Yan Liang was like the sharpest sword, like a broken wadding, easily tearing through the Jingzhou Army's defense line.
The knights following him swarmed in like wild beasts out of their cages.
The four thousand Jingzhou troops were like a fragile glass wall. If one point was broken, the entire wall would fall apart.
Cries of death and howls of agony blended into one.
Blood was splashing, and as the iron cavalry passed by, countless stumps and severed heads were scattered in all directions.
Yan Liang rode his horse like flying, leaving no one behind where the horse's hooves passed. He was invincible and headed straight for Wenpin, who was under the banner.
The two horses crossed each other, and the steel sword roared out, forming a semicircular iron curtain. Its momentum was like the endless Yangtze River, rushing towards Wenpin with the sound of hunting wind.
An unprecedented coldness was circulating crazily in Wenpin's heart. Although he was not a supreme master, he could still see how powerful the enemy's sword was.
There is no way to avoid it.
Without thinking too much, Wen Pin quickly blocked the attack with his sword.
Huh~~
Sparks flew everywhere, the two steel knives collided, and the sound of excitement shook the whole place.
The power from the knife poured into his body like an overwhelming force. Wenpin felt his internal organs shaking, his blood boiling, and he could hardly hold the handle of the knife in his hand.
"There is such a powerful force in the world. Could this person be Yan Liang Bu Cheng?"
When he was surprised, the two men passed by on the wrong horse. Wen Pin quickly suppressed his surging energy and blood, turned around and slashed, fearing that Yan Liang would strike again.
Yan Liang, who turned around, did not take action again, but looked at the horrified situation on the other side with admiration.
"Is that person opposite Nanyang Wenzhongye?" Yan Liang asked loudly, with an unquestionable majesty.
Wenpin took the opportunity to take a breath, and while secretly calming down his energy and blood, he said loudly: "This general is Wenpin, and you are Hebei Yanliang?"
Sure enough, it was Wenpin.
Hearing the announcement that the other party had arrived at his door, Yan Liang nodded slightly, with a hint of appreciation in his eyes.
Wen Pin in the novel is only second-rate in terms of martial arts. If Yan Liang really wanted to kill him, it wouldn't be a problem.
With the sword just now, Yan Liang only used 40% of his strength, just to test Wenpin's martial arts, and Wenpin's martial arts seemed to be a little higher than he thought.
As for Wenpin, the shock in her heart became even stronger when she learned that the enemy general in front of her was actually Yan Liang.
He was loyal to Liu Biao for half his life, and he almost never left the land of Jingbei, let alone fought against the masters of the world.
Originally, Wen Pin thought that his martial arts skills were outstanding and could rival the heroes of the world. Today, after fighting against Yan Liang, he realized that he was a frog in the well and was too arrogant.
Looking at Wen Pin who looked shocked, Yan Liang said calmly: "Wen Zhongye, the victory or defeat has been decided, why fight anymore, just dismount and surrender."
Wenpin, who was in shock, was instantly angered.
"You arrogant fellow, don't think that I, Jingxiang, have no one, and Wen will fight you to the death!" With a loud shout, Wenpin jumped on his horse and wielded his sword to kill him.
Bloody man, I like him.
Yan Liang laughed loudly, raised his arms, and the steel knife turned into an iron curtain and swept out.
They fought again, and Wenpin's sword attack with all his strength was blocked easily by Yan Liang.
Yan Liang's iron-tower-like body remained motionless, but Wenpin trembled all over and could hardly sit still on the horse. He squeezed the horse's belly with his legs to barely stabilize his body.
Yan Liang had no time to delay any longer, and with a low whistle, the blade swung out like a violent storm.
Although he admired Wenpin and wanted to conquer him, it was precisely for this reason that he wanted to let him know how powerful he was.
In this era of worshiping the strong, only by destroying the opponent's self-esteem can he be in awe.
Once Yan Liang became serious, Wen Ping was immediately unable to resist, and his sword skills were messy and full of flaws.
"This Yan Liang is not only incredibly powerful, but his sword skills are also so good. I really underestimate the world's heroes..."
Wenpin was frightened and frightened, and the pressure he was under was getting bigger and bigger. He no longer had the anger he had before, only bitter support remained.
After twenty moves, Yan Liang was suddenly shocked and yelled, and swept out the long knife with his backhand.
Qiang~~
There was a loud noise, and Wenpin couldn't resist it. He and his knife were knocked off the horse and fell heavily to the ground.
When Wenpin, who was spitting blood, struggled to stand up from the ground, Yan Liang had already driven his horse forward and put the blade on his neck.
Looking at the proud and stern Yan Liang, Wen Ping lost all hope and could only admit that his skills were inferior to others, so he stopped struggling and just closed his eyes and waited for that one.
