"Captain, there are enemy troops in the south too!!!"
"What!"
When Wei Tong heard the shouting, he suddenly turned around and found that the already quiet south side was suddenly filled with dust again, and there were faint figures looming in it.
After a while, a group of tough knights rushed over.
The leader was wearing black iron armor and was obviously a general. The nearly five hundred cavalrymen behind him were all wearing black armor.
Obviously, these are the elite of Zhang Fei's men.
"It's Zhang Fei!!!" Wei Tong exclaimed.
He immediately loudly ordered: "Rear troops, line up to meet the enemy, hurry up!"
The soldiers in the rear also saw the enemies to the south, but many of these people were new soldiers and were already frightened and overwhelmed. They looked at each other, but they all forgot to execute the order. The team was in a panic, as if they had forgotten all the things they usually trained...
"Brother, I will resist Zhang Fei!" Song Ya responded loudly when he saw the confusion among the soldiers, and then quickly moved to the south with his veterans.
Wei Tong saw the emergency and said in a deep voice: "Be careful!"
Song Ya came to the middle of the soldiers in the south and shouted loudly: "The enemy is coming, why are you still dazed!!!"
"Line up to meet the enemy! Anyone who hesitates will be killed!" Song Ya shouted again. Seeing a new recruit still in a daze, Song Ya went up and kicked him in the butt.
Only then did the frightened recruits come to their senses. They panicked and formed a wall of soldiers, pointing their spears at the enemy.
The enemy troops are getting closer and closer, becoming more and more clear in their eyes, and the fear in many people's hearts is getting deeper and deeper.
Song Ya's palms were also covered in sweat. Facing the elites led by the best generals in the enemy camp, it was impossible not to be afraid.
Zhang Fei asked two thousand soldiers to feint attack from the north to attract Wei Tong's attention, and then led the remaining five hundred most elite troops to detour to the south. Waiting for the two sides to fight and having no time to look to the south, they suddenly launched an attack on the rear of Wei Tong's army.
These people are all veterans who have followed Zhang Fei for many years. They are all experienced and powerful soldiers. To Wei Tong and his fifteen hundred people, they are like a group of hungry lions.
The moment Zhang Fei's cavalry crashed into the formation, time seemed to be frozen, the sound suddenly stopped, and everyone's movements seemed to be frozen. The expressions of the enemy soldiers were excited and ferocious, as if they were feasting diners rushing into a banquet. The flying sawdust, blood, broken weapons, flying heads and stumps, and the frightened expressions before death were intertwined together, like a collage of paintings made of death.
The frozen time suddenly seemed to return to normal, with screams, horses neighing, and the harsh sound of weapons scraping against bones. The most obvious thing was the rolling thunder and dust when thousands of horses stepped on the ground, like a huge wave sweeping everything. .
Attack the enemies in the northeast and northwest corners and retreat quickly when the main force arrives. With their mission completed, they began to merge into the attack group to the south. The crossbow knights from the beginning also left and returned, constantly wandering around the edge of Wei Tong's camp and shooting arrows.
Zhang Fei took the lead, stabbing left and right with a spear, and each time a soldier was knocked over. When his soldiers saw how brave their lord general was, they all rushed to take the lead. It seems that if you start too slowly, all the enemies will be killed.
The knights suddenly separated left and right, cutting Wei Tong's formation into several pieces like tofu. The surrounded soldiers were thrown into pieces like being thrown into a millstone. Countless recruits of Cao's army were frightened and abandoned their weapons in a panic. Some took the opportunity to escape, and some knelt down and surrendered.
Song Xin's eyes widened as she looked at Zhang Fei, who was like a god of war, as if he was in a deserted place in his formation. This person was so elegant before and even talked about historical allusions with me. Is this still a person?
Although Song Ya resisted with all his strength, it was of no use... He was gradually surrounded. When the enemy found out that he was the commander, several people immediately surrounded him. The recruits around Song Ya were cut down one after another like wheat. Although the last few veterans resisted desperately, they were quickly killed.
"Brother!!!" Wei Tong exclaimed when he saw Song Ya in danger. Song Xin heard the movement and looked back, suddenly breaking out in a cold sweat.
At this time, Song Ya's right chest was pierced by a spear. Then an enemy soldier stepped on Song Ya's chest and pulled out the spear...
A line of blood splashed out, drawing a sad arc in the morning sun.
Song Ya didn't seem to believe it all, he looked at the other person blankly, his body slumped, and he fell backward, raising a cloud of dust.
In his hand, he still held a diamond talisman that he had not had time to use...
"Brother..." Tears welled up in Song Xin's eyes, and his steel teeth were almost broken with hatred. He rushed over with a quick stride, and Zhang Hu and others were stunned. Why did this kid run away? ? They hurriedly followed.
By this time, the two armies had fallen into a melee, and their lines were in complete chaos.
Looking at Song Xin again, he shouted, and like a spiritual snake, he dodges and jumps left and right in the army, dodging countless open and hidden arrows, and finally rushes to Song Ya's side. At this time, the enemy soldier who pierced Song Ya's chest was trying to cut off Song Ya's head.
"elder brother..."
