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More than two thousand Wei army cavalry were like iron plows, ruthlessly plowing the positions of the Shu Han army. They gradually changed their formations while running, turned into sharp arrows, and pierced the positions of the Shu Han army.

Facing the Wei cavalry like a god of killing and facing the torrent that was coming, although each of the Shu Han knights had good courage and martial arts, they could not resist the murderous aura brought by the charge of thousands of iron cavalry. As their companions fell down, as the enemies got closer and closer, as the battle flags disappeared into the torrent of the Wei army, someone finally turned his head and ran wildly.

It's not a charge, it's a run.

Ma Dai was injured and unable to command. These Shu Han cavalry who had just assembled were scattered like birds and beasts, each fleeing their lives.

The Shu Han army collapsed.

Seeing the battle flag of the Shu Han army moving backward, Xiahou Ba felt relieved. He knew that he had won the bet. He stood up in the stirrups, raised the sword in his hand, and whistled in a long voice: "Kill--"

"Kill--" The Wei army's cavalry was extremely happy and his morale was like a rainbow.

Ma Dai, who was driven by two personal guards, heard the one-sided shouting on the battlefield, closed his eyes in pain, and tears and blood dyed his battle robe red.

Looking at the battle flag of the Ma family army that was retreating quickly, looking at the iron cavalry running in the distance, Niu Jin leaned on the ground with a knife, laughed loudly, and as soon as he laughed, his legs became weak, and he sat on the ground. Weary came like a tide, quickly flooding his whole body, but his spirit was very excited. He fell to the ground, looked at the blue sky, and watched the broken battle flag fluttering in the wind beside him, breathing a long sigh.

"It's a pity that I couldn't kill Ma Dai with my own hands." He murmured, closing his eyes with a little regret.

No one noticed him, and there were less than a hundred warriors left in the rushing battle. Everyone was tired as if they were mud. Everyone was covered with wounds. The old wounds had not yet condensed, the new wounds were still bleeding, the blood-soaked land under their feet, and corpses were surrounded by enemies, and even companions.

But they were all laughing, with hoarse laughter, with endless fatigue, and even more with unconcealed pride.

The Wei army cavalry flew past them, and every look at them was a little respect. If they hadn't sacrificed their life to entangle Ma Dai's central army, the Wei army would not have achieved such a great victory.

On the battlefield, every warrior deserves respect, and only a real warrior can win true respect.

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"Bang!" The water cup in Zhuge Liang's hand fell to the ground and fell into pieces. He stared at Yang Yi in a daze, his eyebrows frowned, and the corners of his eyes twitched involuntarily: "Is Ma Dai defeated?"

"I was defeated, and the entire army was wiped out. Ma Dai was seriously injured and unconscious."

Zhuge Liang took a breath of cold air, and his eyes were dizzy. He shook and almost fell to the ground. Yang Yi hurriedly caught up and held Zhuge. At the beginning, under the spring shirt he had just changed into was Zhuge Liang's cold skin and hurt bones.

"Prime Minister..." Yang Yi panicked and shouted.

"Don't be anxious, don't be anxious." Zhuge Liang sat beside the desk, supported his forehead with his hands, and murmured to himself: "Let me think about it, let me think about it."

Yang Yi's face was paler than Zhuge Liang.

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Chapter completed!