System Blessing: The Young Master of the Dong Family and Diao Chan's Fate

dong dong dong-

Just when Ma Teng and his daughter were enjoying each other's affection, a shocking drumbeat suddenly erupted from the direction of Han Sui's camp ten miles away.

The clashing of drums and horns refers to this moment.

"Han Sui!"

"Quick, quick..."

"Father!"

"Father, Han Sui has suddenly assembled a large army!"

Just as Ma Teng was about to call Ma Chao and others to discuss matters, Ma Chao, Pang De and others also rushed over quickly.

Obviously, they knew what this familiar drum sound meant.

"What happened in the past two days?"

"Are you hiding something from me?"

Ma Teng looked at everyone and frowned.

"this..."

"When I was in charge of transporting grain and fodder, I saw Han Sui's grain team, which had been completely slaughtered, along with the body of Jiang Shi, one of Han Sui's generals."

Ma Chao and others hesitated for a moment, but Pang Rou told Ma Teng the truth about what had happened in the past two days.

"what!"

"Why didn't you tell me?"

Ma Teng felt anxious.

He felt that something was going on here, something big.

And this matter might be related to the Dong family.

"Father, now is not the time to talk about this."

"Han Sui, the scoundrel, has suddenly assembled his troops. He must be planning a war with us."

"I am willing to personally lead an army of 20,000 to fight against Han Sui, the scoundrel."

Ma Chao bowed, his eyes full of fighting spirit.

"My lord, now that things have come to this, it's too late to say anything else."

"Fight, my lord!"

"Fight!"

Pang De and Pang Rou both bowed and asked to fight.

"Ugh."

"That's all it can do."

Ma Teng sighed and nodded helplessly in agreement.

Compared to following Ma Teng submissively, Pang De and Pang Rou prefer Ma Chao's character of being angry and aggressive at the slightest disagreement.

If people from Xiliang are not a little reckless, why are they called people from Xiliang?

dong dong dong-

An hour and a half later, the armies of both sides gathered on both sides of the Wei River.

Even in late autumn and approaching winter, the Wei River is still quite deep. The river is tens to hundreds of meters wide and more than two or three meters deep.

Of course, even if it is only one meter deep, no one dares to wade across the Wei River.

As the largest tributary of the Yellow River, this section of the riverbed is full of mud and sand. If you step in, you will probably never be able to get out again.

The camps of both sides were separated by a river, which was enough to show that both sides were wary of each other.

"Horse!"

"Is your father here?"

Dozens of meters away, Han Sui laughed while riding on his horse.

"Han thief!"

"Traitor!"

"Rebel!"

“Evil thief!!”

“Fuck!”

"Your thief father Han Jue is a bastard!"

"You thief Zhao ****!"

"Han thief, you can't give birth to a son just because you changed your name. You are unfaithful, unfilial, unkind, and unrighteous. You have no king, no father, no wife, and no children!"

Ma Chao rode on the majestic Risa Fei, pointed his gun at Han Sui and cursed him angrily.

"..."

Han Sui's eyes twitched slightly.

He just asked a question, but why did Ma Chao start scolding him?

Also, this guy cursed too dirty, cursing all eighteen generations of ancestors, not leaving out any family tree.

Why, before going into battle, Ma Chao didn’t read military strategies, but looked at other people’s family trees?

call out--

Yan Xing couldn't bear it any longer, so he drew his bow and shot an arrow at Ma Chao.

Seeing the arrow coming, Ma Chao turned his head to avoid it.

"Yan thief!"

"Traitor!"

"Rebel!"

"Evil thief!"

"You are a despicable villain, stabbing people in the back."

"How dare you, a shameless fellow, call yourself a warrior of Xiliang?"

Easily dodging the arrow, Ma Chao turned his spear around and started cursing Yan Xing.

Hearing that he would not be scolded anymore, Han Sui felt relieved for no reason.

After all, he was a warlord, or in the words of later generations, the boss of a medium-sized enterprise. He was pointed at in the nose and cursed at his family tree by the son of a colleague, a rich second-generation, in front of so many employees. He was so angry that he couldn't even express it.

"Defeated general, have you forgotten how I nearly killed you with my spear?"

Yan Xing's face flushed red as he pointed his spear at Ma Chao.

"Bah, you shameless bastard, you despicable villain!"

"Back then, you took advantage of my youth. Our weapons were clearly broken, and the fight ended in a draw, yet you were so insidious and despicable as to stab me with your spear!"

"Your behavior makes me think you're a Xiliang rat, ****!"

"Evil thief, do you dare to fight me?"

"Within three shots, I will knock you off your horse!"

Ma Chao pointed at Yan Xing and shouted angrily.