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In the dark night, Zhang Yuan led 3,000 elite soldiers, under the cover of night, and went straight to the camp of the Wang army on the bank of the Surabaya River.

The negotiation had just been completed during the day, and after a few hours, Zhang Yuan launched a night attack, which he just wanted to make Liu Bao and Wang Hui unexpected.

Half an hour later, Zhang Yuan led a thousand middle route troops to reach the enemy camp, ordered the soldiers and horses to stop, and looked at the enemy camp from afar.

A quarter of an hour later, on the left side of the enemy camp, countless fires rose into the sky, and the sound of shouts of killing shattered the night sky.

Subsequently, in the area of Liu Ying's right flank, the fire and the sound of killing rose to the sky, and Hua Rong also led a thousand elite soldiers, almost at the same time to attack.

In a moment, the entire camp of the Wang army was along the front line of the camp, and the flames were soaring into the sky, as if the flaming beasts in the ground had turned over and burned all the way to the hinterland of the enemy camp.

The wind fueled the fire, the flames were monstrous, the killing roared, and the momentum was so great that it almost changed the color of the sky.

In the enemy camp, the sound of gongs and screams sounded together, and the soldiers and soldiers of Wang in their sleep never expected that Zhang Jun's attack would come so quickly, and they were awakened by the generals one after another, and were driven to the front line of the camp wall, trying to block Zhang Jun's night attack.

It was also a night attack, but this time, Zhang Yuan did not choose to rush the antlers and the camp wall, but ordered the soldiers to come forward with shields on their shoulders and set a fire.

Several antlers were quickly burned, and the camp wall was also burned to the ground, and the flying tongues of fire had burned the military tents near the front line of the camp wall in pieces, and the fire quickly spread to the inner perimeter.

In the face of this raging fire offensive, the soldiers and soldiers of Wang, who had just suffered heavy losses and had not yet recovered their morale, were all panicked, and watched in horror as the eye of the fire destroyed the camp wall and continued to spread to the hinterland of the camp.

The blazing fire illuminated the situation of the enemy camp clearly, Zhang Yuan saw that the time had come, so he drew his sword in his hand and shouted: "The personal guards and cavalry team attacked, leveled the enemy camp, and killed the king and old thieves!" ”

Woo woo ~ ~

The murderous sound of the horn tore through the night and shattered the enemy's courage.

More than 1,000 cavalry soldiers burst into formation, and from the front direction, towards the gate of the Wang army's camp, they swept up like a tide.

The last straw was pressed, and the enemy's camel was crushed and fell to the point of collapse.

In the enemy camp, Wang Hui was still hiding in the big tent of the Chinese army, packing up his things, preparing to abandon the camp and slip away in the middle of the night.

When he was busy, he suddenly heard the sound of killing outside the tent, and under the shock, Wang Hui hurriedly ran out of the big tent, looked up, and instantly his gray face froze in a moment of shock.

He didn't expect that Zhang Yuan's attack would come so quickly, and he actually launched an attack before he slipped away, and it was an attack with fire.

The fire was monstrous, and the surrounding killing sounds were like a tide, as if there were countless Zhang Yuan, thousands, killing him in all directions.

"My lord, the enemy has broken through the wall to the east of my camp."

"My lord, the western camp wall has been lost."

"The cavalry of the enemy battalion in the middle broke into the door and lost the gate."

The snowflakes of urgency, like a heavy hammer, struck Wang Hui's heart fiercely, ruthlessly destroying his remaining composure.

"Zhang Yuan, you actually used a night attack to break through my camp again...... Wang Hui, who was shocked, gritted his teeth in horror, trying to suppress the panic with resentment.

At this moment, the king rushed over and shouted: "My lord, the enemy army is attacking too fiercely, and it is about to reach the hinterland of the Chinese army, let's go quickly." ”

Wang Hui's head "buzzed", and his heart was hit again.

Just when Wang Hui decided not to even bring the packed luggage and hurriedly retreated to the shore, he heard the positive direction, and the sound of killing rose like thunder, as if there was a rolling torrent crashing down.

His personal guards were like ants in a routed nest, falling and collapsing one after another, and under the light of the blazing fire, countless Zhang Jun iron horsemen, with the momentum of destroying and decaying, ruthlessly ran towards the Chinese army's tent.

Countless Zhang Jun's foot soldiers, following behind the cavalry, rushed in like endless waves.

