Chapter 36: Furious Counterattack (Please Collect)

  Thanks to Brother Xi Yang for his generous reward, I now have my first disciple, I'm thrilled.

  Yan Liang shot out like a black lightning bolt, with five hundred iron cavalry following closely behind, like a giant black iron spear, piercing through the last remnants of night before dawn, and sweeping towards Cao's camp which was completely unguarded.

  Only Man Chong and 700 Cao troops remained in the camp.

  Cao Hong believed in Man Chong's plan, and this time he took away the elite forces of Cao's army. He was afraid that Man Chong would share the credit, so he left Man Chong behind to guard the camp.

  Man Chong didn't mind, at this time he was pacing back and forth in his tent, anxiously waiting for news of Cao Hong's victory.

  According to Man Chong's speculation, with Cao Hong's 4,000 elite troops, breaking through Yan Liang's 1,000 frightened soldiers would be no problem at all.

  However, several hours had passed since the troops were sent out, yet there was still no news of victory, which made Man Chong feel that something was not quite right.

  Suddenly, a soldier rushed into the tent and cried out in alarm: "General, it's not good! There are countless cavalrymen coming from the north to attack our camp."

  "What?"

  Man Chong was greatly shocked, but he didn't believe it. He hastily put on his armor and rode a horse to rush to the north of the camp.

  When Manchong saw the dust filling the sky and heard the rumbling of horse hooves, his face turned pale in an instant, as if he had seen the most unthinkable and terrifying thing in this world.

  It's Yan Liang's cavalry!

  But he clearly didn't go back to Xin Ye, so how could he appear here? How is this possible?

  Man Chong was deeply shocked in his heart and had to admit that he had fallen into Yan Liang's trap.

  "This Yan Liang is indeed clever and cunning, causing me to fall into his trap twice. If I lose today, what face will I have left to live with?"

  Filled with shock and shame, anger surged in his chest. In the face of a critical situation, Manchu was unable to think much further and could only order the terrified soldiers to quickly form ranks and prepare for battle.

  It's too late.

  Yan Liang's surprise attack came too suddenly, and the five hundred iron cavalry were all heavily armored heavy cavalry. This army was like a modern tank corps in terms of its impact force and defensive capabilities, which were almost terrifying.

  The arrows shot hastily from Cao's camp were insufficient in attacking power and too few in number, unable to stop the charge of the 500 heavy cavalry.

  In an instant, the iron cavalry surged forward like a black lightning bolt, unstoppable.

  Because they did not expect the enemy to emerge miraculously from the north, this northern camp line had no trenches or moats, only a simple wooden fence, how could it withstand the impact of heavy cavalry.

  With the sound of "crackling", Yan Liang and his iron cavalry broke through the enemy wall like a withered tree, pouring into Cao's camp like a flood.

  Those in the front row of Cao's army were like paper-pasted fake people, either being knocked flying by iron cavalry or crushed into meat paste, with over a hundred deaths in an instant.

  Yan Liang rode his horse forward, wielding a large knife and dancing wildly, breaking into the camp and slaughtering the terrified enemy at will.

  Five hundred Hebei iron cavalry followed, cutting and killing the fleeing enemy, and set fire to the enemy's camp, burning it down.

  More than 700 Cao troops were killed in an instant, and nearly all of them were dead or wounded.

  Yan Liang saw Man Chong's figure from afar and galloped forward, cutting a bloody path through the enemy lines. He shouted loudly: "Man Bo Ning, we agreed to let you return and negotiate, why did you break your promise!"

  In a burst of rage, Yan Liang had already killed his way to within five steps, the long knife in his hand flashing with a chilling light.

  Man Chong saw Yan Liang for a moment, and his face showed a complex expression of shame and anger.

  He was angry at being defeated again by Yan Liang's hands, and ashamed that he himself had failed to keep his promise.

  Looking around, the defeat was already settled, Man Chong knew he was no match for Yan Liang, and his random movements were nothing but a futile struggle before death.

  He gritted his teeth and dismounted, throwing away the weapon in his hand, and sat down cross-legged with his eyes closed.

  This appearance is as if saying: whether to kill or to slice, all listen to your convenience.

  Seeing Man Chong like this, Yan Liang smiled.

  The battle ended quickly, and the entire Cao camp had turned into a sea of flames.

  "Bring General Man up here, I still have a good show for him to enjoy." Yan Liang waved his hand and shouted.

  Manchong was tied up again.

  Breaking through Cao's camp was just the beginning, and there were still Cao Hong's 4,000-strong army to be dealt with. Yan Liang ordered his soldiers to take a short rest before rushing south along the main road.

  Twenty miles away, a fierce battle of attack and defense was still going on.

  Wen Ping was indeed a good general. With just over a thousand soldiers, he firmly withstood the fierce attack of Cao Hong's 4,000-strong army.

  However, Cao Jun had more men after all, and after barely holding on for several hours, as the casualties among his soldiers increased, Wen Ping gradually showed signs of being unable to hold on.

