Chapter Twenty-Seven: The Battle of Weinan [End]
The Black Mountain sergeants and the Liangzhou soldiers fought in the streets, and the enemy and the enemy fell in a pool of blood every moment amid the shouts of killing. The blood was reflected in Ma Yue's reddened eyes, and even more on the ring knife that Zhang Niu's horns raised towards him.
For many years, the joy of the rebel army taking the head of the enemy, and the roar of shouting who dares to fight with me made his blood boil.
But he's not keen on it for a long time.
Yin killed He Jin, and injured his wrist in the duel with Wu Kuang, and since then he has stopped fighting with others.
He doesn't have to, it can be said that he doesn't have the courage, but also because he has more responsibilities on his shoulders. His life was no longer his own.
Therefore, seeing Zhang Niujiao challenging himself with a ring knife, Ma Yue was stunned.
After Ma Yue fought with Wu Kuang once, he secretly said to himself, don't fight with anyone anymore.
This feeling is especially strong when Zhang Niujiao raises the blade against himself.
He could easily turn back a duel with a bull's horn, and he thought so. But when he saw Zhang Niujiao's angry expression, he had already retracted the hand that had already beckoned people to fight, and held the battle axe beside him.
Standing in front of him was a warrior, perhaps whose status was low to the dust. It is not a samurai, but the samurai are a group, and Ma Yue was born with this, and he understands more clearly what drives one after another samurai to throw their heads on the battlefield and spill their blood in duels.
Loyal, brave.
But Zhang Niujiao, who and what are you loyal to?
Ma Yue stepped onto the tall horse led by his entourage, and Ma Chao said in front of him: "Uncle, nephew, please fight." ”
Ma Yue glanced at Ma Chao, he was young, heroic, strong, powerful, with blond hair like an angry lion. If it was Ma Chao, he would definitely be able to agree to this duel. But he waved his hand and did not speak.
Ma Chao rode his horse around, and the heavily armored army that stopped in front of him retreated silently, and the horses kicked and snorted to make way for him.
"If this is your last fight, I'm willing to give you an opponent worthy of your status." Ma Yue held a pocket under his arm, paced to the opposite side of Zhang Niujiao, bowed his head and said, "If this is my last battle, I hope for a bet worthy of my life." ”
The sacrificing battle of Meiyang Hou and Liangzhou Mu Ma Yue is the greatest glory he can give a martial artist.
"Montenegrin sons, if I die in this battle, the Montenegrin army will withdraw from this battle that does not belong to us!" Zhang Niujiao turned and shouted, pacing out from the horse, and the whole battlefield subsided. The Liangzhou army set up a strong bow and crossbow at the head of the house wall, pointing at the Montenegrin army but no longer firing. The Black Mountain sergeant made an attack posture with a short sword and spear, but none of them attacked again.
The battle of promises between the two leaders is extremely rare in this era. Everyone unanimously gave up enough space for the two to duel, and the people on the long street watched the two intently.
The awe-inspiring killing intent permeated the air.
"Ma Zhoumu, such a bet, is it good?"
Ma Yue bowed his head slightly, turned his head and shouted, "Lead a horse!" ”
The brave and proud Liangzhou sergeant walked into the county office, led a horse equipped with an ordinary saddle to Zhang Niujiao, and handed over his reins.
Zhang Niujiao got on the horse and raised the ring knife in his hand. Ma Yue raised his right arm and pointed high into the sky.
Behind him, the flags were unfurled, the war drums suddenly sounded, and the sound of military music sounded in front of the Weinan County Office, which was deafening.
"Captain Montenegro, let the horses come!"
With a roar, Ma Yue instigated his war horse, and the battle axe in his hand swung backwards. This feeling of blood boiling has been lost for a long time.
"Kill!"
Zhang Niujiao did not have a superfluous word, the horn on his waist swayed up and down with the gallop of the horse, and he opened his five fingers to throw out a knife flower in the gallop, and tightly held the handle of the knife and rushed towards Ma Yue.
Isn't it risking your life?
Here you go!
More than ten steps away, in a flash.
The swords and axes struck, and the violent vibration was transmitted to Zhang Niujiao's wrist, and he clearly felt that Ma Yue's martial arts had slackened over the years.
In the night attack in Jizhou eight years ago, Zhang Niujiao once rescued Chu Yan under Ma Yue's knife, and that knife made him palpitate. But today's tomahawks don't feel that way. At that time, he invited Ma Yue to fight, but he was entangled by the generals surnamed Yan beside him. This is an eight-year competition, and Zhang Niujiao is bound to win.
Ma Yue's martial arts have indeed slackened, although he has been in power for several years, most of his time is spent on decision-making strategies, rather than the former battle competitions. Moreover, in a huge Liangzhou, the official system has not yet been established stably, and everything needs to be done by himself. This is a very sad fact, although he became famous for martial arts, the reality of today no longer allows him to work hard and study martial arts as before.
Against Zhang Niujiao, it was a little difficult.
Three rounds passed in a flash, Ma Yue's battle axe was once again opened by Zhang Niujiao, and in an instant when the heavy axe didn't have time to spin, Zhang Niujiao slashed and slashed Ma Yue's head.
There was a cold light on the knife light, and the sharp edge grazed Ma Yue's forehead, striking a string of sparks on the scarf.
At this moment, Ma Yue's axe handle was also heavily across the belly of Zhang Niujiao.
Ma Yue didn't intend to block such a knife at all, he firmly believed that he could dodge such a knife, so when Zhang Niujiao found the right time to slash such a knife, he had already lifted the axe upside down, leaned back to avoid the knife, and smashed the handle of the axe into Zhang Niujiao's abdomen.
