Chapter 106 Confrontation

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooo..."

The horn of the Battle of Pengcheng was finally sounded. Under Yuan Shu's order, a total of 100,000 soldiers under his command, including the left wing, right wing and front army, rushed towards Lu Bu's army like a tide.

Some people may wonder, whenever two armies fight, isn’t it the custom of generals to fight in front of the formation? How could Yuan Shu suddenly order an attack?

In fact, it is very simple. Just because Yuan Shu faced that Lu Bu was the unparalleled Lu Bu, who was standing on the top of all the martial artists in the world. Sending generals to fight in front of that man, and challenging him in front of the formation was undoubtedly a humiliation. Instead of losing his heroes for no reason to do that meaningless thing, it would be better to use the army to cover up the killing.

"Hmph!" Lu Bu snorted lightly when he saw this, and looked at the distant place of the army opposite. Yuan Shu was wearing a grand armor and straddled the war horse. He seemed very majestic. Lu Bu shook his head slightly and said with a contemptuous look on his face, "Yuan Shu in Huainan is just a brave bandit, and the majestic ears of the soldiers!" As he said that, he looked back and waved his hand and ordered, "Tell me the order, beat the drum, and charge!"

"No!" The left and right commander immediately took his fists and left.

Not long after, the sound of the horn of the sky sounded in Lu Bu's army, accompanied by the dongdong war drums, Hao Meng in the middle formation, Cheng Lian in the left wing, Wei Xu in the right wing, Cao Xing and Song Xian in the right wing, immediately heard the sound.

The two arrows arrived in a blink of an eye. In just about a dozen breaths, the two armies that were charging forward had collided with each other, like a slamming of the embankment. In an instant, the entire battlefield shouted and killed soared into the sky.

It is hard to imagine what a magnificent scene it would be when these two soldiers and horses of hundreds of thousands collided together. Looking at this majestic scene, even Yuan Shu, who was sitting in Huainan and holding a large number of prefectures and counties, couldn't help but feel tight, and he firmly held the reins in his hand, and never relaxed for a moment, let alone Chen Mo who was here?

By the way, Chen Mo is no longer the timid Yellow Turban Soldier who was back then. In the past few years, he has experienced countless bloody battles, especially the Battle of Changshe and the Battle of Sishui Pass, which are all major battles with more than 100,000 troops invested. However, it has to be said that the battle in front of him is even greater than ever.

Can you imagine that in just the first round of tentative confrontation, Yuan Shu and Lu Bu each invested 100,000 soldiers, which was a total of 200,000 people fighting each other!

What is the concept of a total of 200,000 people?

You should know that even Pengcheng, which is the most densely populated in Xuzhou, has only a population of 70,000 to 80,000 people. In other words, 200,000 soldiers and horses. The number of troops currently invested by Yuan Shu and Lu Bu is equivalent to at least two and a half Pengcheng. You can imagine what kind of people it is.

Looking around, Chen Mo felt as if he was in a human river. The river flowed across the sky and the earth, and it was hard to see its source. Listening to his ears, he heard the sound of shouting and killing, drums, horns, screams, and wars hitting each other, without a moment of cessation. The sound was like a huge wave slamming into a rock, like a torrent touching a dike, and the sound of its sound covered the sky and the sun.

"ah!"

With a loud roar, as the vanguard of the left wing, Chen Mo led the Black Wolf Cavalry to collide with the right wing of Lu Bu's army first. He saw the spear waving the spear in his hand and killing one enemy soldier after another. In just a moment, dozens of people were stained with blood. However, even so, the soldiers of Lu Bu's soldiers gathered around him did not decrease at all.

Yes, you should know that the right wing of Lu Bu’s army has no less than 30,000 soldiers, and only dozens of people. Among the 30,000 crowd, it is just a small wave.

"drink!"

"ha!"

While wielding the spear, Chen Mo saw blood rays around him and his broken arms flew around him, and the soldiers Lu Bu in front of him showed horror.

