"No."
Suddenly, Yang Ang thought that his family members were indeed in Zhang Lu's hands.
What he did at this time had already touched Zhang Lu's bottom line.
In desperation, Yang Ang didn't have time to think too much, he grasped Ma Chao's Coiling Dragon and Crouching Tiger Spear with both hands, and stabbed the towering Ma Chao fiercely.
It's a pity that this kind of trick of fighting against a trapped beast is really not worth showing off in Ma Chao's eyes.
Ma Chao relaxed his arms and snatched the Coiling Dragon and Crouching Tiger Spear.
When the big gun found its owner, it couldn't help but let out a long groan.
Then, as if in revenge, the cold tip of the gun pierced Yang Ang's throat.
Yang Ang's hands violently grabbed Ma Chao's Coiling Dragon and Crouching Tiger Spear.
The broken throat made him unable to make any sound and could only make a rattling sound.
But Ma Chao seemed to understand Yang Ang's words.
He leaned down and said to Yang Ang: "Don't worry, I will treat your family well.
Zhang Lu will not have the opportunity to touch your family."
After saying that, the big gun was suddenly pulled out from Yang Ang's neck.
Yang Ang stared at Ma Chao, but the corners of his mouth showed a look of contentment.
The rising sun was rising, casting thousands of golden rays of light.
At this moment, Ma Chao was standing in front of the three corpses, his brocade robes being blown up by the strong wind.
Like a blood-splattered painting, it outlines this tragic and silent battlefield, and also depicts the heroic appearance of the invincible general.
At this time, all the Xiliang cavalry raised the big swords in their hands to the horse's neck, clamped the horse's belly with their legs, adjusted their bodies to the posture most suitable for charging, and stared at the commander in front.
The moment he swung his big gun: the enemy's morale had been greatly reduced at this time.
It was the opportunity for the cavalry to destroy the enemy in one fell swoop with swift wind and fierce fire.
This kind of scene is already too familiar to them.
The battlefield intuition cultivated through repeated training is absolutely unmistakable.
Even Zhao Yun, Taishi Ci, and Huang Yuan, the three generals who command the cavalry, are already prepared.
However, Ma Chao made no move at all and allowed Zhang Lu's army in front to flee to the camp, as if he just wanted to watch the chaos and misery of the defeated soldiers trampling on each other.
In front of him, Zhang Lujun, who had a square formation of more than 5,000 people, was still kneeling on the ground in a daze, looking at Ma Chao pleadingly.
Believers are indeed fanatical, but this depends on the circumstances.
At this time, the only person they could trust in their hearts was the Heavenly Master Zhang Lu.
Zhang Lu was so afraid of Ma Chao this time, which naturally made these people believe that Ma Chao was a truer and stronger god than Zhang Lu.
From this, some of them retreated in panic like Zhang Lu; some chose to submit to the true God.
However, the generals of the Ma family did not believe this at all.
They only saw that Ma Chao missed a great opportunity and couldn't help but feel anxious.
The ugly brother Huang Yuan even rushed to Zhao Yun and said: "General Zhao, do you think my lord is right?"
"No, Meng Qi is ruthless and calculating.
Although his actions are unexpected, they often have deep meanings.
Let's wait."
Although he said this, Zhao Yun still looked at Ma Chao's back with some doubts in his eyes.
Fortunately, just when Zhang Lu's defeated army was halfway back, Ma Chao finally made a move.
He gently waved the big gun in his hand, signaling to accept the five thousand believers in Zhang Lu's front row.
Afterwards, he rode back to the formation, and on the way he ordered: "Keep the formation, accept these soldiers, don't let them break the formation."
After saying "Gao Shun and Li Yan, set up the trebuchet and blast Zhang Lu's camp", Ma Chao came to Zhao Yun.
"Lord, why did you miss such a good opportunity?"
After Ma Chao's first words, Zhao Yun also waved his silver spear and sent out five hundred white horse followers to lead the defeated troops to surrender.
But when he saw Ma Chao returning, he still couldn't help but ask.
"Pang Tong is in the camp.
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If our cavalry attacks in large numbers, we will fall into his trap of luring the enemy."
Ma Chao had a gloomy face, and his tone was very cold when he said this.
It seems that he no longer has much patience with this young man Pang Tong.
