There was another exchange of blows, and dazzling sparks splashed on the blades and spears.
Yan Liang's body trembled slightly, and the blood in his chest immediately fell down.
However, Ma Chao felt his mouth numb and his internal organs surging, once again suppressed by Yan Liang's strength.
Worried that Yan Liang's strength was superior to his own, Ma Chao did not dare to fight with all his strength, fearing that he would be suppressed by Yan Liang's fierce sword skills. As soon as Fang fought, he swung his spear in haste and attacked first with his exquisite marksmanship.
The two figures, one black and one white, immediately fought fiercely.
The strong wind swept in all directions, and the blade energy soared into the sky, only scraping groove marks on the surrounding ground.
The knife and blade stirred up dust all over the sky, and the outward pressure could be affected within four to five feet. The two soldiers fighting fiercely on the left and right were afraid of being accidentally injured, so they could only instinctively retreat outward.
In the rolling battle group, Yan Liang displayed all he had learned in his life, and his martial arts skills reached their peak.
In the blink of an eye, fifty people were fighting each other, but it was hard to tell the difference.
As the fierce battle continued, Yan Liang gradually realized that Ma Chao's martial arts reputation was not in vain. Although his strength was not as good as his own, his exquisite marksmanship and proficient riding skills more than made up for his lack of strength.
Yan Liang knew very well that the opponents he faced today were by no means inferior to Guan Yu and Zhang Fei, and even in terms of riding skills, Ma Chao was even better than the former two.
However, today's Yan Liang is no longer the same as before. With absolute confidence, he will never show a trace of fear even if he encounters a more powerful enemy.
In fact, he has a kind of self-confidence that becomes stronger when facing strong people.
The shadows of the swords were stacked on top of each other, like a raging wave. They attacked one after another, and each sword shot was opened and closed, showing the style of a king.
On the other hand, although Ma Chao was not at a disadvantage for the time being, he became more and more anxious during the Vietnam War, and his momentum was gradually suppressed by Yan Liang.
The battle between equally matched generals relies not only on the strength of their martial arts. "Power" also plays a vital role in the outcome.
Yan Liang has now won a great victory and his momentum is booming, but Ma Chao's army has completely collapsed. The decline has been extremely bad. It is the failure of the general trend that makes Ma Chao have no confidence to surpass Zhan Yue.
In the blink of an eye, the lily has passed.
The number of Xiliang soldiers around them became less and less as they fought, and most of the survivors lost the courage to resist and either surrendered or fled.
But the big flag with the word "Yan" flying proudly on the entire battlefield, the athletes of the Yan family army became more and more brave as they fought, and the shouts of killing changed the color of the world.
Ma Chao could no longer restrain his anxiety, and cold sweat rolled down his forehead.
"Brother, Wen Chou is here to help you——"
A loud roar suppressed the chaotic noise, and a dozen steps away, Wen Chou, covered in blood, was riding towards him on horseback.
When Ma Chao heard the name Wen Chou, his expression changed drastically.
Yan Liang and Wen Chou were both known as Generals of Hebei. Yan Liang alone was enough for him to deal with them. Now Wen Chou is also coming to kill them. Even a man as arrogant as Ma Chao would never dare to fight together with these two men.
Ma Chaoqing was so anxious that his life would be in danger if he hesitated. He didn't care about his face, so he jumped out of the battle group with a few attacks, turned his horse, and fled towards the northwest.
"Ma Chao, you rat, don't run away if you have the guts."
Yan Liang laughed wantonly and taunted, chasing after him.
Ma Chao had never been called a "rat" before. His lungs were almost exploding with anger, but he never dared to stay for a moment. He only galloped away before Yan Liang's army could complete the encirclement of him.
As soon as the general left, the rest of the Xiliang army that was still stubbornly resisting completely collapsed. Losing their fighting spirit, they could only let the Yan family's army slaughter them.
Yan Liang led his troops to cover up the attack and pursued them for more than twenty miles before stopping.
"Brother, why did you continue to chase and kill that thief Ma Chao?" Wen Chou, who came next, gasped and shouted.
Yan Liang sneered, "Ma Chao's ability to escape is top-notch. Now that he has escaped, there is no need to waste any more energy."
Wen Chou then stopped chasing after him, but he raised his hand and praised: "Brother, I really didn't expect you to secretly create that repeating crossbow with one arrow and ten shots. No wonder you have always been so calm. It turns out that you have already won. Brother
Why didn't you tell me earlier? It made Yudi and the generals anxious for so long."
Yan Liang said calmly: "The art of war lies in being unexpectedly deadly. My strategy of repeating crossbows is to seek victory in danger. If there was any leakage in advance, Ma Chao would be on guard. In today's battle, I am afraid that you and my brothers would have died long ago."
No place for burial."
Wen Chou nodded repeatedly, deeply impressed by Yan Liang's composure and stability.
Looking at the sky from a distance, the sun has set in the west, and the fiery red sunset illuminates the entire Nanyang land.
Looking back behind me, countless blood gathered into a dark red swamp, stretching all the way to the north.
On the blood swamp, countless broken corpses were scattered all over, like embellishments on a big red carpet.
In the sky above our heads, groups of circling crows were already chirping excitedly, ready to enjoy this gluttonous feast on the ground.
On the battlefield, the large flag with the word "Yan" stained with blood was proudly fluttering in the wind.
The bloody setting sun shone on Yan Liang's iron tower-like body, and a relieved smile finally appeared on his heroic face.
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The battle north of the camp ended with Yan Liang's victory and the Xiliang army's defeat.
When Ma Chao was defeated, Gan Ning's troops stationed in Wancheng also launched an attack on the 5,000 Xiliang troops stationed in the west of Wancheng as agreed in advance.