With a "bang", the two horses staggered, and Zhang Niujiao was knocked off the horse by this blow.
He didn't have a high bridge saddle, nor did he have a double horse pedal to borrow, not to mention himself, the old Zhang Niujiao was not an opponent of Ma Yue in his prime.
Even if Ma Yue has slackened his martial arts over the years.
Galloping past, the horse galloped to the door of the official office, threw the heavy axe, and jumped down from the horse.
The figure with horns on the ground on his face slowly drew the Liangzhou short sword under his ribs.
The short sword of more than two feet is covered with finely forged lines, light and dangerous.
Ma Yue walked over step by step, and the well-forged axe handle smashed against the soft abdomen with bones under the high-speed impact, and Ma Yue knew how strong it was.
Zhang Niujiao crawled on the ground in embarrassment, coughing up bitter water in his mouth, the ring knife nailed to the ground to support his body and not fall, and Yu Guang watched Ma Yue slowly approach step by step.
"I won't kill you, you can retreat."
Ma Yue said as he approached. It's not that he didn't want to kill Zhang Niujiao, because the Montenegrin army led by this man caused more than half of his Liangzhou men to be damaged, and he personally set fire to the wooden frame covered with robes three times...... But he can't kill if he doesn't have to. As far as he knew, Chu Feiyan had tens of thousands of troops in Hedong, and the Huns of Liu Bao told him the news.
Once Zhang Niujiao died, what Chu Yan would do, Ma Yue didn't dare to think about it.
At this time, if Yuan Shao gets tens of thousands of new troops, he is afraid that it will be difficult for him to return to Liangzhou.
Zhang Niujiao raised his head with a pained look on his face, but he shook his head firmly.
Ma Yue walked up to Zhang Niujiao and stabbed the short sword down without a trace of mercy.
With a 'ping' sound, the short sword was framed around the knife, and Zhang Niujiao actually knelt up in this situation and blocked Ma Yue's knife.
Ma Yue no longer had any fetters in his heart, raised his leg and kicked Zhang Niujiao's shoulder, and the iron shoes covered with foot armor kicked Zhang Niujiao over a heel, and the ring knife also fell aside.
Zhang Niujiao staggered to his feet, but was stabbed into the abdomen by the short sword that followed.
"It's too late to go." Ma Yue held Zhang Niujiao's body in one hand, and said in a cold tone: "If you don't retreat, you can only die here." ”
Pushing Zhang Niu's horns away, Ma Yue gave him another chance.
He had already won the battle, but this man from the Yellow Turban Lux didn't seem to understand what it meant to admit defeat, and leaned over again and again with a pair of fists and covered in blood.
It was as if he was begging for death.
Ma Yue couldn't bear to attack again, and slowly retreated step by step, Zhang Niujiao suddenly took a step forward, and even his feet couldn't stand steadily, but he smashed his fist Ma Yue's face.
"You, come!" Ma Yue was punched and retreated quickly, Zhang Niujiao staggered and waved his fist, and shouted: "You come, kill me, kill me, and the Montenegrin army will retreat, come!" ”
Zhang Niujiao was forcing Ma Yue, and he already knew that he couldn't win this battle between two people. If he doesn't die, this battle will continue, so he will never admit defeat.
Ma Yue took a few steps back again, killing people is the easiest when life and death are inseparable...... It's often hard to get started as a winner.
But he had no way to retreat, and behind him were countless Liangzhou troops. He couldn't let them see that the leader he believed in was retreating.
"Kill!"
Ma Yue shouted, and a lunge rushed to Zhang Niujiao's side, and the short sword stabbed him in the neck fiercely.
At that moment, he clearly saw the relief that flashed in Zhang Niujiao's eyes.
"The enemy will be slain by me! Montenegrin Army, a promise to withdraw from the battlefield! ”
Amid the overwhelming cheers, a younger Montenegrin sergeant picked up the horn on the side of the horn, beckoned his subordinates to carry his body, and blew the horn.
The tidal wave of the Montenegrin army retreated, regardless of it.
Ascending the city tower, Ma Yue saw pieces of Montenegrin soldiers attacking Yuan Shaojun's camp, and the Han army couldn't stop it, so he could only let the disobedient Montenegrin army divide into several groups and retreat in the direction of Tongguan.
This war, won.
There is a great opportunity in front of him, how can he let go?
Faced with the current situation, Ma Yue did not hesitate, although his subordinates were all tired divisions, he still did not hesitate to step on his horse and raise his short sword and shouted: "Cover the armor army, attack the enemy's main formation, and defeat the enemy!" ”
"Crush the enemy!"
The light cavalry took the lead in running out of the city gate, and the heavy cavalry kicked out the heavy footsteps and rushed towards the enemy camp.
The soldiers of Yuan who were scattered by the chaotic Black Mountain Army were just when the people's hearts were uncertain, and suddenly they saw that the defeated army reappeared, and the army's morale was scattered at the moment.
In the shouting of killing, the gate guards of the Yuan army hurriedly closed the camp gate, how could the arrows of the armored light horse shoot into the rain, but it was difficult to block for a moment, and the camp gate was stepped into by the Liangzhou horse, and the fierce gods and evil men carrying the battle axe all entered the camp, with swords and axes, leaving a stump and broken arm.
Yuan Shao, who was furious, could only order the army to retreat, leaving Yan Liang to command the halberd warriors.
In this battle, Ma Yue retreated fifty miles from Yuan Shao until Huayin was recovered.
The balance of the war has returned to the same as at the beginning, except for a half-destroyed Weinan city, and thousands of small wooden boxes under the city or in Liangzhou.