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It was late at night, and even though they fought for a night, they were both physically and mentally exhausted, but they were both the main generals, Cheng Pu, Song Qian, and Chen Wu, and other generals. This situation of extreme physical fatigue but high mental excitement was normal for the three generals of Jiangdong. As military generals, they had already realized this.

How to relieve this emotion, the three generals have their own ways.

Song Qian was the confidant general who followed Sun Ce when he was uprising. He was in his prime and energetic. When he returned to his military tent, his entourage handed over a pot of wine. Song Qian quickly took it and weighed it. Well, half a pound, no more or less. It was just enough to be slightly fumigated but not drunk, and it was so exhausted that it would not be really drunk.

While Song Qian was drinking secretly, Chen Wu was leading several entourages to patrol the camp.

Although he was both a general in the Sun Ce era, Chen Wu was not as effective as Song Qian. He was also very young at this time, only in his twenties. Just like the young man who joined the company later, he worked diligently and exchanged for tomorrow. Although he was tired, he still insisted on inspecting the entire camp, not seeking to do the best, at least he had to do it.

Compared with the two young men, Cheng Pu was old enough in both age and qualifications. In fact, in the entire Jiangdong Army, only Huang Gai could compete with him. There was also Han Dang, who died not long ago. Cheng Pu had experience in this kind of thing. He asked his entourage to light six or seven candles, then brought a lot of military newspapers and maps, and finally put a bowl of sheep bone soup on the table, then drank and looked while thinking.

The moon is hazy; the night is quiet.

At this moment, an old general was almost lying on the map on the desk, with military newspapers scattered around him; a fierce general lying on his back, slapped in a small mouthful of wine, looking satisfied; a young general led five or six entourages from the east to the south, then to the west, and finally headed north.

The next moment, the sound of thunderous iron hooves broke all this.

Cheng Pu looked up in shock.

Song Qian's wine pot was shocked.

Chen Wu's body froze.

Boom! The wooden fence poured, the smoke evaporated, the iron flow rushed in like a tide.

Zang Ba took the lead and broke into the camp. With the horse's stance, he waved his sword and cut a stunned patrolman behind the camp into two pieces. At this time, the soldiers of Jiangdong rushed out of the camp barefoot one by one, and were not dressed in order, but fortunately they still had weapons in their hands.

The Jiangdong Army was actually mentally prepared for the enemy's attack. But they didn't expect two things: one was that the attack came from the north, and their attention was all on the southeast water surface. The other was that there were so many cavalrymen who broke the camp and attacked so quickly.

There were few cavalry in the Jiangdong Army, and having cavalry means strong combat power. In the Sun Ce era, the best reward for military merit was to add more cavalry to a certain general. Taking Cheng Pu as an example, he had 200 followers, which was the largest number of cavalry among the entire Jiangdong Army. Song Qian had less than 100 followers, while Chen Wu had only one team.

The soldiers of the Jiangdong Army fought in Jiangdong, Huainan and Jiangbei for a long time, and had never crossed the Huai River and lacked the experience of responding to cavalry. In fact, as soon as the cavalry rushed, the Jiangdong Army patrol was discovered, but there was no time to warn, and they could not stop them. They stared at the flying cavalry lasso and pulled down the camp.

As soon as the camp was overturned, the Bingzhou cavalry swarmed in. The entire breakthrough process was less than a meal, so many soldiers in Jiangdong could not react, let alone form a formation and counterattack.

Zang Ba rushed into the north, and Chen Wucha inspected the Beiying at this time.

Although the enemy cavalry and the enemy is in the middle of the enemy, the general's duties made Chen Wu resolutely, draw his sword and unsheathed it, lead several entourages, shout and intercept them head-on.

Seeing a dark horse with black armor, flew like the wind, all the soldiers splattered blood to the ground wherever they passed.

Chen Wu shouted abruptly, and a entourage holding a shield behind him hurriedly stopped and half-squatted to raise the shield. Chen Wu rushed forward, stepped onto the shield with one foot, jumped up, and slashed with a knife.

