The western camp of the Wei army.

The sound of killing shook the sky, and the drums shook the ground.

Pang De was commanding 5,000 Han troops, shouting at the Wei camp for foreign aid, and more than a dozen cowhide drums were beating the sky.

The Han army was immense, as if tens of thousands of troops were attacking.

Pang De is not stupid, although in order to prove his loyalty to Liu Bei, he stood up at the critical moment to receive this "death" task, but he did not intend to really send him to death.

Therefore, after Pang De led the army to the Wei camp, he only waved his flag and shouted and beat the war drums, creating the illusion that the main force of the Han army would break through from the western camp, but he was reluctant to really attack.

The Wei army was really fooled, and did not lead the army to fight back, but kept firing arrows outside the camp to prevent the "main force" of the Han army from breaking through.

Pang De held the big shield high, and the sharp arrows that rained down against him, and secretly thought in his heart: "The Wei army really doesn't know my reality, as long as I hold on for a while, until Your Majesty successfully breaks through the enemy's northern siege, I can rush to the rendezvous." ”

Pound's eyes looked to the north, and he was already thinking about when he might get out of the way.

Tom tom!

At this moment, in the Wei camp, the war drums sounded loudly, overwhelming the drums of the Han army in a blink of an eye.

The rain of arrows suddenly stopped, and the originally closed camp gate suddenly opened.

The sound of killing rose like a tide, and tens of thousands of Wei soldiers suddenly rushed out of the camp like a tidal wave that burst the embankment.

A big banner with the word "Zhang", dazzling and flying, led the Wei army to crash into the Han army that was bluffing.

Zhang Ren actually took the initiative!

Pound was taken aback, and his face changed immediately.

He originally thought that his bluff had successfully deceived the Wei army in Xiying, and that Zhang Ren would not dare to lead the army to attack, so he could only stick to the camp and wait for Su Zhe to send the main force to come to the rescue.

He never expected that Zhang Ren would suddenly launch a counterattack at this time.

It was as if the Wei army had seen through their strategy of breaking through and wanted to attack in a big way to destroy his feint army.

"Damn it~~" Pound gritted his teeth secretly.

At his astonishing moment, the Wei army had already surged, drowning and crushing five thousand Han soldiers in an instant.

When the number of Wei soldiers was more than six times that of the Han army, they found that the Han army was bluffing outside the camp, but only a few thousand people, they were all full of fighting spirit.

Zhang Ren carried the knife on his horse, charged ahead, and opened the bow left and right with the sword in his hand, splashing blood on the limbs of the panicked Han army, leaving no piece of armor.

"Retreat, quickly retreat to the northern camp!"

Pang De's sword danced wildly, slashing the five Wei soldiers who came in front of him, and roared loudly.

The Wei army has seen through his carving insect skills, and forcing another battle can only wipe out the whole army, even Pang De has no determination to fight to the death at this moment, so he can only order a retreat.

It's late.

The Han army relied on the Wei camp too much, and the Wei army suddenly killed like this, how could they withdraw in time, and they were quickly rushed to pieces, falling into a situation of being wantonly surrounded and killed.

"Pound, today is your death date, where are you going to escape!"

In the chaos of the army, with a roar and angry shouts, Zhang Ren stepped on the bloody road, tore apart the enemies who blocked him, and killed Pang De with an unrivaled momentum.

Pound's eyes were instantly bloodshot, his ambition and arrogance were aroused, and he scolded angrily: "Traitor, I want your life today!" ”

Two black figures, two blood-stained broadswords, and two long bloody paths pierced through the chaotic army and collided violently.

Throat!

The sparks splashed wildly, and the deafening sound of impact echoed between heaven and earth, and the ring-shaped impact air flow easily lifted the nearby enemy soldiers into the air like paper straw men.

Passing by by mistake, the two fierce generals who were the best in the world were both slightly shocked, and the blood in their chests was agitated.

In one move, Pound only had a slight upper hand.

Zhang Ren turned his horse back, pointed at Pang De, and said loudly: "Pang De, you used to be a general of the Ma family, and now that the Ma clan has all surrendered to Great Wei, why are you still obsessed!" ”

Pound scolded angrily: "I, Pound, have long broken off with the surname Ma, you traitors, I dominate you!" ”

The angry Pound, slapping the horse with a knife, dragged a long tail dust, and attacked again.

