Under Zhang Fei's fury, Wu Zhaohou's army burst into unprecedented madness. With three thousand soldiers, they dragged the Xiliang army to the southwest wall. Even though Ma Chao led troops to charge into the battle many times, they were all defeated.

In his madness, Zhang Fei blocked back, but in desperation, the battle fell into a bloody stalemate!

Miserable howls arose one after another, and soldiers were dying every moment, but everyone seemed to be unaware and rushed toward each other desperately.

It was not until nightfall that Han Sui, who had been on the outside, had to order the withdrawal of troops.

…

Outside Dayang City, inside the temporary camp set up by Han Sui.

Han Sui and Ma Chao walked side by side towards the commander's tent. Both of them looked extremely ugly. After a while, Han Sui sighed: "Nearly half of the eight uncrowned generals under my command are dead. Even the most respected Yan Xing is dead.

At this time, it has become a sharp knife for others. I really don’t know how long it can last!”

Ma Chao nodded heavily and said in a condensed voice: "Standing on the opposite side with Wu Zhaohou is destined to not be easy! Even if we win, it is a tragic victory that is close to defeat. However, even so, there are not many people who can really win.

He can win!" Ma Chao couldn't help but shudder when he thought of Ma Wan's miserable appearance!

Seeing Ma Chao's appearance, Han Sui couldn't help but reveal a wry smile: "We will return to the army after we capture Dayang and some counties that are not guarded by an army!"

Han Sui was really scared at this moment. Thousands of troops are easy to get, but one general is hard to find. If he continues to lose like this, even if Han Sui has an army of 100,000 but no leader, he will be defeated sooner or later!

Ma Chao also knew Han Sui's concern. He thought about it for a while, did not speak, and just walked silently with his head lowered.

After a while, Ma Chao and Han Sui went their separate ways, and Ma Chao stepped into another large tent similar to the handsome tent.

Ma Teng, who was on the bed, saw Ma Chao coming back and asked aloud: "How is it?"

Ma Chao shook his head with worry and said: "Ma Wan is dead! The city tower collapsed, but we couldn't attack the city!"

"As expected!" Ma Teng said with a trace of bitterness on his face: "I have already guessed that this would be the result. Forget it, after Dayang City is captured, we will take some easy-to-get counties and plunder them.

Then go back to Xiliang!"

The worry on Ma Chao's face became more intense, and he smiled self-deprecatingly: "Uncle Han said the same!"

"General, there is a scout outside the door asking to see you!"

Suddenly, a cry for permission sounded outside the door, making Ma Teng swallow his words and waved his hand: "Let him in!"

Whoosh!

The curtain of the big tent was opened directly, and a scout with a black face stepped in. When he saw Ma Teng lying on the bed, he instantly became jealous and choked up:

"Little...little man, see the general!"

Ma Teng was already in a low mood. Now that he saw the scout looking like a dead father and mother, the irritation on his face became even more intense: "Why are you crying? Speak up!"

"Yes!" the scout promised, but still couldn't help the grief in his heart. Instead, he burst into tears and cried: "General, on the first night when Wu Zhaohou arrived at the Chiyang River, he defeated him at night.

The Xinping garrison consisted of 12,000 people, and they immediately used the strategy of defrauding the city without stopping, and captured Wugong County the next day. General Wang Guo and General Cheng Yi were all killed!"

"What, both Xinping City and Wugong City were destroyed?!"

Ma Teng and Ma Jinchao were suddenly shocked, and their expressions suddenly changed. After a while, they seemed to have lost all strength, and their bodies collapsed.

"Eight generals are gone!"

A shrill howl roared from the tent next door, filling the entire tent with an aura of sorrow.

...

In Dayang City, in the County Magistrate’s Office

Yan Rou sat cross-legged at the top of the table, her expression uncertain.

Tian Yu was sitting on the left side of Yan Rou, looking extremely ugly. The other generals and lieutenants were burying their heads in the lower two rows.

Bang!

Suddenly, Yan Rou raised her hand, slapped it directly on the table, and said angrily: "It's not decent, there really is no discipline at all! Zhang Fei is provoking this general! Didn't he let him arrange the black mud with peace of mind? Why did it happen?

In the southwest corner!"

Tian Yu looked extremely irritable and said: "If we can't save him this time, even if Han Sui and Ma Teng's more than 20,000 people are wiped out, the merits will not be worth the effort!"