Zang Ba slashed and killed all the way, venting his anger. It was so good. Unexpectedly, he was killed in the air by a man. He was caught off guard and had only time to bow his head! The iron doll was slashed down by a knife, his head was buzzing and his body shook continuously. If it weren't for the stirrups, he would have to fall off the horse.

Chen Wu hit the air with a knife, his body rolled, and he hit the cavalry behind Zang Ba with his shoulders and back. The cavalry behind him was caught off guard and fell off his horse. Without even a scream, he was stepped onto the meat paste by countless iron hooves...

Chen Wuze almost grabbed the saddle and bridle and did not fall off the horse, but just sat firmly, the blade was cold and roaring. However, Zang Ba turned around and waved his knife, and cut off his head with his head.

Chen Wu was just a ring-headed sword in his hand, which was only five feet long. How could he fight against a large sword more than 100 feet long? He swung the sword to block it while walking sideways. The iron cavalry rushed by his side like a tide, but because of Zang Ba's pursuit, no one attacked him.

Zang Ba was determined to find Song Qian and Chen Wu, and wanted to slaughter the heads of these two generals to avenge their brothers. But he did not know the two, and even the enemies did not know each other. If Chen Wu had not cut off his helmet and knocked down his follower, causing him to die tragically, Zang Ba would not have chased him hard.

But what Zang Ba did not expect was that this man was so difficult to deal with, he could block dozens of strikes and even beat Cold Zi back, which was quite tenacious.

The two of them went back and forth in the fire, fighting each other for a few matches, no victory or defeat.

At this time, more than ten cavalry flocked into the gap in the camp. Zhang Liao was the leader. His eyes flashed. Seeing Zang Ba fighting an enemy general, he immediately slapped his horse forward and said loudly: "Xuan Gao, it's important to rush to the camp, and you can't fight in love."

Zang Ba had already shown his temper and shouted repeatedly: "When I kill this thief, I will rush to the camp. Look at the knife! Look at the knife! Look at the knife!"

When the two horses were in the stirrup, Zang Ba quickly slashed three swords. Every time Chen Wu blocked, his arms would be numb. After blocking the three swords, his forehead was sweating profusely. If the weapons were not easy, the war horses were not familiar with them, and if they continued to fight, they would definitely lose.

Seeing that Chen Wu could not kill the enemy's chief general, he disturbed the enemy's army, he immediately took a horse and left, but in a hurry, he galloped past more than ten steps away from Zhang Liao.

Chen Wu made a big mistake. He shouldn't have run past a cheetah. No one can escape the cheetah, and no one dares to turn his back to Zhang Liao. Chen Wu did this, and the result was...

Knock! The cold wind was coming, Chen Wu looked back at the horizontal sword in shock.

When! The knife cuts off the blood and appears. Chen Wu falls off his horse.

"Let's go!" Zhang Liao rushed away with a long sword, as if he had only killed an unknown man.

Zang Ba sincerely praised: "Wen Yuan has good means!" He followed closely.

Chen Wu struggled to support him, half-kneeled and supported the ground with a broken knife, pressed his hands under his ribs, his lips were bitten, and he stared at the back of the two generals. Countless riders on both sides flew past him, and no one looked at him, and no one made up for a knife. It was not until the last rider disappeared that Chen Wu slowly pounced forward...

The sky was red and bright. Because the entire camp had turned into a sea of ​​fire. In the raging fire, countless soldiers from Jiangdong ran around like ants on a hot pan. Although they had the advantage of numbers, they could not play their own advantages in the face of surprise attacks. Every time they assembled, they were scattered by the iron cavalry that rushed out of the thorns. A plate of loose sand without organization, no matter how many people were, it was useless. The Jiangdong Army finally tasted the sad taste of the Langya Army last night. What's even more tragic is that as more and more captured Langya Army were rescued, more and more enemies were joining the pursuit of them, and the advantage of the number was gradually lost...