No wonder, after all, Chen Mo was already extremely powerful at this moment, and he could not resist it by a mere little man? In a blink of an eye, he saw that wherever he went, his body was a mountain and blood flowed into a river. When he looked at him, his eyes were like torches, his face was cold, his armor was bright red, his body was covered in blood, and he seemed to be like a ghost.

As the saying goes, the general is the soul of a army. Seeing Chen Mo so brave, the Black Wolf Cavalry under his command was even more energetic. Everyone in this army had a strong sense of resentment. For a moment, Lu Bu's army was defeated step by step.

"Ah...ah..."

However, when the tea was enough, the battlefield on the left screamed and the soldiers of Lu Bu retreated frequently, but none of them could stand against Chen Mo's edge.

Suddenly, a brave general rushed out of Lu Bu's right wing, rushed towards Chen Mo with a long spear in his hands, and shouted, "Let's be arrogant, see if I, Zhao Ming, come and kill you!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw Chen Mo wielding his right hand around his waist, and then waved his strength. But a cold light flashed by, and the handsome general named Zhao Ming screamed. At some point, a short sword had already been inserted into his throat. His head tilted and he immediately fell off his horse.

"Enemy generals look at the gun...ah!"

"Look at me Lee...ah!"

"Damn it, I'll kill it...ah!"

In just a moment, several generals rushed out of Lu Bu's army to fight against Chen Mo, but none of them could enter within three feet of Chen Mo's body. However, they were killed by the short sword that Chen Mo hit and killed him. The soldiers of Lu Bu's army near the horror were even more frightened and shrank and did not dare to move forward.

In a vague manner, there seemed to be a few slight scattering comments.

"Who is that person? He killed several generals of our army so easily..."

"Hey, did you see it? With a wave of his hand, several generals of our army fell down. What kind of magic is this?"

"Idiot! Haven't you seen those generals have a short sword inserted in their throats..."

Among the many inexplicable strokes of Lu Bu, an old soldier looked at Chen Mo in disbelief. He sometimes waved his spear and entered the chaos. Sometimes he took out a short sword from his waist, killing the generals of his own army one by one. The old soldier was stunned and his eyes were filled with horror.

"Several feet away, throwing a sword to kill a person's life... That person is Chen Mo, Yingchuan ghost general Chen Mo!"

"What?" asked in shock with a look of horror from the side, "Yingchuan Ghost General? That person is Chen Fenwei? General Fenwei Chen Mo?"

For a moment, the soldiers of Lu Bu's army on the left were in an uproar. Perhaps Chen Mo himself did not notice that his reputation had spread all over the world a few years ago, but at that time, people mistakenly thought it was an assassin who secretly took his life. Until he had no choice but to join Dong Zhuo's command, Chen Mo Fenwei's reputation was replaced by the former and became one of the few powerful generals in the eyes of the world, especially when rumors spread, when Chen Mo's deeds of killing Sun Jian were spread.

The name of a person, the shadow of a tree, and even more so, seeing the strength of this rumored general, the soldiers of Lu Bu looked anxious and dared not move.

You should know that in everything in the world, it is most taboo to spread rumors. According to rumors, although General Fenwei Chen Mo is not good at bowing and arrows, he has the unique skill of throwing a sword to kill people's lives. As long as he holds a short sword in his hand, within a few feet, he can kill anyone he wants, without any survivor.

Perhaps some people had doubts about the strokes of Lu Bu's soldiers, but when he saw them with his own eyes, how could he dare to move around?

For a moment, about 30,000 soldiers of Lu Bu's army on the left actually deliberately avoided Chen Mo and left. It has to be said that even though Chen Mo's strength has not yet reached the level of 10,000 enemies, his deterrence to the enemy on the battlefield is no less than the former.

The power of one person is even more powerful than that!

At this moment, another general rushed out of Lu Bu's army and rushed towards Chen Mo as if he was flying across the war.

