The barbarian king has always been unable to understand why Yan Liang chose to let him go and to stop and kill Xing Daorong.
"What do you care about him? Xing Daorong is so despicable. He lets two conspiring men fight. I will take the opportunity to escape..."
Shamoko secretly thanked that the whip was swinging even faster and rushed towards the camp.
Nearly half of his nine thousand barbarian troops were intercepted by Yan Liang's ambush. At this time, there were only more than 4,000 remaining soldiers who fled back with Shamoke.
Although more than half of the troops were lost, Shamoko was not desperate.
He thought that after he escaped from Yan Liang's plan, he would retreat to Yuanling City after successfully escaping back to the camp, and he would not be able to stand firm. No matter what Yan Liang used, he would never fight with this cunning Han man again.
Then, then
"I won't fight you, it depends on how long you can take."
Shamoke thought in his heart and looked up, but saw the fire flashing in front of him, and the camp was still vaguely visible.
The barbarian king breathed a sigh of relief and urged his subordinates who were still scared to speed up their rush toward the camp.
It is clearly visible that the fire on the line of the camp has been put out, and the black smoke remains permeated.
Because the camp was burned, many antlers had been added to the periphery, and temporary defense fortifications were made.
"The king is back, why don't you move the antlers away--"
A barbarian soldier who rushed to the front stood in front of the burned camp gate and shouted loudly.
Whoosh-
The cold light flew, and the sound of breaking through the air, and a sharp arrow penetrated through the darkness and shot out from the camp.
But with a "puff" sound, it hit the barbarian's forehead without bias.
The barbarian soldier who survived the disaster had no chance to scream, and then stared at his surprised eyes and fell to the ground swayingly.
Shamoko was running wildly, was shocked and stopped quickly.
In an instant, a white light as bright as daylight appeared in front of my eyes, as if the sun had risen in an instant, tearing the whole night apart.
The sudden strong light stung Shamoko and thousands of remaining soldiers, making them dizzy and difficult to open.
Thousands of people were crowded outside the camp, and they raised their arms to block the light.
When Shamoko's eyes gradually adapted from the stinging pain. When he slowly lowered his arms, he saw clearly that the originally silent camp suddenly raised countless torches.
Under the fire, there were even countless evil eyes staring at him.
Yan Jun, that's Yan Jun!
Shamoko took a breath of cold air, and endless horror hit her whole body, her originally hideous face full of confusion and horror.
"Yan...jun, how could he occupy my camp!"
Shamoko buzzed, and there was a blank space, and she could not understand what was happening in front of her.
Just when the camp gate opened wide, Hu Cheer rode his horse and took a knife out, and said sternly: "Samoke, you have planned my lord's plan, and my Hu Cheer has attacked your camp. You won't get off your horse.
Surrender, when will you wait."
It turned out that Yan Liang had long expected Xing Daorong's so-called internal and external cooperation with Liao Li and Ma Su's suggestion was a plan to lure the enemy.
Therefore, Yan Liang ordered Zhou Cang to lead thousands of troops and horses to pretend to rob the enemy camp at night, luring Shamoke to lead the army to pursue, but Yan Liang intercepted and killed him in the middle of the road.
Just as Shamoke was pursuing the army, Yan Liang ordered Hu Cheer to lead thousands of troops and horses to copy the enemy camp from the small path and take advantage of the opportunity to attack.
At this moment, the truth was revealed. Seeing Hu Cheer showing off his might, Shamoko Fang suddenly realized.
Shamoke, who had passed away, was shocked and thought to himself: "I didn't expect that Yan Liang was so smart and deceitful. Damn, I shouldn't believe Xing Daorong. Just be unable to stick to it..."
When he was frightened, Hu Cheer was impatient and immediately ordered the entire army to fire arrows.
The buzzing sound suddenly erupted. More than a thousand crossbowmen who had been waiting for a long time heard the order to shoot arrows. The locust-like arrows penetrated the darkness of the night and headed straight for the panicked barbarian army.
The screams were loud, and the barbarians who were crowded together could not dodge and were shot down in a blink of an eye.
Shamokoben also wanted to break into the camp, defeat the enemy troops in such attacking camp, and regain the entire camp.
However, these rainy arrows were so oppressed that Shamoko couldn't raise his head, so how could he take the camp back?
Listening to the shrill howling sounds, the barbarians on both sides were like fragile wheat poles, and were ruthlessly harvested by the sickle of the god of death. Shamoko knew that the situation could not be reversed. If he could hold on like this, he would be so arrogant.
The Barbarian King is about to die here.
In desperation, Shamoko had to flee, leading a squad of remnants of troops, and then returned.
After only a few miles away, he suddenly saw a fire in front of him, shouting for killing, but Yan Liang's pursuers had already arrived.
Shamoke was shocked, the camp ahead was blocked, and Yanliang's army arrived in the back, and there was no way to escape. With an inspiration, he fled towards the Yuanshui River on the south bank.
When it was dawn, Shamoke finally fled to the edge of Yuanshui Beach. At this time, the barbarians were all scattered, and there were only a hundred people left by Shamoke.
Shamoke ordered the remaining soldiers to cut off all the swords and guns, then collected a few dead trees, and barely laid a few rows of rafts. More than a hundred people took advantage of the bamboo raft and paddled to the other side in a mess.
