(Thank you Dameng, Zhao Wuxian 2014, headache is not good, words of opposition, Yuwen Yu, call giggles)

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The fire was not extinguished, the green smoke was curling, and the scorched wood and ashes could be seen everywhere in the camp of Li Daozhong's army, and at this moment there were three groups of men and horses facing each other. To be precise, it is a confrontation between the two sides - two armies, from the left and right directions, forming an angle, pinning down an infantry army and hundreds of servants.

The two armies were no less than a thousand men, and this infantry army was no more than 300 men, forming a defensive circle, with more than 200 servants in the center. However, no matter from the perspective of military appearance, equipment, momentum, and formation, he actually stabilized the two teams that were several times his own, and did not fall behind at all. Under the banner of the blue eyes and wolf's head of the infantry army, a general dressed in black heavy armor, with eyes like bells, a thick beard, and a majestic lion, sat on a pallet cart full of corn and cloth.

And at his feet, there were more than a dozen Cangtou soldiers wearing white Polish army clothes and scarves on their heads. Some were motionless, some twitched and moaned, and without exception, there was a puddle of blood under everyone.

This black and powerful general is naturally Sima Zhoucang, the infantry army of the White Wolf Battalion.

In the center of the military formation on the left side of the confrontation with the white wolf infantry army, under a crumpled and broken Li Zi banner, Li Lezheng, who had a slightly yellow face and a short beard around his cheeks, roared viciously: "You black guy, but only a single army Sima, you dare to compete with Lao Tzu, and you beat Lao Tzu's people!" Lao Tzu is General Jiande! ”

"Bah!" Zhou Cang spat out thick phlegm disdainfully, and coincidentally stuck to the mouth of a tumbling and moaning white wave, "Don't think I don't know who you Li Le is, when you were still with Mrs. Guo as a guard, you were already a handsome!" It's your turn to put the score in front of Grandpa. ”

Li Le was stunned for three seconds before he let out a sharp laugh: "Who is my Tao, it turns out that I am also a fellow Taoist." That's fine. For the sake of my colleagues, I will temporarily send you the life of this black guy. I lay down thirteen brothers here, you hand over thirteen people, and then leave all the seizures behind, and this beam will be uncovered......"

"Hahahaha......" Zhou Cang looked up to the sky and laughed, panting while pointing to Li Le's military formation, "Even with the defeat of this group of remnants under your command, you dare to say such big things." Li Le, you're not blind, compare with me. Do you say that I can eat you, or can you eat me? ”

Zhou Cang is really not a Hu Gai, and a clear-eyed person can see it clearly at a glance. Li Le's four or five hundred soldiers are all the old Baibo troops that he has just collected and were scattered by the Xiliang people, these original thieves have been transformed into Han officers and soldiers after a Qinwang, but the equipment and military appearance are the same as the original, not to mention that they are still the Baibo Army in their bones, and even the skin is still the Baibo Army.

The White Waves, the Yellow Turbans, and the Black Mountain armies. In the same vein, there is an obvious commonality, if you win a war, you will rush up, and if you lose, you will disperse in a hurry. In addition to the Hu Cong Lux around the various Qu Shuai and Xiao Shuai, they are still elite. The rest are ant thieves. These so-called officers and soldiers are not even equipped with basic weapons, let alone armor and shields.

On the contrary, the White Wolf Infantry Army was all neatly dressed in leather helmets, two-gear armor, crossbow soldiers, sword and shield soldiers, pikemen (spears and halberds have been officially crossed out from the Liaodong Army's standard weapon list), and axe and mallet soldiers. Layer upon layer. Needless to say, it is a general who leads the army to fight, even if it is a village man, he can see who is strong and who is weak. That's the comparison. Wouldn't it be hilarious to dare to talk big?