At that time, Chen Mo was wielding a spear to force the enemy soldiers in front of him. Suddenly, he saw an enemy general riding a horse from the corner of his eyes. He immediately wiped his right hand from his waist and took out a short sword and swung it hard. He thought this was enough to deal with the visitor, but he didn't expect that the enemy general waved his right hand and knocked the sword in his hand and shot it at his short sword.

"What?"

Seeing this scene from the corner of his eyes, Chen Mo was slightly shocked, but when he saw the enemy general rushing to him, holding up the sword in his right hand, shouting sternly, "Look at the sword!"

Chen Mo subconsciously turned around and blocked the attack with the spear in his hand, but the familiar voice could not be gone in his mind.

Especially when Chen Mo clearly saw the face of the general, Chen Mo was shocked.

"Wen Yuan..."

Under Chen Mo's astonished gaze, Zhang Liao roared, the muscles in his right arm trembled, and an unimaginable force burst out, pressing down the spear in Chen Mo's hand.

"Ticaca..." The sword body was hard to hit the spear, and the harsh sound continued for a long time. Chen Mo was shocked to find that he was actually suppressed by Zhang Liao with his wrist power.

You should know that Chen Mo's wrist strength has never been inferior to others after his bones grow. Looking at the greatness of the world, only Zhang Fei, a guy with natural divine power, is firmly better than Chen Mo. In addition, even Lu Bu, Sun Jian, Dong Zhuo, and Guan Yu are just between Chen Mo.

"Clang!" With a sudden force, Chen Mo bounced away the sword in Zhang Liao's hand, then grabbed the reins with his left hand, and looked at Zhang Liao standing outside inexplicably.

"Wen Yuan, I don't want to fight you..." Chen Mo's tone was very complicated. I have to say that in this battle in Xuzhou, he was actually very heavy. After all, most of the generals under Lu Bu were colleagues who were familiar with Chen Mo three years ago. Although they were now enemies, they thought that they all belonged to the military generals of Lu Bu. They were fighting with Guo Si and Li Jue in an open and secret battle. Hao Meng, Cao Xing, Wei Xu, Cheng Lian, Song Xian, etc., who were not colleagues who drank with Chen Mo at the beginning?

Especially Zhang Liao!

As we all know, the relationship between the main general and the deputy general is much closer than that of other generals, such as Lu Bu and Chen Mo, and Zhang Liao, who was originally called Chen Mo's deputy general.

"Brother Mo..." Zhang Liao opened his mouth slightly, and it could be seen that the first friendship was now meeting on the battlefield and facing each other. This man from Yanmen, Bingzhou and who has always valued loyalty was also quite heavy, but...

Taking a deep breath, Zhang Liao's eyes retreated in a little confusion, he held the sword in his hand tightly, and said in a deep voice, "Brother Mo... No, General Chen, please ask Zhang to learn about his martial arts! - Please!" After that, he squeezed his legs into the horse's belly, and the horse under his crotch jumped towards Chen Mo.

"Wenyuan..." Chen Moshang had no time to say something, but when he saw the sword in Zhang Liao's hand slashing, his voice was as fierce as a tiger coming out of the gate.

"Dangdangdangdang..."

"Clang!"

For a moment, the two fought hard for more than ten rounds, but they were indifferent.

"How is it possible..." As he separated, Chen Mo was incredible and looked at the sword in Zhang Liao's hand in shock. He could not imagine that Zhang Liao could block himself with just one sword.

Perhaps because he noticed the strange color in Chen Mo's eyes, Zhang Liao drove the horse and pushed it away a few steps, raised the sword in his hand slightly, and said in a deep voice, "The name of the sword...the tiger broke!"

"Blade..." After subconsciously looking, Chen Mo realized that the weapon in Zhang Liao's hand was actually not a sword, but a slender, single-sided knife. What made Chen Mo even more surprised was that the knife was different from an ordinary sword, one inch wide and four feet long, and the tip of the knife was broken at the same edge, which was simply a reduced size...