Song Xin's eyes were about to burst with anger, and he roared angrily. Spotting the soldier who stabbed Song Ya, he faced him with his sword. In the blink of an eye, the man's head was separated. Immediately afterwards, several red-eyed enemy soldiers also swarmed up, slashing and stabbing Song Xin indiscriminately.
But they only felt as if they were stabbed in fine iron, and their swords and spears had been broken. Song Xin slowly raised his head like an angry beast.
These enemy soldiers felt as if they were being stared at by a giant beast from the abyss. They felt a chill from the inside out, and they were too frightened to step forward.
"If you dare to hurt my brother, you all will die!!"
Song Xin's figure flashed, and after several rays of silver sword light, several trembling headless corpses collapsed.
Song Xin was furious. He wanted to kill all these people, including Zhang Fei and everyone under him, even if they were struck by thunder. He gradually became crazy, and people fell down with every blow. Gradually, dozens of people fell down beside him. Some of his own recruits who could not dodge were killed by Song Xin.
Seeing this scene, not only the enemy troops, but also his own people were frightened. Song Xin was like a man standing in the center of a crop circle, except that the things lying around him were not wheat, but dead bodies. Zhang Fei's soldiers just surrounded him, and no one dared to step forward.
"Song Xin, don't kill!" Xiaoyu suddenly shouted.
"Your luck... luck!"
With this reminder, Song Xin realized that he had lost control of his emotions. He glanced at the space in "Jade Seal Record" and saw that his luck had dropped by ten points, and now he only had twenty-one left.
Song Xin looked blank, stared at the enemy troops around him, and picked up Song Ya. None of the enemies dared to stop him.
At this time, there were fewer and fewer people around Wei Tong, and he was slowly shrinking his defense with his back to the cart. In the end, only a few hundred soldiers were still resisting, and 50% of them were veterans. Of course, Song Xin and his soldiers still had twelve people alive, and they were also around Wei Tong.
Zhang Fei's soldiers surrounded these hundreds of people.
"Brother Xian, it seems that we still failed to see Zhang Fei's plan. I didn't expect Zhang Yide to be so powerful and even harm Brother Song Ya." Wei Tong said sadly.
"It's all my fault..." Song Xin felt very guilty. He was trying his best to use spiritual energy to help Song Ya heal and seal the wound.
It was himself who warned Wei Tong that the enemy would be in the north. As a result, the north, east and west were full of suspected soldiers, the north was a feint attack, and the dust in the south was not a suspected soldier, but a real sword that sealed his throat. Zhang Fei is really a famous general in the world. He is so cunning and cunning on the battlefield that Wei Tong was fooled.
"If Zhang Fei's plan is easily seen through by you, you won't be called an enemy by military advisor Xun." Wei Tong comforted Song Xin.
"Brother Song Ya, you and I will die here together today!"
"Okay, if eldest brother dies, I, Song Xin, will not live alone. I will die before leaving the army!" Wei Tong's words aroused Song Xin's inner pride, and he said loudly.
At this moment, Zhang Fei shouted loudly, "What a man who died before he left the army! Is there Yingchuan Wei Ziming in front of us?" This shout made all the fighting soldiers stop.
"That's right." Wei Tongce immediately stepped forward and replied.
Song Xin looked at that familiar face. When they met yesterday, they were still talking about the story of the warrior Xin Youmi and King Zhou Zhao. Now they were face-to-face enemies who would never stop fighting. All this seems like a world away. Zhang Fei seemed to have seen Song Xin, a smile seemed to flash in his eyes, and he didn't look at him again.
"Zhang Yide has heard the name of Yingchuan Hero for a long time, and I don't want you and I to meet under such circumstances today." Zhang Fei laughed loudly.
"People say that Zhang Yide can defeat ten thousand people. Wei Ziming has learned the general's wisdom and martial arts today. He first exhausted our army and then created doubts about the formation, which made me make a mistake in judgment. But today, I, Wei Ziming, will not surrender. Zhang Yide, dare to fight with Wei Ziming Fight?"
Wei Tong knew that the other party's sudden stop of attack and his intention to answer was simply to persuade him to surrender. But I had received great favor from Xun Lingjun and the Prime Minister, so how could I surrender?
"Hahaha, good. As expected, Wei Ziming is heroic. I, Zhang Yide, admire heroes the most in my life. Although you, Wei Ziming, are only a captain, you are worthy of fighting with me."
"All the troops are ordered to retreat fifty steps. Zhang Yide will capture you alive today." Zhang Fei pointed at Wei Tong and laughed boldly.
"Old Zhang, I'm trying to save you some face. I heard that Wei Ziming's swordsmanship is unparalleled in the world. Today Zhang wants to learn from you. It's up to you to fight on horseback or on foot. I, Zhang Fei, will accompany you."
"General Yide, Wei Ziming has abandoned the sword and used the sword. Now that you and I are generals, we can fight on horseback." Wei Ziming was not timid at all.
"Okay, okay, okay, Zhang Yide admires Wei Ziming's heroic spirit." Zhang Fei shouted three times.
After saying that, the second general rode forward and stepped forward. They cupped their hands and said:
"Yingchuan Wei Ziming!"
"Zhang Yide from Yan!"
After exchanging names, the two rode away from each other, turned their horses' heads and stood still. They looked at each other, but no one made the first move.
There was silence on the battlefield, with only the dead grass picked up by the morning wind drifting between the two...