Li Le also sneered: "No matter how elite your Liaodong Army is, there is only so much." Do you know how many soldiers Yang Feng of Xingyi General Yang Feng has? How many soldiers does Fengyi General Hu Cai have? How many soldiers did General Han Xian have in Hengjiang? Look at the other side of you, how many soldiers does that Zuo Zhonglang general Song Guo have? Not to mention the Son of Heaven behind us...... Believe it or not, as soon as I open my mouth, I can ask the Son of Heaven to give me your life! ”

Zhou Cang stopped laughing, and as soon as he stretched out his hand behind him, he handed over a long knife with a copper handle. Zhou Cang took the knife in his hand and jumped down, his feet and knife hammer slammed on the scorched earth, making a dull sound.

Zhou Cang carried the knife on his shoulder, and pointed at Li Le with a halberd in one hand: "Li Le, I won't talk to you." Or, you go back to hiding under the crotch of your white-wave guys; Or, you'll come and fight Grandpa. If you win, you don't have to go to the Son of Heaven to ask for help, you just have to cut off the head of the six yangs; If you lose, the master will cut off your head and cut off the skull to use as a wine vessel - Li Le! Don't dare to fight! ”

Zhou Cang's voice became louder and louder, and the last sentence roared out like thunder, and at the same time waved his knife at Li Leji, and pointed at Li Leji, bearded and bearded, like a violent tiger approaching the abyss.

Li Lezong regarded himself as a fierce general, and his face changed when he was shocked by Zhou Cang's momentum, and the war horse under his crotch was uneasy and retreated half a step. Soon, the Bai Bo army made a burst of noise, and the Xiliangqiang Hu army of Song Guo on the opposite side was even louder. Whether it is the Bai Bo Army or the Qiang Hu Army, they are all people who advocate martial arts, and Zhou Cang's challenge is praised and applauded. If Li Le didn't dare to fight, don't say that Qiang Hu Bing looked down on him, even his own family would feel embarrassed.

Li Le's face changed, and he finally gritted his teeth and stretched out his hand: "Take the knife!" ”

When Li Le rode out of the battle, he was still a little worried in his heart, and when he raised his eyes to look at Song Guo, he saw Song Guo nodding slightly to himself, and suddenly made up his mind, shook the long knife, and laughed: "Black guy, your head is going to be decided!" ”

Zhou Cang didn't answer, turned over on his horse, rode out, and pointed his long knife obliquely.

Amid the shouts of the three armies, the two horsemen approached at a rapid pace. Because the weapons used by both sides are knives, at the moment when the two horses are staggered, both sides release the reins at the same time, pick up the knives with both hands, and fiercely slash at the opponent.

Clang! With a deafening roar of gold and iron, the iron knife in Li Le's hand was actually split alive, and at the same time, the powerful impact made him unable to clamp the horse's belly, and he was shocked to roll and fall from behind the horse's hips. Fortunately, there was this fall, otherwise Zhou Cang's knife would have split him in two with the knife.

The noise and noise on the field was interrupted suddenly, and no one could have imagined that in just one face, Li Le, known as the white wave warrior, was knocked off the horse. Is Li Le too scumbag, or is this black man too strong?

Zhou Cang went back to the horse, and his heart was happy. In fact, as soon as he first fought, he felt that Li Le was not a scumbag, and he could at least have a few rounds with him. There are two reasons why he was overturned by himself: first, with the help of stirrups, his combat power increased by three percent; The second is the knife he used, which is the "Su Iron Knife" refined by the master craftsman Pu Yuanxin. The blade is made of 100 steel, and the back of the knife is wrought iron. With a thick blade on his back, he has both weight and sharpness, and he can cut off the opponent's long knife at once, how do you let the opponent play?

Li Le fell headfirst to the ground, almost didn't break his neck, even if his head was hard enough, the whole person was dizzy. Barely supporting half of his body, he heard the sound of hooves, and stared in horror, and saw a black horse galloping. Immediately, a blue light came into his eyes, and a thunderous roar sounded in his ears: "Li Le, send grandpa's wine vessel!" ”

Li Le shouted in shock: "Song Zhonglang save me!" ”

Sou! An arrow flew and hit the black horse's hips under Zhou Cang's crotch. The war horse was in pain, and the man stood up and took off the horse from the horse when Zhou Cang, who was caught off guard. The knife that killed Li Le was naturally empty.