Kill the saber!

"..." After staring deeply at the slash of horses for a long time, Chen Mo took a breath and asked, "How heavy is it?"

Zhang Liao weighed it, chuckled and said, "It's harder than General Chen's divine power, it's only 46 pounds!"

Involuntarily, Chen Mo's eyebrows trembled.

As we all know, the weapons in the hands of all the powerful generals in the world are by no means single items. Most of them are magic weapons made of fine iron and iron. The weight is beyond the weight of ordinary people. Just like the iron spear weighing more than 60 kilograms in Chen Mo's hand, it can be wielded continuously for an hour. Even in the black wolf cavalry, it is impossible to do it except Chen Mo.

It's no wonder, after all, not everyone can have such terrible wrist strength and physical strength as Chen Mo.

However, the slashing sabre in Zhang Liao's hand weighed forty-six kilograms. Some people may think that this is nothing. After all, Chen Mo's iron spear is more than sixty kilograms, while Guan Yu and Zhang Fei's weapons weigh more than eighty kilograms. But you should know that the sabre in Zhang Liao's hand was a reduced-sized sabre. In other words, it was a one-handed sabre...

It is not something that anyone can do with the strength of one arm alone. What's more, looking at the sound of breaking through the air when Zhang Liao just waved the sword, it's hard to imagine that it was a knife weighing up to 46 pounds...

"It's actually one third heavier than I guess..." Chen Mo murmured in a low voice, looked up at Zhang Liao, and vaguely felt that Zhang Liao in front of him was so strange.

"Wen Yuan, please step back, I don't want to fight with you..." After taking a deep breath, Chen Mo repeated again.

Zhang Liao was stunned for a moment, looking at the complicated expression in Chen Mo's eyes, and for some reason he smiled bitterly. Then, he raised the saber to kill Chen Mo with his right hand, and held the sword in his left hand.

"drink!"

But when Zhang Liao shouted, a bladeless blade suddenly burst out from the blade of the saber cutter in his hand, which was almost wiped through Chen Mo's face, leaving a shallow blood mark on Chen Mo's face.

"You..." Looking at the few broken hairs floating in front of you, Chen Mo couldn't believe it, but saw Zhang Liao still maintaining his just posture, looking at Chen Mo spitting out two words.

"Tooth cut!"

He reached out and touched the wetness on his face, and Chen Mo's eyes were filled with horror.

The resentment is released... it turns out to be the resentment is released?!

Looking at Chen Mo with a shocked face, Zhang Liao shook his head slightly, and with a somewhat inexplicable heavy tone, he whispered, "Brother Mo, I said that I am no longer the little pawn of that year..." As he said that, he raised his head, stared at Chen Mo's eyes, showed a sad expression, and said in a deep voice, "When did Brother Mo who taught me that [the lion fights with all his strength] also had such a big negligence?"

"Wen Yuan..."

"Enough!" Zhang Liao took a deep breath and looked at Chen Mo with blood, and said in a deep voice, "Maybe Brother Mo is stronger than three years ago, but in Liao's eyes, he is much weaker... Brother Mo back then, how dare anyone show his weapons in front of you? Even now, I don't have the courage to lit a sword against Brother Mo, who was full of murderous aura back then, but Brother Mo in front of me... is it because of that witch?" As he said, his eyes turned cold and he whispered, "Only under the command of Mr. Wen, can Brother Mo become stronger. Come back, Brother Mo... If Brother Mo is obsessed with it, then Liao can only use martial arts to wake up Brother Mo!"

After saying that, Zhang Liao shook the reins of the horse, and the horse under his crotch jumped towards Chen Mo a few steps, and the war saber in his hand was also raised high and slashed heavily at Chen Mo, as if he was about to slash Chen Mo and his man and horse in half.
To be continued...