The caltrop bones collided with the broadsword, and the huge impact almost knocked Ma Zhong over.
Ma Zhong is a skilled general, but his strength is far inferior to that of Shamoko. The two of them tested each other's depth in their first encounter.
Shamoko: It turns out that the three generals are not common to see. The guy in front of me was fighting as if he hadn't eaten.
Ma Zhong was horrified, what did this bearded man eat when he grew up? How could it be so powerful?
The two of them turned their horses and charged into the battle again. Shamoko planned to imitate Zhang Fei's moves and lift the man off his horse. In the face of absolute strength, this was something that was completely possible.
The war horses neighed and ran in the dark night. Ma Zhong seemed to have no intention of attacking first. He kept staring at the terrifying weapon in Shamoko's hand.
Shamoko was amazed when he saw it, and said to himself that this man's martial arts were ordinary, but he was quite particular about fighting in front of the battle, so that he would have a high chance of being captured alive.
The soldiers behind the formation raised torches and shouted. When the two generals in the formation were about to confront each other for the second time, Ma Zhong suddenly reined in the reins and turned sideways. Shamoko was not close enough to touch the opponent.
The moment he turned around, the cheers of Jiangdong's soldiers suddenly weakened. It turned out that Ma Zhong had already escaped, and he took a torch when he passed by his own camp.
"Jiangdong rats, kill them for me." Shamoko pointed at the caltrop bone, and the barbarian cavalry behind him rushed over like tigers and wolves.
Soldiers faced soldiers and generals faced each other. Shamoko looked in the direction of Ma Zhong and pursued him while the barbarians raised their swords and began to slaughter in the dark.
Click, click, click. Ma Zhong leaned on the horse's neck and peeked back. In the darkness, he could only hear the sound of galloping horses.
"Rat, please stay here." Shamoko shouted from behind.
Ma Zhong was horrified. Lai Gong had no precedent of pursuing him? Why does this barbarian general not practice martial ethics? Some strategy must be used to get rid of this person.
Ma Zhong suddenly slowed down. While holding the knife in his left hand, he held down the reins. He held the torch tightly in his right hand and raised it over the horse's head, and continued to look back.
I saw Samoko running closer and closer, his figure gradually became clearer, and an extremely excited smile appeared on his face.
"You can't run so fast? You are really useless as a man." Shamoko sneered and saw that he was about to catch up, so he freed his right hand and prepared to imitate Zhang Fei to capture the general.
Ma Zhong was good at shooting and had a sharp gaze. The moment Shamoko approached, he accurately threw the torch behind him.
The direction of the torch throwing was not elsewhere. He was aiming at the horse's head from the beginning.
Horses are naturally afraid of fire. In order to prevent war horses from being frightened at night, they usually blindfold their eyes and plug their ears, and can only rely on whips and reins to control the direction.
The real burning and stinging flames are likely to frighten the horses. Ma Zhong wants to take advantage of the opponent's horses to panic, and then find an opportunity to kill the pursuing Barbarian King Samoko.
Just as the torch flew out, Ma Zhong turned his horse's head and held a knife to get Samoko.
Ma Zhong's combo of moves came so suddenly that the somewhat careless Shamoko was caught off guard. He stared at the trajectory of the torch with wide eyes, then reached out with his free right hand to grab it, crushing the flame into sparks.
The weak light of the torch was the only illumination on the battlefield. It suddenly went out like turning off a light. The surroundings were once again shrouded in darkness, and only a few stars could be seen on the hillside not far away.
Ma Zhong threw the torch suddenly, and Shamoko was even more surprised when he pinched the fire with his bare hands.
Originally, there was only one horse distance between the two of them. Ma Zhong was briefly stunned when he saw Shamoko's actions. Then he held the sword and struck intuitively in the dark night. However, he almost fell off the horse because the sword cut through the air and became weightless.
The surroundings were dark, and the depressive mood filled his forehead, and Ma Zhong felt an inexplicable fear in his heart.
Samoko was completely different. At this moment, he felt like hunting in the dark.
Although Samoko was thick-skinned, his reckless behavior was still burned by the torch, and the pain from his right hand made him even more excited.
Shamoko and Gan Ning launched a night attack and had experience fighting in the dark. With the hunting acumen of the tribe, Shamoko could accurately identify Ma Zhong's position through the breath in the wind.
bang bang bang
Shamoko raised his riding crop and whipped the horse on its butt. He was like a shooting star in the dark night.
Ma Zhong heard the sound of the whip, turned his head and felt the cool breeze on his back, and then there was a feeling of Mount Tai above his head.
boom
The caltrop bones fell with a crash.
"ah..."
With this feel and scream, Shamoko knew that he had hit his opponent, and Ma Zhong's breathing disappeared.
Beep...
Shamoko took out his whistle and called to his companions. Soon a group of wild cavalry came with torches.
Under the light of the fire, Ma Zhong and his horse were smashed into a pulp, and Ma Zhong's iron helmet was deformed.
"What a waste. You were supposed to be captured alive, but you ended up seeking death." Shamoko couldn't help but shake his head.
"Your Majesty, your hand..." A careful barbarian knight discovered something unusual about Shamoko.
Shamoko clapped his hands and said disapprovingly: "General Lan is accompanied by an army doctor. I can't destroy this hand. This mud seems to be a general. Tie him to a ponytail and drag him back."
"only."
They fought until the end of the night before withdrawing their troops. The next day, they took inventory of the battlefield and found that 600 cavalry had been eliminated, and 200 of the opponent's cavalry had fled the battlefield.
Lu Meng and Pan Zhang stayed up all night. When the remaining soldiers returned to the camp, they realized that Lai Gong had been prepared.
"General Ma has not returned for a long time. Could it be that he is in danger?" Lu Meng frowned and asked.
Pan Zhang was dejected and said, "This Lai Gong is very good at predicting things. He clearly understands the general's plan. Frontal attack and night attack will not work. What should we do?"
The water battle and the land battle were defeated. Although the soldiers suffered little loss, their morale was extremely low.
Lu Meng thought for a while, and then ordered Pan Zhang: "Wen Gui should comfort the returning cavalry, and don't announce what happened last night for the time being, so as not to affect the morale of our army."
"Wei." Pan Zhang responded with clasped fists.
The sun rises normally in the morning, and smoke rises from the Jiangdong camp as usual.
Breakfast was served on the table in the main tent, but General Lu Meng had no appetite at all. He did not convene the generals to discuss the military situation, nor did he assign any combat tasks. He only arranged for each battalion to train on the spot.
Lü Meng was alone thinking hard about how to defeat the enemy, and no one was allowed to get even half a step closer to the tent.
The current situation is quite embarrassing. The attack on both water and land is not smooth. The key is that the loss of troops is not much, but it makes it impossible to advance or retreat.
What does Lai Gong want to do?
Just when Lu Meng was scratching his head, a gust of wind suddenly blew outside the big tent, and someone opened the curtain and broke in.
"Who is so bold..." Lu Meng turned around angrily, only to find that it was Lu Fan, the prefect of Cangwu.
"What's wrong with Ziming?" Lu Fan looked at him suspiciously, thinking, "You still don't want to see me?"
Lu Meng smiled awkwardly, "Who do I think you are? Zi Heng, why are you here?"
Lu Fan pointed to the porridge on the table and asked puzzledly: "Ziming didn't bring much food and grass with him when he left. I came here overnight to transport food to the army. All the food and grass from Cangwu counties have been transferred. It is estimated that I can add half a month's supply." Du, you are..."
Lu Meng rubbed his forehead, "I have no appetite..."