In the case of a complete collapse, only one army can still carry out an organized counterattack against Cheng Pu and two hundred followers.

The fire that soared into the sky was like a background. Under the reflection of the fire, the two cavalry soldiers were in harmony, blood and sweat flew together, people roared and neighed, and they rushed together.

These two cavalrymen are one of the Bingzhou Iron Cavalry and the other is Cheng Pu's follower.

Cheng Pu was from Tugen, Youzhou, and was skilled in archery and horses. He was a relatively well-known member of the Jiangdong Army in terms of training and defensive cavalry. Even so, he still could not compete with Zhang Liao's iron cavalry. The reason is very simple. The counterattack was not the cargo cavalry like the Jingzhou Army or the Jiangxia Army, but the first-class iron cavalry of the Han army.

At that time, the great Han cavalry could only count a few of them: one was the Dragon Wolf Strong Cavalry, the other was the Xiliang Cavalry, the Bingzhou Iron Cavalry, and the other was the famous cavalry of Wuwan in Youzhou. There were only a few, which were considered first-class cavalry. The others were second- and third-rate goods that could not be on the table. The cavalry of the Jiangdong Army was stronger than the Jingzhou Army and Jiangxia Army, and was on the same level as the Ji and Yan Cavalry. They could be called first-class in Jingjiang. Looking at the world, they could only be ranked second-rate.

What does it feel like to have a second-rate and first-rate fight head-on? Well, it's similar to the match between the Chinese national football team and UEFA.

In the fierce battle, Cheng Pu watched the cavalry fall down one by one, and even he was injured in many places, and was distraught.

Just when it was extremely critical, a fire broke out and a cavalry rushed out. Cheng Pu roared and waved his knife, and the cavalryman shouted: "Mr. Cheng, it's me."

Cheng Pu looked closely and it turned out to be Song Qian.

"Mr. Cheng retreats quickly, leave it to me."

Cheng Pu was furious: "Why is the enemy standing in front of you? How can you retreat with your tail between your head?"

Song Qian said anxiously: "Mr. Cheng is the chief general of the army. You must not be an enemy in the face of battle. If there is any mistake, the morale of the army will be defeated..."

"Isn't this situation considered a failure?" Cheng Pu sighed bitterly, and was about to say something. Suddenly, a wave of arrow flew over and hit the back of his shoulders. Cheng Pu shouted, and his saddle was about to fall. Fortunately, he was held by the left and right, and he couldn't even retreat.

The fire was blazing, as if it was burning the sky red. Before the Red Flame, it was the last counterattack force of the Jiangdong Army.

Song Qian lifted his spear and slammed heavily. Behind him were dozens of remaining followers, and each knight had a desperate intention written on his face. They were Cheng Pu's followers, and each followed Cheng Pu for more than five years. They worked so hard not for the glory of the Jiangdong Army or Sun Quan, but for the lord Cheng Pu to escape safely.

Opposite them were more than a hundred Bingzhou Iron Cavalry reorganized. This strong cavalry lined up into a sharp front and plump back. The sharpest point of the sharp front is Zhang Liao, who jumped on the horse with a sword across the crossbar.

Without any extra words, the generals of both sides raised their swords and spears at the same time, and the two cavalry collided heavily, shouting, wailing, blade light, and blood shadows intertwined into a bloody night.

I don’t know how long it took, when all the sounds and shadows stopped, the cavalry surrounded him, and the blood-stained Song Qian in the center.

Song Qian's spear had long been broken, and the spare knife was full of gaps. His mount was also killed. He only supported the ground with his sword, and could not bear it.

Zhang Liao looked at Zang Ba who was flying not far away and whispered: "Xuan Gao, Song Qian is here. You can take his head and avenge your brothers."

Song Qian smiled miserably: "I won't die in the hands of the Taishan bandit." He held the knife and stabbed it hard. The knife penetrated into the abdomen and blood flowed all over the ground.
Chapter completed!