Five hundred and seventieth chapters butcher's end
"Ma Chao, Pang De is here, do you dare to come down and fight!" At the bottom of the slope, Pang De raised his sword and shouted for battle.
Ma Chao almost burst his lungs when he heard that the traitorous general under his command was now challenging him wantonly in Poshan.
"Pang De, you betrayer!" Ma Chao was so angry that he wanted to rush down the mountain and fight to the death with Pang De.
However, Ma Chao could only swallow his anger. He simply did not have the courage to rush downhill.
The dense and endless wave of Yan's army, even if one person has a spittle, can drown him. If he rushes down now, he will be seeking his own death.
Hearing Pang De's wanton shouting of war, Ma Chao could only scold angrily, cursing like a shrew to relieve his inner resentment.
"Ma Mengqi, the situation is over now. There is no point in fighting anymore. Why don't we surrender to Yan Liang? Only by surrendering can we possibly save our lives."
Next to him, Liu Zhang, who was tied to a horse, begged Ma Chao anxiously.
At this time, Liu Zhang no longer had any hope of reviving his great cause in Yizhou. The only thing he hoped for now was to save his poor life.
"You trash, you just know how to surrender. I want you to surrender." Ma Chao cursed angrily, stepped forward on his horse, kicked him up with a flying kick.
Liu Zhang, who was unprepared, was kicked out and fell heavily to the ground.
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There was a sound of bones breaking, and Liu Zhang, whose hands were tied behind his back, fell to the ground with his arms facing down and were immediately broken.
The fractured Liu Zhang gritted his teeth in pain and howled in pain on the spot.
Ma Chao turned a blind eye. He was still angry and jumped off his horse. He kicked Liu Zhang one after another.
"You loser, you dare to ask me to surrender to the Yan thief, I will tell you to surrender, I will tell you to surrender."
He kept chattering and kicked hard. Under Ma Chao's heavy legs, Liu Zhang was kicked and rolled around. In the blink of an eye, his body was covered with bruises, and he didn't know how many bones were broken.
"Meng Qi, spare his life, Meng Qi, please spare his life..."
Poor Liu Zhang howled in pain and begged the crazy Ma Chao for mercy over and over again.
Ma Chao turned a deaf ear and only vented his anger.
At this moment, Ma Chao couldn't defeat Yan Liang and was reduced to this. He could only vent his anger on Liu Zhang, who had no power to restrain the chicken.
I don't know how long he kicked until his feet were numb and he was out of breath, then Ma Chao finally gave up.
At this time, Liu Zhang had been kicked to death for half his life. At this moment, he didn't even have the strength to beg for mercy. He just lay there, moaning happily.
It was a good thing that Liu Zhang was wearing fine armor, otherwise, with Ma Chao's strength, Liu Zhang would have been killed by this violent beating.
Ma Chao, who was kicked until he had no strength, sat down on a stone next to him, wiping the sweat from his head and still panting and insulting Liu Zhang.
While cursing, Ma Chao suddenly felt something was wrong and subconsciously closed his mouth.
The originally noisy surroundings suddenly became silent. The soldiers at the foot of the hillside seemed to be dead, and there was no sound in the blink of an eye.
It's so quiet that it's scary, it's so quiet that it makes one's hair stand on end.
Ma Chao's heart trembled, he quickly got on his horse, raised his gun and looked down the slope.
Yan Jun did not disappear, the firelight as dense as stars was still there.
Under the firelight, the forest-like swords and halberds all reflected the frightening cold light, staring at him like a pair of eyes of the god of death.
Tens of thousands of people stood there silently, and the power of silence frightened Ma Chao and his remaining soldiers even more than the earth-shattering shouts of death.
At the bottom of the slope, Yan Liang saw Ma Chao standing on the slope by the firelight, and winked at Pang De.
Pang De then shouted loudly: "Ma Chao, now you have no way out, if you don't come and surrender to my lord, how long will it take?"
"Bah, you shameless traitor. I, Ma Chao, have been a prince for generations and come from a famous family. How can I surrender to that humble man named Yan? You can only dream." The angry Ma Chao refused Pound's persuasion to surrender.
Pang De secretly gritted his teeth and turned to Yan Liang for instructions.
Yan Liang took a few steps forward on his horse and said coldly: "Ma Chao, if you don't surrender, then come down the slope and fight me to the death. What kind of man are you hiding up there and being a tortoise with your head shrinking?"
Yan Liang's words were full of sarcasm.
Ma Chao, who was on the slope, blushed when he heard this, and his face turned red with anger. He really wanted to rush down and fight to the death.
"You thief named Yan, I just won't go down. If you have the guts, just come up and kill you. Even if I die in battle, I will kill you happily."
Ma Chao is acting like a "rogue".
Even if he has the advantage of the terrain, it is simply a fool's errand to try to hold on to that one-third of an acre of land with such a small bag of dirt and a thousand remaining soldiers.
Yan Liang only had to say a word, and tens of thousands of lions came from all directions, rushing up the hillside in an instant and crushing Ma Chao and his remaining soldiers.
Ma Chao knew this, but he still neither surrendered nor rushed downhill. He was obviously determined to survive for a while, just for a moment.
