Dragon map of the Three Kingdoms

Chapter 940 Three thousand Mo knives, a battle to become a god!
"Report!"

"Say!"

"There is a fight outside the city. The current situation is not clear, but there should be soldiers and horses attacking from their rear flanks, entering their main camp of the central army, and running across their camp!" The scouts rushed in to report.

"The matter is true?"

Huang Zhong didn't sleep. He was inspecting the wounded soldiers, and then closed his eyes to rest his mind. At this time, he couldn't sleep for a moment, because he was the god of war on the battlefield and the only spiritual pillar of the defenders. If he wanted to defend Chaiyu City, he would have to crush Stay in the army.

The sudden report made him a little surprised, but he quickly reacted and asked the scout army: "Is it possible that it is the enemy's strategy to lure us to attack?"

"Although the scouts made a clear investigation, but the initial judgment, it should be our army attacking!"

Scout Marquis said.

"Drumming!"

Huang Zhong stood up abruptly, picked up his saber, and went directly to the top of the city, staring at the outside of the city. At this time, it was the intersection of night and day, and the sky was not completely bright, but there was a ray of light, and he clearly It can be clearly seen that the flames of heaven and earth are ignited outside the city.

"Dong Dong Dong!!!!"

A war drum sounded.

"gather!"

"Array!"

The herdsmen in the city assembled immediately, and within a quarter of an hour, they completed the preparations before being on standby.

"General!" The captain of the second battalion came up.

"Du Feng, lead the second battalion, and take charge of the harvest!"

Huang Zhong made a decisive decision. No matter who it was or what the reason was, he didn't want to lose every opportunity to counterattack: "I will personally lead the first battalion and go out to fight for a while. If the enemy is deceitful, you should respond. If within half an hour , We have no intention of withdrawing, you immediately attack with the whole army and reinforce us!"

"General, who attacked their camp?"

The generals were still a little puzzled.

"It can't be us!" Huang Zhong said indifferently: "All the deduction tactics before the war are strategic deployments around this point to fight for reinforcements. We stick to Chaiyu City. They will harass, intercept, and sneak attack around them. They will not be stupid enough to return. charge!"

"That's not our people, what about them?"

"Don't forget, besides the Jingping First Army and the Wuxi Barbarian Army, we also have a force of troops in this area!" Huang Zhong said with a sneer, "That guy Xi Zhicai is so shrewd Can't figure it out, he used us as bait, if he doesn't get any results, he will be ashamed!"

"The soldiers and horses of the play Sima?"

The generals understood at once.

"Act now, don't miss this opportunity, never miss it!"

Huang Zhong said as he walked down the city wall.

"Yes!"

The generals took the lead.

"kill!"

The city gate opened, and Huang Zhong took the lead and rushed out.

Behind him was the [-]st Battalion of the Jingping [-]st Army, with thousands of soldiers, who were also as fierce as tigers, like tigers and wolves out of a cage, rushed out fiercely, and stabbed them with a knife when the barbarian army was at its most chaotic.

........................

Barbarian camp, southeast.

This place has been reduced to a battlefield like a sea of ​​fire.

"Cut!" Chen Sheng raised the Mo Dao in his hand, staring straight ahead with cold eyes.

"cut!"

"cut!"

The Mo Dao stood up, like Lin Qingtian, and the Mo Dao fell, like the god of death descending, slashing past, everywhere it went, there were corpses and arms, and the ground was full of flesh and blood.

"too frightening!"

"What kind of soldiers and horses are these!"

The barbarians were terrified at this moment.

"Withdraw, disperse!"

Leng Mu, the cave master of Lengshui Cave of the Barbarian Army, was the commander of the rear wing of the camp. The enemy army rushed in at dawn, and the [-] warriors under his command were the first to die in battle.

At the beginning, he still had the heart to fight back, and gathered his troops in anger, but facing the beheading of Modaoying, at this moment, he was afraid and timid.

"Hurry up!"

"Get out!"

One by one voices shouted, and the whole camp was in chaos.

"The king of a certain barbarian tribe is Meng Huo, who is here?"

Meng Huo had already personally led his army into the battlefield, so he rushed up violently and shouted angrily.

"I am your father!"

Chen Sheng came from a bandit, and his qualities were not very good. He greeted Meng Huo twice before he started to explode: "Modaoerlang, today is the day we become famous in the world, behead!"

"cut!"

"cut!"

Mo Dao cut it down, and another group of barbarian soldiers were killed.

"Damn things!"

Meng Huo was furious: "The rattan armor soldier, kill!"

"kill!"

"kill!"

Tutu Gu charged forward, and a group of barbarian warriors under his command in rattan armor charged forward one after another.