As soon as these words came out, all the generals were shocked, and finally understood the reason why Ma Chao was so solemn and motionless before: If he did not stop in front of the formation, he would probably take advantage of the situation to charge; and if he retreated to the formation early, it would not damage Zhang Lu's morale Complete collapse.
Only when Zhang Lu had no choice but to advance or retreat could he return to the formation and make a calm plan.
"My lord, are you sure?"
Zhao Yun looked at the enemy camp from a distance and saw the chaos of Zhang Lu's soldiers running like wolves and hogs.
There was no possibility of fraud at all.
"Pang Tong's tricks have made it hard for us to guard against him many times.
Zhang Lu had no intention of looking back at the camp four times before.
I concluded that Pang Tong was in the camp."
Ma Chao looked at Gao Shun and Li Yan again, his face condensed and he said, "I'd rather Believe it or not, I would rather miss this good opportunity to fight against that kind of evildoer than let Ma Jiajun sink into the sand."
"That's right, be careful when sailing."
Gao Shun nodded, then waved at the same time as Li Yan, and the two flags danced, sending a signal to the siege camp behind them.
After a while, the Ma family's siege camp began to advance.
Ma Chao watched quietly as the five hundred infantrymen, protected by the complete Ma's phalanx, pushed twenty trebuchets forward for a long distance, then purposefully threw huge rocks into the camp.
Streams of dust rose from the camp.
Ma Chao looked through the telescope and saw the soldiers in Zhang Lu's camp looking around in a panic, as if something was wrong.
Afterwards, Ma Chao felt a vague uneasiness lingering in his heart.
From the perspective of a man who had experienced the battlefield for a long time, the enemies in Zhang Lu's camp seemed to be putting on a show.
Moreover, after the defeat, they could react so quickly, which showed that Pang Tong had no control over Pang Tong.
Failure in battle has already been planned.
Unfortunately, there was never any counterattack from Zhang Lu's camp, and Ma Chao was unable to confirm his suspicions.
Ma Chao thought for a while, and then he saw a forest not far away.
The corners of his mouth turned up in a sinister arc, and then he made a sinister decision.
At this time, in Zhang Lu's camp, an ugly young man wearing five-color Taoist robes was furious: "How could there be no fighting, and only one person scared you all back?"
Pang Tong had learned a lot about soldiers, and he could sniff out the clues of any conspiracy.
However, after all, he was young and had only experienced the Battle of Baishui Pass.
He had never seen a real general play a big role in a battle.
Especially, he did not believe how a general could become a large army.
The spirit of the army allows the soldiers under their command to follow the generals in dire adversities, gradually removing the disguise of victory.
A general does not control the heaven above, the earth below, and the people in the middle.
Once the sharp edge is revealed, it can make thousands of horses stand in silence, and the situation in the world will change.
Only the general's style can be seen.
Pang Tong had read this sentence from Wei Liaozi, but it was just cold words, not a living general who was dominating the world at all.
Therefore, Pang Tong never believed that a person was a myth, let alone that Ma Chao had indeed created this myth today.
"If I hadn't set up a strange formation in advance to divert attention and calm the morale of the army, I'm afraid you would have been killed by Ma Chao."
Pang Tong became angrier as he spoke.
His snub-nosed and black face looked even more unwelcome when he was so angry.
Duo Guan: "What a shame, that Ma Chao actually saw through my clever plan and didn't order the cavalry to attack immediately, which wasted all my deployment."
"And you, if you lose, you will lose.
You can't even lure Ma Chao to attack.
Oh, this damn trebuchet."
At this point, a huge stone hit the side of the Chinese military tent, shaking the Chinese military tent. trembling.
However, before those generals who were not even third-rate could reply, a noisy and uneasy voice suddenly came from outside the tent: "No, it's gone."
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"Fart!"
Pang Tong was even more furious and opened the tent door.
But after he stretched his head and looked around, he suddenly couldn't close his mouth: he saw Ma Chao's twenty-two powerful trebuchets in front of him, no longer throwing boulders, but burning trees.
Countless burning giant trees, fueled by kerosene, rolled down into the tent with all their majestic power.
Many tents were immediately set on fire, and countless believers knelt on the ground, begging Ma Chao not to attack again.
Many soldiers even shouted and ran out to join Ma Chao's camp.
"The thief Ma Chao is so deceptive."
Pang Tong watched the sparks falling from the sky.
At this time, he vaguely understood why those people were so afraid of Ma Chao: "He is simply a shameless war maniac":