Wind and rain for flowers. After the wind and rain, the flowers should also rest. Persuade the gentleman not to be drunk before the flowers, this year's flowers, next year's flowers, white heads.

In the evening, the afterglow of the Zhanghe River is still shining, and the reeds are fluttering.

However, the wind is still cold, like a sharp pair of scissors, cutting off the flowers and fruits of the branches, and also cutting off Zhang Liang's hope. The poet was white-headed because of the flowers, but Zhang Liang was worried about the morale of the soldiers.

It has been a full five hours since the attack on Mingyue Gorge in the morning, but sixty or seventy miles has not yet reached half the distance, and Guangzong City is still out of reach.

Along the way, there were either traps or bamboo guns and arrows, either tripping horses or rolling stones and horizontal logs, in order to prevent their return and prevent them from outside the city of Guangzong, the Han army simply did everything.

Although the troops have not done any great damage for the time being, and have not yet encountered a thousand Han thieves ambushing them, the soldiers under their command are exhausted along the way, and their morale has already reached freezing point without a grain of rice and half a drop of water in a day.

Zhang Liang knew that if he didn't rest and didn't have food to replenish, the soldiers would probably complain and start to mutiny.

Looking at the Zhanghe River in front of him and the clear water in the Zhanghe River, Zhang Liang closed his eyes and sighed secretly, and shouted with a long whip: "Order the troops to rest for a while, and go straight to Guangzong after an hour!" ”

"No!"

More than 20,000 soldiers cheered in unison, put down their swords and rushed to the river, frantically holding water and slapping it on their faces and mouths.

Soldiers, swords, banners, and armor were scattered all over the place, startling countless wild birds and ducks in the middle of the river, fleeing in all directions.

The river was jubilant, but the forest was silent, unusually silent. Yet, just as records are born to be broken, so is silence. Suddenly, a chirping arrow flew out of the silent woods, and exploded over the branches above the lakeside, like a mandala flower blooming, and like a deadly note.

"Wow!"

Two teams of people and horses suddenly turned out of the woods, one was like a black flame rushing to the face, and the other was white and white like a sea of clouds floating in the wind. The fire was swift and fierce, and the clouds were fleeting and treacherous.

The two men and horses were as ferocious, their movements were as neat as their arms and fingers, and their faces and weapons were cold and deadly.

The war horses neighed, the horses galloped, the strong iron hooves stepped on the earth, the earth trembled violently under the iron flow, but the two thousand iron horsemen had the momentum of ten thousand people.

"Arrows!"

Flying arrows rained down, and as soon as they entered the land of an arrow, two thousand Han troops opened their bows and arrows. There was a scream on the ground, and the Yellow Turban Army didn't have time to reorganize its armament for battle, and before they even had time to hold their weapons and put on their armor, many soldiers were nailed to the riverside, roadside, and trees by sharp arrows in the sky, raising patches of blood mist.

"Knives!"

The cold knife is like a forest, Wang Liyan follows the law, and the two thousand-person teams have hung bows and knives, and one by one the ring-headed knives are bright and cold, reflecting a gorgeous golden yellow in the afterglow. The horse's hooves flew by, and the cold knife fell, bringing up blood three feet high, and the head, severed arm, and stump were left on the ground.

In an instant, the yellow scarf was like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered, and more than 1,000 people were killed in an instant.

Thousands of soldiers who drank water, whether they knew water or not, jumped into the river one after another, and they rose and fell in the river.

Zhang Liang was furious, roared "Death to those who escaped", and slashed an escaped soldier into two pieces. Under the command of Zhang Liang, more than 10,000 tigers and wolves and guards mounted their horses, stretched their bows and arrows, and raised their spears high, rushing towards the Han army like a torrent.

It's getting closer, it's getting closer, and the distance of hundreds of meters is just around the corner in the blink of an eye.

Two strands!

No! The three streams of iron were about to collide, and the red flames, the white sea of clouds, and the yellow whirlwind were about to collide at this moment.