"Stubborn, self-defeating!"

Zhang Ren snorted coldly, slapped the horse with a knife, and attacked without fear.

The knives collided with each other in an instant, splashing sparks in the air, and a ring of shock waves swept the ground under his feet to a thousand holes.

Pang De's martial arts are indeed slightly better than Zhang's.

It's just a slight victory, the two are in the same realm, such a slight gap, if you want to separate the winner from the loser, it is impossible without a thousand moves.

The shadow of the sword in the sky covered the two of them, and the two fell into a death match in the blink of an eye, and it was difficult to distinguish between victory and defeat.

Pang De had a slight upper hand, but his 5,000-strong Han army was completely defeated.

And the onslaught of the six-fold Wei army, in a moment, his subordinates were killed and wounded, and there were less than 2,000 remains.

When Pound and Zhang Ren confronted, they squinted around from time to time, and all they saw was that his soldiers were ruthlessly beheaded, and a young body with a desperate wail fell in a pool of blood.

There are fewer and fewer Han troops around, but there are more and more Wei troops, and they are about to be surrounded by an iron bucket array, and at that time, even if he defeats Zhang Ren, he will not be able to escape the siege of thousands of troops.

Pound's will to fight is crumbling, and all anger is replaced by endless desolation and despair.

"Damn, how can I, Pound, die at the hands of this traitor!"

As soon as he gritted his teeth, he forced Zhang Ren back with a few swords, slapped his horse and dragged his knife, crushed the Wei army that blocked him, and fled north.

"Pound, do you think you can go!" Zhang Ren shouted loudly, slapped his horse and chased after him.

The 5,000 Han troops had been slaughtered cleanly, and the entire Ximen Wei camp had been stained with blood.

Pang De relied on his immortal martial arts, led more than 300 cavalry, and cut a bloody path to kill in the north.

The Wei army behind him was thrown farther and farther away, and the pursuers gradually moved away, and Pang Dechang breathed a sigh of relief.

He looked up to the north, only to hear the sound of killing in the north, and guessed that the main force led by Liu Bei had launched a fierce attack on the northern camp of the Wei army.

"I should have succeeded in attracting the attention of the Wei army, at this time Your Majesty may have penetrated the enemy camp, I should be able to arrive in time......"

Pound was naturally comforted in his heart, and quietly breathed a sigh of relief, and hope resurfaced in his eyes.

At this moment, a team of iron cavalry suddenly came out from the diagonal direction, and in the blink of an eye, the three hundred Han troops were scattered.

Pang De's face changed in shock, he didn't expect to kill the Wei cavalry here, so he had to hurriedly dance the war knife in his hand and slash the oncoming Wei cavalry to the ground one after another.

"Pang Lingming, when are you still obsessed!"

In the chaos, a thunderous shout suddenly sounded, and the familiar sound shocked Pound's expression.

In an instant, he felt a fierce and incomparable murderous aura, rushing towards his face, which made him feel like he was suffocating.

"Could it be him?" Pound's face couldn't help but change in shock.

When he looked at it, he saw a familiar silver armor and silver helmet, like a god, rushing towards him.

Ma Chao!

Xiliang Lion Ma Chao, the eldest son of the Ma clan to whom he had been loyal was killed, blocking him from fleeing.

Ma Chao pointed his gun at Pang De and said sharply: "Pang De, that hypocrite Liu Bei is not worthy of your martyrdom for him, surrender to Great Wei, let's fight side by side again, and fight bloodily for the Son of Great Wei!" ”

Seeing the old master, Pound's mood turned upside down, and he roared and scolded: "Ma Chao, I, Pound, will never learn from you to be the traitor!" ”

He seemed to be crazy, knowing that he was not Ma Chao's opponent, he still slapped the horse and danced the knife and rushed towards Ma Chao.

Ma Chao was also angry and scolded: "Pound, you still don't want to wake up, right, then I'll wake you up!" ”

With a long roar, the silver spear in Ma Chao's hand rolled up with a storm-like force and stabbed upward.

Pound roared like a dying beast, his sword wrapped in a thick mist of blood, fearlessly facing it head-on.