Zhou Cang rolled a few times, the iron pocket was loosened and rolled off, and he jumped up with all his might. Through the smoke and dust, I saw that Zuo Zhonglang threw Song Guo's big bow at Hucong, took off his spear, and shook the reins to ride his horse. Rushing along the gallop in the center of the formation.

The White Wolf Army also snatched out several servants, pulled a spare horse, and shouted as they ran: "Sima Zhou, get on the horse quickly!" ”

Zhou Cang turned his head to take a look. Visually, if you turn around and pick up the horse, you won't have time to speed up the horse. The enemy general rushed in front of him. This is actually the most dangerous, many generals whose force value is not weaker than their opponents, often because their horses are not raised, they are killed by the enemy by sprinting at high speed.

In just a moment, there can only be one choice, and this choice will determine life and death. Generals who lack battlefield experience will instinctively run to their horses and get into a dangerous situation; Generals with rich battlefield experience do the opposite.

Zhou Cang is only in his early thirties, but with more than ten years of experience in bloody battles on the battlefield, his choice is the latter!

The long knife shook, the sound was like a lion's roar, Zhou Cang held the knife with both hands, and ran wildly, like a fierce tiger, riding on foot.

The long wind hunts, the hair is like a flying canopy, the sword light reflects the sun, and the dust is raised step by step. In the blink of an eye, a man and a rider collided heavily.

Syllable! The spear blade slid over Zhou Cang's left shoulder, flying several armor leaves on his arm, one of which slashed through Zhou Cang's earlobe, and blood trickled in an instant. At the same moment, Zhou Cang's mouth let out a roar of cracking, and the long knife struggled to pry up—click! The huge horse's head was slashed into the air.

Bang! Song Guo didn't have time to shake off the stirrup, he was pressed to the ground by a horse corpse weighing hundreds of catties, the spear in his palm flew out of his hand, his right leg seemed to be unconscious, and his right cheek was also swollen and bruised - but it didn't matter, the important thing was that the big foot of the black demon general was stepping on his face, the long knife in his hand was raised, and the tip of the knife was aimed at his chest......

"Sima Zhou, please let go of Song Zhonglang, I'll give you a fair chance."

Behind him, a powerful but peaceful voice suddenly came. The intuition honed by years of battlefield made Zhou Cang tense, and he had a dangerous feeling that as long as the tip of the knife was stabbed, he would be killed by a killing machine from the rear.

The morning breeze seemed to stop, Zhou Cang's unkempt hair and shawl hung down, and his thick neck twisted a little - under the morning sun, in front of the Song Guojun formation, a horse wrapped in a red scarf, wearing red armor, lined with white clothes, a yellow huss on his crotch, and a rider with a heavy axe standing quietly in front of the saddle.

Because of the other party's backlight, Zhou Cang had to squint his eyes, and it took a while to slowly get used to it, and he saw that this was a general who was about thirty years old, with a square face, a broad forehead, thick eyebrows, a nose with thick eyebrows, and a handful of tendrils under his chin, and his body was no less strong than his own.

Zhou Cang raised his leg to let go of Song Guo, slowly put away the knife, did not look back, raised his hand and beckoned to the main formation, signaling to lead the horse over. When he made these moves, his eyes were fixed on his opponent, and his vigilance was pulled to the highest value.

When Hu Cong came over with the horse, Zhou Cang turned over and sat down on the horse, only to realize that his back was already wet.

Zhou Cang gritted his teeth, pointed at his long knife, and shouted: "Come to war!" ”

The rider on the opposite side seemed to smile, raised his hand and pointed to the top of his head, signaling Zhou Cang to put on his helmet.

Zhou Cang cursed secretly, and was completely suppressed by the other party, but he had to put the iron sash back on and buckle the ribbon.

At this time, Li Le and Song Guo were each snatched back by the other camp, and Zhou Cang didn't care about it, under the helmet, a pair of thick eyebrows like iron brooms gradually erected, and his tongue burst into spring thunder: "A certain is Sima Zhoucang, the army under the command of Liaodong Taishou, and he will be famous!" ”

The cavalry general on the opposite side bowed his hand: "Under the command of General Xingyi, the cavalry captain Xu Huang and Xu Gongming." (To be continued......)