The direction of the other shore was quiet, and there was no soldiers from Yan's army. Shamoke wanted to escape to the other shore and then move west along the Yuan River, and then escape back to Yuanling City before Yan's army.
The raft had just entered the water for a while, Yan Liang led a large army to chase him on the shore.
Thousands of numbers hit Yan's soldiers who were still unsatisfied. Seeing Shamoke and other remaining soldiers escaped from the sky with such luck, they were all gritting their teeth with hatred, but unfortunately they could only sigh at the water.
Only Yan Liang looked calm, but he looked at Shamoko and his group who were leaving with his head held high.
"It's so annoying. We're just a little bit away from getting that guy." Hu Che'er cursed hatefully.
Yan Liang sneered and said lightly: "What's the point of being angry about? It's not that easy for Shamoko to run away."
Judging from Yan Liang's tone, it seemed that there was no way to catch Shamoko, but now the enemy raft is far away, and even if it is immediately set, it is too late. When the raft is set, Shamoko and the barbarians will probably have already arrived on the other side.
, and it is impossible to chase after it without a trace.
Hu Cheer was full of suspicion, but Yan Liang only looked calm and calm, looking at the turbulent waves and Yuanshui.
More than a hundred steps away, Shamoko was also looking proudly at the north shore.
Looking at the fierce Yan Jun, he had no choice but to stop on the shore, and could only watch himself and escape from their noses. Shamoko was so proud.
"Hmph, Yan Liang, even if you are wise and deceitful, you will still be a mistake. If it were me, I would have ambushed the army on this shore, and how could I allow me to escape easily? Haha--"
The more Shamoko thought about it, the more he became more and more proud he became. The originally terrified face suddenly appeared a little proud again.
In the heart of this barbarian king, he gradually began to contempt and disdain for Yan Liang again.
"A boat is coming downstream!"
Just as Shamoke was proud, some sharp-eyed barbarian soldier suddenly screamed.
Shamoko was shocked and looked downstream, but saw more than ten boats flying hundreds of steps downstream, and the bow of the boat was first, and an enemy general stood with his sword.
It is majestic, it is Zhou Cang.
Shamoke's expression changed drastically. Unexpectedly, his crow's mouth was even better. Yan Liang actually fell down and was waiting to ambush him on the water.
On the shore, when Yan Liang saw Zhou Cang lead the army to appear, a sneer flashed across the corner of his mouth.
Before the war, he had already speculated that when Shamoke was desperate, he would most likely choose to cross the Yuanshui River and flee, so Yan Liang ordered the Zhoucang to withdraw from the camp, change the boats, and cruise the Yuanshui River to prevent Shamo from
Ke escaped.
Now Zhou Cang has received the signal and is rushing towards here in a hurry, as if he is coming in time.
When Hu Cheer saw Zhou Cang appear, he knew that his lord had made arrangements long ago, so he couldn't help but say surprise: "It turns out that lord had made arrangements long ago."
A hint of pride flashed across Yan Liang's eyes, and he hugged the long sword, looked up at the distance with interest, and admired the chase and annihilation on the water.
When Shamoke on the water saw the enemy ship flying, he was frightened and anxiously scolded the barbarians for paddling desperately, trying to escape to the opposite shore before the enemy was approaching.
It’s a pity that the thick raft could not be faster than Yan Jun’s exquisite journey.
In a moment, more than ten boats led by Zhou Cang rushed towards him.
After more than ten steps apart, Yan's army on the boat began to shoot arrows. All the weapons of the barbarians were used as rafts. How could they avoid the sudden attack of sharp arrows?
After several rounds of shooting, half of the barbarian soldiers were shot into the Yuan River with arrows.
The remaining barbarians were frightened and desperately dodged the arrows. They were not willing to control the rafts. These rows of bamboo rafts lost control and drifted downstream.
Shamoke was anxious, but he could only dance with caltrops in his hand and desperately resisted the arrows. He watched the barbarians beside him be shot and killed one by one, and the bamboo rafts lost control and drifted away.
Zhou Cang's shooting was almost done, so he instructed the helmsman and drove the boat to speed towards the bamboo raft where Shamoke was.
Ten steps...five steps...one step...
But with a loud "bang", the boats that rushed towards us hit hard and hit the bamboo raft that was coming towards us.
Under the heavy blow, the already unsolid bamboo raft was instantly hit and disintegrated and split into pieces.
Shamoke shook his body, and his feet stepped on the air, and his huge body fell into the Yuanshui with a "bang".
Before he could scream, he had already choked into his mouth with a large stream of river water.
Although Wuxi people were born by the water, they were from the mountains. Shamoke's water quality was not good. When they fell into water, they were so panicked that they flew around and filled with water.
Looking at the embarrassing barbarian king, Zhou Cang laughed happily, and sat down to see that he had been flooded enough. When he was about to sink, the boat was about to approach. The ape stretched out his arm and pulled Shamoko out of the water.
It was brought out.
Alas!
Shamoko was thrown heavily on the deck. He was so choked by the water that he had no ferocious momentum. He just lay there, spitting out a large stream of river water.
After a sudden cough, Zhou Cang and others were surprised to see that a small fish was spitting out of Shamoke's mouth.