Chapter 1224

Han Sui shouted loudly.

Yan Xing looked back at Han Sui again, revealing a bitter smile.

Knowing that he would surely die if he went, he was repaying the kindness of being recognized back then.

Back then, he was just a shepherd boy grazing in Liangzhou.

If it weren't for Han Sui's appreciation, how could he have today.

It was Han Sui who gave him the path to promotion and also married his daughter to him.

"Father, go first!"

Yan Xing turned around to meet Ma Chao.

"Thief general, report your name!" Yan Xing roared.

Ma Chao raised his eyes and saw Yan Xing rushing up.

"I am Ma Chao of Fufeng!"

Ma Chao, holding the Tiger-Head Golden Spear, also roared and rushed toward Yan Xing.

The yellow dust on the battlefield covered the sun, and two warhorses neighed as they crossed each other.

The two held their respective long weapons and collided in mid-air.

The long spear in Yan Xing's hand was extremely fast; between their crossing, one spear went straight toward Ma Chao's chest.

Fortunately, Ma Chao was wearing heavy armor.

The long spear passed through the cloud patterns on the shoulder armor, exploding with dazzling silver light under the scorching sun.

Ma Chao was startled, then turned back fiercely, the Tiger-Head Golden Spear in his hand thrusting out quickly toward Yan Xing's face.

Yan Xing, having failed to succeed in one strike, retracted his spear and blocked it in front of him.

Only a 'clack' sound was heard.

The long spear in his hand broke with the sound.

Subsequently, Yan Xing, riding on his horse, leaned back and bent his waist to dodge Ma Chao's fatal strike.

After getting up, Yan Xing saw that Ma Chao's moves were old, and took advantage of the situation to smash the broken spear in his right hand toward Ma Chao's neck.

The sharp spear tip grazed past the neck guard, shaving off half of the cheek guard, and blood marks appeared immediately.

Ma Chao was startled and covered the wound on his neck.

And the two horses had already crossed and charged out several meters.

Ma Chao, having turned back, looked at the crimson on his palm, and his face became even redder.

If it weren't for his complete armor, after those two moves just now, he would likely have been dead or seriously injured.

"Haha!"

"You are much worse than that young general in silver armor, white robe, and silver spear; go back to your mother's womb and learn for two more years!"

Yan Xing's triumphant laughter reached Ma Chao's ears.

Young general in silver armor.

Ma Chao immediately knew who this person was talking about.

Zhao Yun.

Ma Chao, with a face full of shame and anger, immediately prepared to fight again.

But Yan Xing had already rushed toward Duan Yu without hesitation.

During the charge, Yan Xing bent down to pull a long spear that a Wusun soldier had dropped on the sand from the ground, and then faced Duan Yu, who was riding the Black Tiger.

"I am Yan Xing of Jincheng!" Yan Xing roared, his gaze like electricity, with only Duan Yu in front of him: "Duan Yu, dare you fight me!"

Just as Yan Xing's voice fell.

Little Black started suddenly, and yellow sand splashed from the sand under his feet.

Yan Xing only saw a golden light flash past the corner of his eye.

Subsequently, a sharp whistle pierced the air and arrived before him.

Subconsciously, Yan Xing still used the move he just used to dodge Ma Chao to bend his waist backward and dodge.

However, this time, Yan Xing miscalculated.

The Heavenly Dragon Breaking City Halberd did not pierce through Yan Xing's chest, but when it arrived above Yan Xing, it smashed down at a speed Yan Xing could not understand.

Boom!

Crack!

Armor cracking, bones breaking, and the warhorse's sorrowful neighing sounded almost at the same time.

Duan Yu glanced at Yan Xing, who had passed by, his spine broken along with his warhorse, lying on the sand and constantly spitting blood foam from his mouth.

"Yanming!"

Han Sui shouted in grief.

So this person was Yan Xing.

Duan Yu looked at Yan Xing, who was about to breathe his last.

No wonder he could defeat Ma Chao.

Historical records state that after Han Sui and Ma Teng occupied Liangzhou, they turned against each other.

The two fought each other; once, Yan Xing used a spear to stab Ma Chao, the spear broke, and then Yan Xing used the broken spear to strike Ma Chao's neck, almost killing him.

Unexpectedly, this battle of destiny finally played out here.

Han Sui was heartbroken.

And Mohutu on the side was already dumbfounded.

Hundreds of Wusun elites were wiped out in an instant.

Mohutu, with only a few personal guards left by his side, looked at Duan Yu, who was coming toward him on the Black Tiger, trembling all over.

"Lord... this subordinate..."

Ma Chao, with the wound on his neck still bleeding, came before Duan Yu and lowered his head in shame.

Duan Yu reached out and patted Ma Chao on the shoulder.

"Failure is not terrible; what is terrible is not knowing how to reflect after failure. The weak hide their scars for fear that others will see their past failures, while the strong will only regard incompleteness as a warning sign for progress."

Ma Chao, who had his head lowered in shame, suddenly raised his head.

After understanding Duan Yu's words, Ma Chao straightened his chest.

"Lord, this subordinate understands."

Duan Yu smiled, then brushed past Ma Chao.

At this moment, only Han Sui and Mohutu, as well as a few personal guards beside Mohutu, remained in the middle of the battlefield.

The fighting outside naturally did not require Duan Yu's participation.

The current situation was just a siege.

Having laid out for so many days in advance, and having mobilized almost the same number of troops as the Wusun cavalry, if they could still be defeated, then the Liangzhou Army should just go home and farm.

Mohutu, riding on his horse, was already trembling like chaff.

Beside Mohutu, two gray wolves were tied with iron chains by two personal guards.

The two gray wolves, which usually bared their teeth at everyone, were now tucking their tails, huddled tightly under the horse's belly, curling their bodies and trembling, almost burying their heads in the sand.

And the warhorses under them were all retreating uneasily, looking in terror at the Black Tiger under Duan Yu.

Little Black, with a trace of contempt flashing in its tiger eyes, held its head high like the king of all beasts reigning over the world.

"Long time no see."

Duan Yu looked at Han Sui with a smile: "I didn't expect you to run here."

"I really should thank you."

"Yimei has already gone down to find Beigong Boyu first; are you prepared to let me do it, or do it yourself?"

Han Sui's gaze looked at Duan Yu, his eyes filled with resentment.

But he did not lose his mind and try to fight Duan Yu to the death because of it.

The gap between the two could not be measured by heaven and earth.

Fighting to the death after losing one's mind would only bring humiliation upon oneself.

Han Sui, riding on his horse, straightened his robes.

He brushed off the sand that had fallen on him.

"Since ancient times, the winner is the king, and the loser is the bandit!"

"Duan Yu, do not use a high-and-mighty posture to judge me; you and I just have different stances. Today I, Han Sui, have lost, but I have never felt that what I did was wrong!" ===== CHAPTER 1226 =====