A smile flashed across Yan Liang's lips, but he swiped the long knife and shouted: "Come here, tie up this defeated general first."
Zhou Cang, who was patrolling the formation beside him, hurriedly led his troops forward and tied Wenpin tightly.
Seeing that their leader was captured at this time, the Jingzhou Army, which was already in a state of moral confusion, lost the will to resist.
More than 4,000 men and horses were killed in pieces, with most of them dead and injured. There were more than 2,000 men and horses, all lying on the ground and begging to surrender.
Looking at the prisoners kneeling everywhere, Yan Liang said: "It seems that the Jingzhou Army has a tradition of surrender. No wonder in history, Cao Cao's army went south and surrendered with its master Liu Zong. No one stood up to resist. Liu Biao, Liu Biao, you
What a tragedy..."
In his disdain, Zhou Cang had already taken Wen Pin over.
"General Wen, Yan did this as a last resort. I hope I can forgive you for the grievances you have suffered." Yan Liang said with a slight smile.
Wenpin said angrily: "You invaded our prefectures and counties under the banner of alliance and killed my soldiers, and you said you did it as a last resort! If you want to kill, you will kill me. How can I, Wenpin, be afraid of you?"
Yan Liang admired Wenpin's staunchness even more, and secretly lamented in his heart that Liu Biao didn't know how to use such a loyal and brave general. He was really blind.
Yan Liang laughed and said disdainfully: "The world is in chaos, and the strong are respected. Wasn't Liu Jingsheng's foundation stolen from other people's hands with nothing? Zhongye, what you said is unsighted."
"You——" Wenpin was not as good at eloquence as him and was choked by him for a moment speechless.
Yan Liang didn't want to waste any time talking to him. Finding a way to conquer him would be a matter for later. Right now, he had more important things to do.
Kuai Liang and the more than 6,000 Jingzhou troops are still waiting for him to deal with them.
At that moment, Yan Liang divided his troops into half and ordered Zhou Cang to lead 500 light cavalry. He changed the armor of the soldiers and led Wenpin westward to defraud Xinye City.
Yan Liang himself led 500 light cavalry, driving the more than 2,000 Jingzhou surrender troops, all the way east, looking at the Jingzhou army camp.
Near noon, Yan Liang finally saw the enemy camp.
At this time, Kuai Yue in the big tent was still planning a countermeasure.
In his opinion, as long as Wenpin returns reinforcements in time, he will be able to thwart Yan Liang's plan to sneak attack on Xinye.
Even so, Yan Liang's strategy caused him a lot of shame. The angry Kuai Yue planned to go to Liu Biao and send tens of thousands of troops northward to completely drive Yan Liang out of Jingzhou.
The curtain was raised, and the deputy general entered in panic.
"Farewell, General Wen was intercepted and killed by Yan Liang on the way. Our army was defeated. Now Yan Liang's troops are coming from the west to attack the main camp."
Kuai Yue was shocked, and for a moment he was shocked, as if he had heard the most incredible thing in the world.
"How is this possible? Could it be that Yan Liang's sneak attack on Xinye was a fake and the real purpose was to ambush the reinforcements?"
Kuai Yue murmured to himself, with cold sweat dripping from his forehead. Ever since he became loyal to Liu Biao, he had never been caught off guard like this.
Kuai Yue was indeed a first-class strategist. After being shocked for a moment, his agitated mood quickly subsided.
He frowned and pondered for a moment, then decisively made some arrangements.
Of the six thousand soldiers and horses in hand, two thousand were divided to the east of the camp to prevent the main camp of the Hebei Army on the opposite side from taking the opportunity to launch an attack.
Kuai Yue himself led four thousand soldiers and horses and quickly deployed them to the west of the camp to cope with Yan Liang's army's assault.
"I didn't expect this Yan Liang to be so cunning and cunning. Huh, so what. I thought you only had a few hundred cavalrymen. You could just ambush Wenpin. How could it be so easy to charge into my camp head-on?"
Kuai Yue, who was stationed beside the camp fence and looked quietly from a distance, looked calm and confident.
Dust is rising in the distance, and soldiers and horses are approaching.
"Crossbowmen prepare!"
Kuai Yue shouted slightly, and more than a thousand crossbowmen bent their bows and fired, and the thick arrows were aimed at the enemy who was gradually becoming clearer on the opposite side.
A slight sneer appeared on Kuai Yue's lips. He believed that as long as Yan Liang dared to charge the camp, his well-trained crossbowmen would be enough to turn Yan Liang and his cavalry into hedgehogs.
The dust mist got closer, and when the enemies in the mist burst out of it like ghosts, Kuai Yue's originally confident expression suddenly turned into one of extreme horror.