Under the light of the fire, a big banner with the word "Zhang" flew proudly, and no one could stop it.

Zhang Yuanqin led the army to break through from the middle and came directly to Wang Hui.

The thousand-foot cavalry regiment relied on the iron cavalry to start the battle, and the morale of the disintegrated Wang soldiers was ruthlessly crushed.

Seeing that the enemy with gnashing teeth was killed, Wang Hui was full of anger, and he really had the urge to rush forward and fight Zhang Yuan to the death.

But seeing that in all directions, his soldiers were all fleeing in defeat, Zhang Yuan's cavalry frenzy was unstoppable, and Wang Hui's remaining courage to fight to the death was disintegrated by this cruel fact.

He was defeated again, and after the battle of Mukou, he was once again defeated by Zhang Yuan by means of a night attack.

Even the way of using soldiers did not change, as if Zhang Yuan was going to repeat the old trick and humiliate him fiercely.

Wang Hui knew that the prestige he had built up with great difficulty had been completely swept away by Zhang Yuan, a sinister and cunning traitor.

"Lord, the thief Zhang can't stop it at all with the power of fire, so hurry up and get on the boat." Song Qian, who was covered in blood, also flew to meet him.

Wang Hui's face twitched, and he was angry and unwilling.

He originally wanted to leave his soldiers at night and leave with dignity, but he didn't expect that Zhang Yuan would not leave him any dignity, so he had to force him to flee in embarrassment.

Even if he was unwilling, Wang Hui had no choice but to sigh and say "withdraw" weakly.

Song Qian and Wang Fei didn't say a word, they hurriedly led more than ten cavalry to protect Wang Hui and retreat towards the shore, as for the remaining soldiers, they couldn't take care of it.

As soon as Wang Hui fled, the remaining enemy soldiers collapsed even more, and were killed by the high-morale Zhang Jun to cry wolf, and collapsed.

In the chaos of the army, Zhang Yuan had already joined Zu Di and Hua Rong, ran through the hinterland of the Chinese army, and chased all the way to the shore.

He knew that even if Wang Hui wanted to escape, he would definitely take the waterway.

Soon, Zhang Yuan found Wang Hui's figure in the defeated enemy, and shouted, "Wang Lao thief, where to escape!" Urging the soldiers and horses to chase endlessly.

Wang Hui, who was on the run, heard a loud shout behind him, looked back, and saw Zhang Yuan chasing closer, Hede was frightened, desperately beating his mount, and fled with his life in the chaos.

Although Zhang Yuan pursued hard, due to the obstruction of the chaotic army, he was always twenty or thirty steps behind Wang Hui, and there was no way to chase and kill.

Seeing that Wang Hui was about to flee to the water's edge, Zhang Yuanhui's inspiration moved, and he shouted: "Hua Rong, take out your housekeeping skills and shoot Wang Lao Thief to death for me." ”

Hua Rong, who was following on the side, quickly hung up the war knife, took off the three-stone iron-tired bow, bent the bow and set the arrow, and aimed at Wang Hui, who was thirty paces away.

Wang Hui's small figure is swaying from side to side, and the target is extremely unstable, although this distance is far closer than when shooting the knife before, but under such a violent bump, it is much more difficult to shoot Wang Hui in the ride.

And Wang Hui lay down like this, hiding the key points in his back, coupled with the bumps of the war horse, and the blocking of the chaotic army from time to time, the difficulty increased by another layer.

Hua Rong was calm and calm, without the slightest lack of confidence,

Aiming for a long time, Hua Rong did not hesitate, and the sharp arrow roared away.

The arrows that broke through the air pierced through the shadows of the chaotic soldiers, and directly hit Wang Hui's low back, and hit them instantly.

"Be careful, lord!"

Song Qian, who was protected from the side, was extraordinary in martial arts, and as soon as he heard the sound of the strings, he knew that the cold arrow was coming, and while shouting warnings, he hurriedly swung his knife out to block the arrow for Wang Hui.

Clang!

With a crisp buzzing sound, Song Qian's knife technique was extremely fast, and he actually hit the incoming arrow diagonally in a fraction of a minute, but the shooting power of the three-stone bow was so amazing, Song Qian's knife failed to completely block the arrow, but only slightly deviated from the track.

Burst!

The sharp arrow sank three points and hit Wang Hui's buttocks. (To be continued.) )