Tian Yu could be said to be extremely angry with Zhang Fei at this moment. He was simply taking his life to play with their future. He knew clearly that Yun Ye valued him, but he still took his own life for granted. If he was just an ordinary general,

, he will die if he dies, but he is a general that Yun Ye values ​​​​extremely. If he dies, how can he escape punishment?

The other generals and lieutenants also felt a little angry at Zhang Fei. The strategy they had clearly laid out was almost ruined by Zhang Fei's guy!

At this moment, an old man with white beard and a medicine bag on his shoulder stepped into the hall. Seeing the old man walking in, Yan Rou quickly stood up and asked: "Sir, how is Zhang Fei?"

The old man stroked his beard with a worried look and shook his head, causing everyone in the room to feel their hearts sink to the bottom.

"Could it be..." Yan Rou's body went limp, her eyes widened, and she almost fell to the ground.

Seeing Yan Rou's appearance, the old man knew that Yan Rou had misunderstood, and quickly supported Yan Rou and said:

"My lord, I have misunderstood. It is not hopeless! Although there are many wounds on General Zhang's body, most of them are skin injuries and injuries to muscles and bones, and no internal organs are injured! However, he has lost too much blood and may need to rest for a few days before he wakes up. It's just

, you can’t do anything again for at least half a year, otherwise, your left hand will definitely be in danger!”

"It's good that you're not dead!" Yan Rou looked relaxed after hearing this, and let out a long breath. As for not being able to take action for half a year, she responded to Yan Rou's thoughts. After half a year, Zhang Fei was no longer with him, and there was no life or death.

Just do his thing!

Zhang Fei is brave. Even Yan Rou has to admit that Zhang Fei's martial arts is enough to be called an enemy of ten thousand people. However, every time Zhang Fei fights, he seems to be desperate for his life. Yan Rou is scared every time she sees Zhang Fei fighting.

It was a heart-stopping moment!

"Come here, send the old man down, and you will be rewarded generously!" Yan Rou, who received the exact news, seemed to be relieved of all the burdens on her body, and a smile appeared on her face. After sending the old man away, she sat directly at the front seat.

He lowered his hands to his knees and said in a deep voice:

"All the generals listen to the order. From now on, every half hour, a thousand people will go to the west city tower to guard. At the hour of the hour, all people will retreat to the north and south streets. The rockets are ready! When the arrows sound, everyone will head towards the main street.

Shoot the arrow! Do you understand?!"

"The general will wait and understand!"

Yan Rou's mouth showed a hint of expectation, and her eyes were looking to the west without realizing it: "My lord, this time... I will give you a memorial to announce your great joy!"

.....

On top of the city tower made of bluestone slabs, the lights are brightly lit

Soldiers in black light armor, holding halberds with shining white light in their hands, were neatly arranged on the tower, looking at the Xiliang Army camp not far away.

A school captain, with his hand on the hilt of the sword at his waist, walked slowly on the tower, a hint of expectation could be seen faintly at the corner of his mouth.

.....

"Are you still here?!"

In Han Sui's camp, under the dim light, Han Sui, who had not rested yet, slowly rubbed his temples to drive away the fatigue that was coming like a tide. A trace of white hair could be faintly seen on his temples.

Behind him, Yang Qiu stood with his sword pressed, and nodded slowly: "Above the city tower, every half an hour, a new group of guards will be replaced, and they will be extremely tight!"

"Huh!" Han Sui let out a long breath, turned around, put his hands behind his back, and his slightly cloudy eyes seemed to have penetrated the thick curtains and the thick darkness: "Why, I always feel that there is something wrong

Is it strange?"

"Every half an hour, a group of thousands of guards are replaced, which is too frequent!" Yang Qiu said with his head.

"Get the map!" Han Sui waved his hand, took the map handed over by Yang Qiu, spread it directly under the oil lamp, carefully observed the map, and kept muttering: "Hedong, Jiguan, Hulao.

..Could it be that you want to repeat the same trick?!"

"General, do you think the other party wants to evacuate slowly?" Yang Qiu asked with raised eyebrows.

When Han Sui heard this, he slowly closed the map in his hand between his jaws, threw it on the table, and closed his eyes slightly: "It's possible! I'm telling you to go ahead and not rest tonight, and be ready to pursue at any time!"
Chapter completed!