"My lord, Ma Chao is so shameless. Why do we need to waste time with him? As long as my lord gives the order, the army will attack from all sides and grind that kid into a pulp." Huang Zhong was annoyed by Ma Chao's rogueness and sighed with emotion.
Please fight.
All the generals under his command enthusiastically called for battle.
Yan Liang sneered: "Killing Ma Chao, who is like a lost dog, is just a waste of the lives of my soldiers. I can make Ma Chao roll down the mountain obediently."
There are still more than a thousand enemy soldiers on Tushan Mountain, and Ma Chao's bravery is well known to the world. Even if Yan Liang attacks the mountain and levels it, at least a thousand soldiers will lose their lives.
Now that the overall situation has been decided, how could Yan Liang let his soldiers make sacrifices in vain?
At that moment, Yan Liang sent an order to mobilize elite crossbowmen, gathered at the foot of the mountain, and launched a volley towards the top of the mountain.
At the command, three thousand crossbowmen loosened their strings in unison, and with a deafening buzz, countless streams of light rose into the sky, drew graceful arcs, and headed straight to the top of the slope.
Like rain of arrows, they poured down.
The sound of screams rose like a tide, and in the blink of an eye, more than a hundred enemy soldiers were shot to the ground.
The frightened Ma Chao originally thought that Yan Liang would attack with force, but he never expected that Yan Liang would do such a thing to him.
The mountain was completely empty, with not even a tree. There was nowhere to hide from the arrows. Ma Chao could only dance wildly with the silver spear in his hand, trying his best to block the rain of arrows.
Ma Chao has excellent martial arts and quick reflexes. Although the arrows are dense, it is difficult to hurt him.
However, the remaining soldiers under his command were not so lucky.
The light was dark and there was nowhere to hide. Even if those poor people tried their best, they could not block the arrows that were as dense as locusts.
Screams came one after another, and people kept falling in a pool of blood. In a short time, more than a thousand soldiers were dead or injured, and most of them had been hit by arrows.
But Yan Liang, who was at the bottom of the mountain, was holding the Qinglong Sword in his arms, admiring the massacre in the night with great interest.
An arrow shot through the flaw in the spear point and passed close to Ma Chao's neck. With only a small amount of shame, it was able to shoot through Ma Chao's neck.
Frightened, Ma Chao quickly realized that if he continued to hold on like this, all of his soldiers would be shot dead, and by then, Ma Chao would be reduced to nothing.
Death is inevitable after all, and being alone, he will undoubtedly die an even more humiliating death.
At this time, Ma Chao had no way out.
"Damn, you are a thief, you are bullying me too much, I will fight you"
In desperation, Ma Chao was angered and raised his gun and shouted: "My brothers in Xiliang, you will die if you hide here, and you will die if you kill them. Follow me and kill the generals, and fight vigorously."
Amidst the loud shouts, Ma Chao jumped on his horse, wielded his sword, and rushed down the slope against the rain of arrows.
On the hillside, the remaining few hundred Xiliang sergeants, with the intention of fighting to the death, followed Ma Chao and ran down the hill.
A sneer flashed across Yan Liang's sharp-edged face.
Ma Chao, the scoundrel, finally couldn't play anymore and was planning to make a last ditch effort.
Yan Liang made a move and the order was passed down, and the three thousand crossbowmen quickly stopped firing arrows.
The horsewhip was pointed again, and in front of the hillside, four thousand spearmen stepped forward. The forest-like density of spears was set up, and they all aimed at the swooping enemy.
Amidst the scattered shouts of killing, Ma Chao and his hundreds of remnant soldiers rushed towards them like rolling rocks.
What greeted them was dense rows of guns.
The moment the two armies collided, shrill screams tore through the night sky. Of the five hundred remaining Xiliang troops, more than a hundred of them were turned into meat skewers in the first instant.
Ma Chao, on the other hand, relied on his exquisite marksmanship to tear a hole in the gun wall, and led his remaining soldiers to rush into Yan Jun's formation.
However, what awaited Ma Chao was an even denser sea of people.
Countless Yan Jun soldiers, brandishing swords and guns, surrounded him from all directions, desperately trying to capture Ma Chao's head.
Everyone knows the value of Ma Chao's head. Whoever can cut off Ma Chao's head and their master who has clear rewards and punishments may turn them from a soldier to a captain in one leap.
Under the heavy reward, Yan Jun's soldiers, with their eyes gleaming with blood, desperately pounced on Ma Chao.
Ma Chao, who was struggling to his death, danced wildly with the silver gun in his hand, trying his best to kill the oncoming enemies. However, he soon discovered that Yan Jun seemed to be endless, killing one batch after another, and none at all.
Endless.
The few hundred remaining Xiliang soldiers were all surrounded and killed by Yan Liang. The Xiliang soldiers, who had become so arrogant and famous throughout the world, were being destroyed under Ma Chao's command.
Yan Liang, on the other hand, stopped his horse more than ten steps away, coldly admiring Ma Chao's death struggle.
Ma Chao, who was covered in blood, was extremely angry and shouted loudly: "Where is Yan Liang, the dog thief, who has the courage to come and fight Ma Chao to the death?"
Facing Ma Chao's arrogant cry for war, Huang Zhong said angrily: "My lord, this boy is so arrogant when he is about to die. Please allow me to cut off his head."