Watching Ma Teng's army flying down from the hills, Han Sui's heart was dripping blood.

When he was at the city gate, he was still thinking about how to reduce the number of his troops as much as possible, and now it seems that whether he can be saved or not is another matter.

Ma Teng's tens of thousands of troops rushed from Zu Li hundreds of miles away to the hills in front of him, and then rushed down from the sand dunes, like lightning falling from the sky, hundreds of miles away in the blink of an eye. They came too fast, so fast that he couldn't react, so fast that he watched his ambition vanish.

Originally, Han Sui thought that he was holding Ma Chao in the palm of his hand, but in the end he found out that he was the one who was pinched by Ma Teng or Luoyang.

The ridge line of the mound has been trampled off by the horse's hooves, the yellow sand is still flying wantonly in the field of vision, the bright moon can no longer be seen, and there is only boundless black in everyone's eyes.

Black sandstorms, black war horses, black knights, and black knives.

The temperature difference between day and night in the desert is already large, the wind rises suddenly, and the moonlight in front of me that is covered by yellow sand is also a little cold.

Han Sui's eyes narrowed slightly, and he didn't dare to look directly at the edge of the knife, for fear that his eyes would be stabbed by this murderous aura if he was not careful. Yan Xing had already taken command of the army, and with a roar of rage, the army went upstream, colliding with Ma Teng's army under the sand dunes.

"Boom!"

With a loud bang, the yellow sand was violently lifted under the dunes, and tens of thousands of troops were submerged in the entire sand tent.

Although Yan Xing is brave, he is also known as the Xiliang warrior on the same level as Ma Chao, and Mo Luo and Cheng Yin also have the courage of ten thousand people, but how much role does the three of them play alone?

On the battlefield of legionary combat, the strength of the individual is limited after all.

Ma Teng, Ma Dai, and the seven or eight lieutenants under his command had several spears and broadswords wrapped around them like appendages, so that they could not be distracted at all.

The other knights, led by the two brothers, Ma Xiu and Ma Tie, rushed into the formation of Han Sui's army like a sharp blade. They were either in groups of five or seven, with one leading the way and the rest on either side, and the whole formation was like an arrow, like an iron cone.

The scimitars in their hands are the cold arrows on the arrows, and the sharp arrows on their strings are like the cold rays on the iron cone that Zhang Liang stabbed Qin Shi Huang in Bolangsha.

They constantly changed their positions in the formation, sometimes rushing left, sometimes striking right, sometimes moving forward quickly, sometimes suddenly stopping and scattering at the same time like a goddess scattering flowers, so that the enemy army could not figure out their situation, and the enemy army was like a mouse dragging a turtle without a way to start.

Soon, under the leadership of Ma Xiu and Ma Tie, they swords came out together to open a bloody road to Han Sui.

However, Han Sui and Song Jian didn't know that the sand tent had lost their eyes and the eyes of the soldiers under their command.

The crowd couldn't see the situation inside clearly, all they could see was the sand tent, which was like a giant beast with its mouth wide open.

The soldiers under Yan Xing and Moro's tent rushed in like moths to the flames, and in an instant, they were thrown out again, and reappeared in front of everyone's eyes. But these soldiers have lost their lives and become dead souls in the desert, like those bones buried under the Silk Road.

But Han Sui and Song Jian didn't dare to wave their troops forward at all, because Ma Chao and Pang De, who were the best under Ma Teng's tent, had not yet appeared, because there were more than 10,000 cavalrymen with scimitars on the ridge of the mound looking down on them.

Blood soaked the yellow sand, and the yellow sand gradually condensed, gradually changing color, and gradually thickened like a crimson swamp.

Suddenly, a scream came from the sand tent, like a Shar Pei dog whose tail had been stepped on, and the sound was heart-rending and chilling. Then, a handful of thistle bones flew into the air from the sand tent, and then plunged down and stabbed obliquely in front of Song Jian's horse, splashing half a meter of yellow sand.

The war horse roared, and Song Jian and Han Sui changed color together.

That's Moro's weapon!

That's Moro's life, too!

The knife is in the people, and the knife is dead!

"Withdraw!"