The defeat of the main force spread to the Wancheng camp. These Xiliang troops still had no fighting spirit. After only a slight resistance, they abandoned the camp and fled north.
The two battlefields were won at the same time, and the danger of Wancheng was resolved.
After cleaning up the battlefield, night fell.
In the central military tent, Yan Liang held a big banquet to reward the generals and celebrate this great victory.
A month-long fierce battle finally brought about today's great victory. The Xiliang army was defeated, and the remaining troops of Liu Biao and Yuan Shao had nothing to worry about.
The generals finally felt proud and elated. How could they not be happy? The banquet was filled with booze and the generals took turns toasting to Yan Liang. Everyone showed their respect to Yan Liang unabashedly.
Yan Liang was in a happy mood, and naturally he did not reject anyone who came, and he rejoiced with all the generals.
While he was drinking to his heart's content, Zhou Cang, who counted the prisoners, entered the account and presented the bamboo book.
"General, in this battle and the injured enemies, we have captured a total of 4,000 enemies. General, please tell us how to deal with the prisoners?"
Yan Liang put the wine glass on the table and threw it down, and said coldly: "There is no need to ask, I will bury them all alive, and no one will be left alive."
Jia Xu next to him looked shocked and said hurriedly: "General, calm down, these Xiliang prisoners are all good warriors. Rather than trap them and kill them, it is better to collect them so that they can be used by me."
"Sir, your suggestion is a good one, but don't forget, sir, that I want to establish a foothold in Jingzhou. If I keep these Xiliang prisoners, how will the soldiers and civilians of Jingzhou under my command feel?"
Yan Liang asked in return, leaving Jia Xu with nothing to say, so he could only sigh with a wry smile.
If there are soldiers and horses from other families, Yan Liang can take them into his own hands, just like the Yuan family's previous surrender of soldiers was a precedent.
But now the Xiliang army is slaughtering the city everywhere in Nanyang, burning, killing and looting. Many of Yan Liang's soldiers were borrowed from Jingzhou. Their families have died under the sword of the Xiliang people. These people deeply hate the Xiliang people and long for them. Zhu Yanliang can take revenge on them.
If Yan Liang wanted to use Jingzhou as his foundation, he would naturally have to win the hearts and minds of the Jingzhou soldiers. If he chose to keep those Xiliang prisoners, although he seemed to have gained thousands of strong soldiers, he would actually lose the hearts and minds of the Jingzhou soldiers.
How can Yan Liang not know which one is lighter or which one is more serious?
What's more, he wanted to kill until Ma Chao and other Xiliang princes were frightened and did not dare to attack again, and he wanted to use this to warn Cao Cao.
Jia Xu understood Yan Liang's intention and couldn't persuade him anymore.
"The general understands. Kill all the people in Xiliang and leave no one behind."
Zhou Cang received the order and left excitedly with a murderous look on his face.
Yan Liang continued to have fun with the generals, celebrating this heart-wrenching victory.
Before you know it, the night has darkened and everyone will have dispersed after enjoying themselves.
The half-drunk Yan Liang staggered back to his bed tent with the help of Zhou Cang.
As soon as the curtain was opened, Huang Yueying, who had been waiting inside for a long time, rushed to greet her. While supporting Yan Liang, she said, "Why did you drink so much wine?"
Next to him, Zhou Cang laughed and said, "The general is happy today, so he drank happily."
Huang Yueying shook her head and smiled, then hinted that Zhou Cang could go out, and she helped Yan Liang enter the inner tent.
The tent was filled with steam, and a large basin of hot water had been prepared.
"Husband, after a bloody day of fighting, your whole body is covered in blood and sweat. You must be feeling uncomfortable. You should take a shower first and then rest."
As Huang Yueying spoke, she undressed and untied Yan Liang and helped Yan Liang enter the bathtub. She then rolled up her sleeves and rubbed Yan Liang's back and body.
After taking a hot bath, Yan Liang's alcohol smell gradually disappeared and his mind became clearer.
"Madam, without your profit and loss continuum, there would be no such great victory today. I really have to thank you."
Yan Liang spoke sincerely and held his wife's delicate hand.
However, Huang Yueying lowered her eyebrows and smiled, and said softly: "You and I, how can we be so indifferent? In fact, I am only using my meager strength. If it weren't for my husband to fight in a bloody battle, even with a crossbow, we may not be able to win."
Yan Liang couldn't help but be touched by his wife's understanding. He couldn't help but think of the scene on the battlefield today where Huang Yueying was wearing a military uniform and beating drums to cheer up.
Thinking of this incident, Yan Liang couldn't help but turn around and said curiously: "My lady looked like a heroine on the battlefield today, but why did she think of coming to cheer me up in person?"
Huang Yueying knelt down, held Yan Liang's hand tightly, and sighed: "This battle determines life and death. If my husband makes a mistake, how can I live alone? In this case, I should face this battle with my husband together." A battle of life and death.”
Huang Yueying's sincere words really moved Yan Liang, and he thought that if his wife was like this, what could a husband ask for?
Moved, he couldn't help but pull his wife close and kissed her hard on the face.
"Husband, your body is covered with water, making me wet."
Huang Yueying's face suddenly turned red, she lowered her eyebrows and made a coquettish voice.
His wife's shy attitude couldn't help but make Yan's conscience skip a beat.
Looking more closely, he saw a wisp of water droplets slipping from her face, sliding across the smooth neck, and merged into a looming ravine squeezed out between the two towering Shufeng.
Seeing this fragrant and beautiful scenery, Yan Liang couldn't help but have a wicked smile on his lips. (To be continued)
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