himself knew about this matter.

"Except for this reason, I really can't think of any reason for you to betray me!" Ma Chao roared ferociously, unwilling and angry, which made the two armies on the whole grassland tremble.

Historically, Yan Xing was Han Sui's son-in-law. Ma Chao knows this. And this is exactly what he was angry about: he was so lucky that he always took it for granted that Han Sui admitted that Yan's son-in-law had not happened...

At this point, Ma Chao sneered and said, "Yan Xing, the shameless general of the rebels, now the brocade of Xiliang will come to take your life! Do you still dare to fight against your defeated general?!"

With his words, Ma Chao was extremely contemptuous and contemptuous. When Yan Xing heard the words, his eyes turned sharply, and the cold flame of hatred flipped and jumped in his eyes: "Ma Chao, today is the end of death!"