With an exclamation, Yang Qiu, Li Kan, Cheng Gongying, Shi Huaide and others quickly turned their horses' heads to protect Han Sui and Song Jian, and galloped in the direction of Lintao.

Poor Han Sui originally wanted to take advantage of Wang Li's self-care to rise again, but he encountered Ma Shoucheng, a sworn brother who had been entangled in his life for more than ten years, and retreated in a battle, and had to put his ambition into the desert yellow sand.

Hey, this is: the moon is dark and the yellow sand is high, and Han Sui fled at night. I wanted to go down to Liangzhou, but who knew that I would go to Lintao.

……

Li Bai said: The destiny of heaven has a fixed end, and it is absolutely necessary to keep it. This is to tell everyone that the destiny of heaven has its own fixed number, and you still need to keep your own duty.

Han Sui did not keep his duty and could only flee back to Lintao. And Sun Jian ignored Wang Li's life-saving grace in the past, and led the Sun family to drive a long car to the huge waves of soldiers near the Lujiang River, and also met the person who could not be avoided in the process of the Sun family in Jiangdong.

Bishui passed through the Dabie Mountain, drilled out of the forest valley, roared and roared and galloped through, rolling up one snow-white wave after another, rising and falling, as if the galloping white horse hit the shore, and the rocks on the shore were washed smooth and smooth.

The breeze gently blows across the river, and the slightest contact with the huge waves separates some of the water vapor, and falls to the steep cliffs on both sides of the water, turning into a mist and pouring down.

Sun Jian shook off the crowds of Sun Ce, Huang Gai and others and slowly came to the edge of the cliff, looked at the rushing river under the cliff, felt the breath with water mist, and took a deep breath: "I have only left Yangzhou for two days, and I miss the taste of this water a little."

It's a pity that this Dabie Mountain and Tianzhu Mountain cross the border of Yuzhou and Yangzhou, the water flow is turbulent and the terrain is dangerous, and the ships can not go upstream, otherwise the banner is a move, and my Jiangdong Navy is racing to cross a thousand sails together, what a magnificent and majestic it is? ”

Sun Ce stepped forward and came to the cliff, helped Sun Jian and nodded in response: "What Father Shuai said is very true!" Our Jiangdong naval army is invincible in the world, and when the Yuan Shubing soldiers went down to Qichun in the past, hundreds of warships and building ships swung straight to the river, and the Qichun guards Lei Bo and Yu Shi and others were already scared! ”

"A leaf blinds the eyes, and Mount Tai is not seen; Two beans plug the ears, and do not smell the thunder. Cheng Pu took the robe from the hand of the guard, put it on Sun Jian and said with a smile, "Did the marshal and the young general only see that my Jiangdong Navy is a dragon in the water, and forget that they are also tigers in the mountains?" ”

Sun Jian laughed loudly when he heard this, his eyes were slightly small, and a light flashed in his tiger eyes: "What Demou said is exact." In the past, Ping Liu Xuan, he would definitely meet Ji, cut down Linhai, take Danyang, and turn to Luling and Yuzhang, all of which relied on these sons to win, and their courage and toughness should not be underestimated!

Since Dong Thief entered Beijing for more than ten years, the world's famous elite soldiers are nothing more than Dong Thief's Xiliang Horse, Wang Li's White Horse Yicong and Trap Camp, Gongsun Zhan's Whirlwind Assault Cavalry, Big Eared Thief's White Guard, Cao Cao's Tiger and Leopard Cavalry and Ju Yi's Xiandeng Camp, how could he ever put my Jiangdong Naval Army and Danyang Elite Soldiers in his eyes?

However, now that the Xiliang horse is long gone, the whirlwind cavalry has become ancient, and the first camp has also had ups and downs, and there are only a few armies such as the White Horse Yicong, the Trap Camp and the Tiger and Leopard Cavalry galloping in the world.

Since it has been discovered that Lu Kang Lao'er dares to stop us in the Lujiang River, and my warships and building ships in Jiangdong cannot cross the Dabie Mountain, then let the people of the world see the strength of my Danyang elite soldiers today, what's wrong! ”

Everyone laughed in response, startled a few fallen leaves, startled a few waves, and the sound was as majestic as the surging water under their feet.