"Array!"

Chen Sheng was born as a bandit, but it is true that he is familiar with military books, and his talent in the military formation is even more extraordinary, so Mu Jing was relieved to hand over the Modao Battalion to him: "Zhong Yi retreats, left and right Two wings come forward, surround!"

"drink!"

"drink!"

Amidst the shouting and drinking, the Modao camp changed into a formation of two dragons emerging from the formation of a long snake, with a hollow in the middle, and a semi-arc camp.

"Rush over!"

Meng Huo is very confident in the rattan armored soldiers. His rattan armored soldiers are invincible and have never been defeated. Even in Wei County, they were defeated only because of strategic issues, not the defeat of the rattan armored soldiers.

"rush!"

The sudden bone rush was very violent.

"Stand up the knife!"

When Chen Dao retreated to the middle camp, it wasn't that he didn't want to charge, but that he had made a judgment. Fighting alone may not necessarily be the enemy's opponent. The most important thing for a man is self-knowledge. At this time, he must learn to use the power of the Modao camp.

"Stand up the knife!"

"Stand up the knife!"

One by one, they raised their knives above their heads.

"cut!"

With one knife, countless knives were chopped down.

Click!

Click!

Click!

The rattan armor that the rattan armor soldiers were proud of, was split apart one by one by the power and sharpness of Mo Dao.

"How could this be?"

Meng Huo's face instantly turned livid.

The production of rattan armor is very difficult, requiring special rattan weaving, and then soaking it with special tung oil. The characteristics are also obvious, light, not afraid of water, strong air permeability, and particularly tough, ordinary knives and guns can't penetrate it .

But the only disadvantage is also obvious, fear of fire.

In history, the rattan armor soldiers were destroyed by a fire.

However, Meng Huo and the others are very aware of this shortcoming, so they attack on weekdays and are very wary of this. Even in history, Zhuge Liang used tricks and schemes to make them fall for the trap and be burned. .

But now, Xi Zhicai doesn't need to spend such brain cells at all. In his opinion, no matter how strong the defensive power of the rattan armor is, it can't stop Mo Dao. After seeing the lethality of Mo Dao, he is very confident Get rid of the rattan soldiers.

"Damn it, block it!"

As the main general, Tu Gugu charged forward, ostentatiously, and was treated specially. Everyone else fell with a Modao, and at least five or six Modao were chopped down around him, even though he tried his best to block one. , two handles, three handles, but on him, the weapon was cut off, the battle armor was cut off, and the horse was also beheaded, making him unstoppable.

"cut!"

Another knife cut down.

Click!

The sudden bone had half of his chest cut off, blood flowed all over the place, and his eyes widened.

died!

Do not look down.

He thought he was a fierce general of a generation, and he was not killed by Huang Zhong, but was hacked to death by random knives.

This is the sorrow of the generals on the battlefield.

No matter how high your martial arts are, even if you reach Huang Zhong's level, on the battlefield, as long as you are under siege, you will die at any time, because you can fight ten, one hundred, one thousand with your own strength, but sooner or later you will be exhausted , was either shot to death by random arrows, or hacked to death by random knives, and was pierced through the heart by a spear while alive.

"impossible!"

Meng Huo didn't believe it, he didn't believe he saw this scene: "It won't be like this, my rattan armor soldiers are invincible, absolutely not like this, what kind of witchcraft is this, I don't believe it!"

"Continue to cut, cut off everything in front of you, and push it hard!" Chen Sheng raised his long knife and shouted angrily.

"cut!"

"cut!"

The Mo Dao battalion marched hand in hand, the Mo Dao in their hands seemed to be repeating a movement, continuously raised and then lowered, but it was like a meat grinder, slowly pushing forward, stirring countless flesh and blood.

Every time they swung the Mo Dao, countless barbarian soldiers were killed. All the way they passed was full of flesh and blood. Every step was bloody, and every step was a mountain of corpses.

In less than half an hour, the five thousand Tengjia soldiers were wiped out under the frenzied advance of the Modao Battalion.

On the ground, most of them were beheaded corpses and severed arms, as well as green rattan armor. These things that the barbarians flattered as god armors have now been broken into pieces, and every piece of the fragments is accompanied by blood.

"Our rattan armor soldiers were wiped out?"

"Are they devils!"

"How can there be such a powerful soldier in the world!"

"Respected god, save us!"

"Even the rattan armor soldiers can't beat them enough, how can we fight them!"

At this time, the darkness had already passed away, a round of red sun rose above the horizon, and the faint rays of the morning sun poured on the battlefield. All the soldiers of the barbarian army looked at this scene with stunned eyes, as if their faith had been destroyed. up.

(End of this chapter)