  Cao Hong was overjoyed and said that with just a bit more effort, the great achievement of defeating Yan Liang would be his.

  Just as Cao Hong's confidence was growing, a soldier suddenly shouted: "It's terrible! The big camp is on fire!"

  Someone shouted, and the surrounding companions turned their heads one after another. Sure enough, in the direction of the big camp to the north, flames soared into the sky, and thick smoke billowed.

  "The big camp is on fire!!"

  "The enemy has raided our main camp!"

  In an instant, most of the soldiers in the camp saw the main camp catching fire, and those who were originally high-spirited fell into a state of panic.

  Cao Hong, who was determined to win, was also shocked by the sudden outbreak of fierce fire in the big camp, and no matter what, he couldn't understand why the main camp would catch fire.

  At that moment of astonishment, the dust rising from behind was like a heavy hammer, heavily smashing onto Cao Hong's heart.

  But as far as the eye could see, rolling dust and smoke flew everywhere, and countless cavalrymen surged within, shouting loudly towards our army. That one "Yan" character war flag fluttered high, striking fear into the hearts of all Cao soldiers.

  "Damn it! How did Yan Liang appear behind me? Did I fall into his 'borrowing a corpse to resurrect the bones' trap?"

  Cao Hong was shocked and pale, his heart filled with a thousand shocks, and he hastily ordered his generals to divide their troops to counterattack the enemy that had attacked from behind.

  At this time, a sudden drumbeat sounded in the big camp, and Wen Ping, who had been defending it, suddenly opened the gate of the camp and led his troops to launch a counterattack.

  "Kill Cao Hong!"

  "Kill Cao Hong!"

  Yan's army fought fiercely for several hours, venting all their anger, and the earth-shaking killing sounds scared Cao's army almost to death.

  The abdomen and back are enemies, the big camp is on fire, such an unfavorable situation, even if it is a more elite soldier, it is difficult to withstand such psychological blows.

  The 4,000-strong Cao army was like a nest of ants that had been broken up and did not dare to fight again, and they dispersed in an uproar, fleeing with their heads covered.

  The soldiers fled in defeat like a collapsing mountain.

  Watching the surrounding soldiers scatter like a tide, Cao Hong beheaded several people but could not quell the chaos, and in an instant he followed suit and his formation collapsed.

  Wen Ping burst out with his sword, riding straight for Cao Hong, shouting loudly: "Cao Hong, you have fallen into the clever plan of my general Yan, surrender now!"

  Cao Hong didn't have time to think much, and hastily brandished his sword to parry.

  Wah! Wah! Wah!

  The two of them exchanged three moves in the blink of an eye. Wen Ping's knife edge was like a gust of wind, forcing Cao Hong to barely parry.

  If Yan Liang's martial arts are first-rate, then these two people's martial arts are second-rate. The two men's martial arts were originally evenly matched, and in a normal battle, it would be difficult to determine the winner after several hundred rounds of fighting.

  Just now Cao Hong's army was defeated and his heart was chilled with fear. As soon as they clashed, he fell into a disadvantageous position.

  After a dozen or so moves, Cao Hong saw that the soldiers beside him were dwindling in number and had lost their will to fight. He pretended to launch a few more attacks, then took advantage of an opening to leap out of the fray and gallop northward in retreat.

  Yan Liang in the dust and mist, riding his horse as if flying.

  The horses galloped back and forth for a whole night, and many warhorses were so exhausted that they foamed at the mouth and lost their ability to continue fighting. In fact, there were only over 300 cavalrymen under Yan Liang's command at this time.

  Yan Liang had an idea halfway, and ordered the soldiers to tie branches to the horses' tails, stirring up large clouds of dust, using this to create a false impression of thousands or tens of thousands of horses.

  Seeing Cao's army defeated and fleeing, Yan Liang knew that his plan had indeed worked.

  The enemy army has collapsed, and there is no need to cover up the camouflage. Yan Liang ordered the knights to remove the branches from their horses' tails and charge forward towards the fleeing enemy.

  Three hundred iron cavalry, like ghosts emerging from the underworld, burst out of the rolling dust.

  Yan Liang rode forward on his horse, with a large knife in his hand, slashing diagonally, and in the midst of flying sparks, he cut down an enemy cavalryman who was charging towards him, cutting him in two at the waist.

  The blade was surrounded by a fierce gust of wind, dancing in all directions like autumn wind sweeping away fallen leaves.

  In the cold light, blood gushed out, and severed limbs flew everywhere.

  Where the iron horse passed, a long, long trail of blood, like a crimson carpet, stretched from south to north.

  In the bloody mist, Yan Liang's gaze swept around like a knife edge, catching sight of an enemy general in golden armor cutting down several of his own soldiers amidst the chaotic army, with impressive martial arts skills.

  Yan Liang thought that this enemy general must be Cao Hong, and with a cold laugh, he spurred his horse to open up a bloody path, charging towards Cao Hong.