Feeling the pleasure of indulging the wild gallop of the dragon horse, Ma Chao led five hundred personal guards, blatantly ignoring the 30,000 enemy troops in front of him, and gradually approached the Pang De army.

And the light cavalry under Pound, under Pound's calm and unhurried command, gave up the pursuit of the Qiang rout. Around Ma Chao and Pang De, standing in strict accordance with the small phalanxes, countless swords stretched 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 Jiajun, so they happily pursued the routs there, and only after seeing the large army rushing in front of them, did they suddenly turn their horses' heads and rush back to the Pang Dejun formation. But in the chaos, I don't know where to stand......

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

"Lord, this is Liang Xing's subordinate. This person has admired the Ma family for a long time, and when they met before the battle, they proposed to surrender without a fight. The subordinates did not dare to disobey the lord's order to surrender, so they accepted them. Pound fought for a while, and his speech was a little urn-like.

"Great goodness, accept the surrender and attack strongly, calmly and unhurriedly, Ling Ming deserves to be the first general under a certain command!" 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 achievement!" ”

"It's still the lord's cultivation method, and his subordinates don't dare to be greedy." Pound replied with his fists clenched, and sincerely surrendered to the increasingly majestic lord in front of him.

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

Liang Xing saw Ma Chao looking at him, he was shocked by Ma Chao's youth and depressed temperament, and hugged his fists and said: "Rebel general Liang Xing, I have seen the lord ......"

"General Liang doesn't have to be polite, please also ask General Liang to restrain his subordinates, don't let them disrupt the formation." The war was imminent, and Ma Chao couldn't comfort Liang Xing, so he had to give such an order.

Liang Xing's face was embarrassed, he looked at the messy subordinates behind him, and shouted loudly: "Stand behind Lao Tzu, don't mess up the formation of your own army and embarrass Lao Tzu!" ”

But no matter how chaotic it is, it can't compare to the misery of the other camp.

Yan Xing's army approached, slowly slowed down, and while restraining the war horse, the sound of inhalation rang out, and all the newcomers felt an inexplicable coldness from the depths of their souls: 5,000 people, all 10,000 Qiang elite army?

But the tragic situation in front of them can't help but believe it.

Within a radius of about three miles, the grass was either trampled in disarray by the cavalry, or crushed by the corpses of war horses or severed limbs. And what is even more terrifying is the blood steaming under the scorching sun, as if in the mist of blood, there are countless unjust souls crying for their lives......

And those Faqiang warriors who were lucky not to be killed, some dragged the stump legs pierced by javelins, and some even had a few crossbow arrows stuck in their backs, but as long as they still had a breath, they desperately wanted to climb back into the Yan Xing formation, and they didn't want to stay in front of the battle for a moment longer, and they didn't want to face those hell devils from the battlefield again......

Ma Chao stood in the camp of more than 7,000 people in his house, poured all his spiritual strength into his chest, and shouted and scolded: "Yan Xing, shameless rebel, don't you still want to be a turtle with a shrunken head?!" ”

Ma Chao's voice was raised, and the hoarse and heavy voice that had changed his voice echoed faintly in the field. Ma Chao had never heard Lu Bu's hoarse voice of the metal plate, and if he had heard it, he would have been surprised: that kind of voice was almost exactly the same as his current voice!

At this time, the enemy group on the opposite side suddenly changed: with a "whine" horn sound in the formation, the enemy moved in an orderly manner, and the tide cracked to the sides and automatically split a road. More than 100 Han Qiang Hu warriors surrounded a general and slowly rode out, and under the increasingly warm light of the noon sun, the person had a pair of rotten silver armor, reflecting a dazzling light.

As the enemy moved forward, the sound of the heavy and solemn horned flute rose one after another, and in an instant it spread throughout the plain.

But Ma Chao pursed the corners of his mouth disdainfully: Yan Xing, Yan Xing, I thought that you dared to rebel because you really have a good ability. Unexpectedly, the others have not been learned, but these vain things have been learned......

Sure enough, behind Ma Chao, all the Ma Jiajun sneered: this rebel general actually has such a fanfare on his face, I really don't know what the word 'shame' is!

Yan Xing slowly walked out of the camp and faced Ma Chao without saying a word. Only a pair of cold eyes flashed with an unforgettable hatred.

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

Yes, it is true, just like the original steppe war: the same season, the same array, the same grass, wafting the familiar bloody air...... What's even more ironic is that at this time, Yan Xing's subordinates are still strong, and Ma Chao is still alone.

"In the same scenario, you're going to lose again?" After saying this, Ma Chao raised his gun and pointed it at the sky, and his Xiliang Iron Cavalry laughed loudly.

"Ma Chao!" Yan Xing finally spoke up, the hatred hidden in his bones made his voice have an indescribable coldness: "Do you know that your appearance ruined everything for me...... All! ”

"At the beginning, I was recognized as the number one warrior in Jincheng, and I will definitely be the number one warrior in Xiliang! However, your appearance shattered my dreams, and you used those tricks that couldn't be put on the table to make me lose face, even! ......" Saying this, Yan Xing's face even showed a strange red color due to excitement, and under his hideous expression, there was actually a kind of poignant despair beauty.

Ma Chao was unmoved, quietly waiting for Yan Xing's next step.

"You even took away my wife!" When these words were spoken, Yan Xing seemed to vent his hatred for more than a year, and Bai Sensen's teeth seemed to want to devour Ma Chao in one bite!

"It's Han Sui's daughter Han Ying, right?" Ma Chao asked back, and his heart suddenly ached: After his father died, Han Ying was kidnapped by Yan Xing, and Cai Yan was driven away by himself...... Except for Yun'er, who could paralyze his body, it seemed that all his feelings were drained in an instant.

That emptiness, that pain, is 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 in the world.

"I really can't think of any reason for you to betray me other than that!" Ma Chao also roared fiercely, and the unwillingness and anger on his face made the two armies on the entire grassland tremble.

Historically, Yan Xing was Han Sui's son-in-law. Ma Chao knows this. And what he was angry about was precisely this: he was too lucky, and he always took it for granted that Han Sui's recognition of Yan Xing's son-in-law had not happened......

Speaking at this point, Ma Chao smiled coldly and said: "Yan Xing, the shameless general of the rebels, the brocade of Xiliang will come to take your dog's life!" Do you dare to fight a defeated general?! ”

In other words, Ma Chao was extremely contemptuous of Yan Xing, and his eyes were undoubted. When Yan Xing heard this, his eyes turned sharply, and the cold hatred water flame flipped and jumped in his eyes: "Ma Chao, you will rest until death today!" ”