Thousands of people are like mountains, and thousands of troops are into the sea! Zhang Liang snorted secretly, just 2,000 people dare to break into my Zhang Liang camp and underestimate the tiger and wolf army under my command? Look for death!

Looking at the gradually clear face and the cold sword, Zhang Liang's face was hideous, and the long knife in his hand was about to be raised, when suddenly there was a palpitation, and his body hurriedly leaned back, his eyes were full of surprise, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

A big knife poisonous dragon general, swept over the door at once, "pop", the big knife was in the middle of the rear flag bearer, a stream of blood sprayed out like a fountain, Da Xuan fell in response, and the flying dragon flame flag smashed down towards Zhang Liang with the momentum of Mount Tai.

Zhang Liang's eyes were fast, he dodged the big horse and pulled the knight on his side off the horse, and jumped sideways on the horse, and the person had landed firmly on the empty horse, and the "boom" fell down with a bang, and his treasure horse was smashed directly into the dust with a sad roar.

Zhang Liangzheng was secretly glad that before he could get up, he heard a long howl in his ear, "Zhang Liang is dead, abandon the weapon and don't kill!" "Huang Zhong Dalu generally spread throughout the Yellow Turban camp, and the Yellow Turban soldiers in front of him suddenly fled in chaos and became a pot of porridge.

When I raised my head, I saw that a general was dressed in yellow clothes and had a yellow scarf around his head, his beard was scumbag, his face was ugly, and a big knife in his hand was cold and bright, and a little blood was dripping down the blade.

Zhang Liang was so angry that his steel teeth were about to shatter, and the long knife was raised high, and he slammed down from the sky to Gao Sheng: "Gao Sheng!" It's you, a dog thief! General Ben treats you well, why do you dare to oppose me? ”

"Zheng!"

The two long knives suddenly collided in the air, sparks flew everywhere, and Jin Ge sounded.

Gao Sheng grabbed Zhang Liang's long knife and shouted: "The world has been peaceful for a long time, but you don't want to serve the country because of your own selfish troubles. Lao Tzu has been following you for a long time, and you just treat Lao Tzu as a dog, how can you ever give Lao Tzu respect!

Now, Zhang Jiao is dead, you Zhang Liang is just a grasshopper in a hot pot, how can Lao Tzu's lifelong pursuit die because of you? If you can win the world, why can't Lao Tzu oppose you? ”

"Dog thief! Come on! ”

Zhang Liang's eyes were about to split, he shouted angrily, pulled out his long knife and was about to slash again, but suddenly heard thousands of people in front of the battle shouting, "Zhang Liang is dead, abandon the weapon and don't kill!" ”

The sound is like a bell, straight through the nine skies.

One of the generals, covered in blood, came from the front of the battle, rode on his war horse and shouted, "Our army has been defeated, the general is leaving!" Before he could say anything, a bolt of lightning passed through the man's back, bringing up a cloud of blood mist, and thud on the head of his own soldiers. The man and his soldiers fell to the ground at the same time, splashing a lot of dust and mud.

The heads of people are rolling in front of them, and the sea of blood is fragrant; Behind him is hunting with flags, and Jin Ge is like a cloud.

Even though the Tiger Wolf Army and the Guards are all elite Yellow Turbans, they have already trained their iron will in the flames of war, but after a day of not eating or drinking, they are tired of running for their lives, and when they first heard the rumors that Zhang Liang was dead, the fighting spirit in their hearts has gradually disappeared.

Facing the two-way iron cavalry led by Wang Li and Zhao Yunqin, where could they still resist the enemy. The tiger wolf army turned into a flock of sheep and was slaughtered; The guards have become fish on the chopping block and slaughter indiscriminately.

Wang Li and Zhao Yun are like two fierce tigers, revealing hideous minions, a Zhongxing sword, a bright silver spear, flying up and down from the ground, moving left and right with them, killing when touched, and being injured when touched.

At the same time, the two iron currents of flame and sea of clouds had already merged, converging into a larger and more turbulent torrent, and the yellow tiger wolf army and the guards fled in the torrent, gradually annihilating.

"Let's go!"

Zhang Liang shouted angrily, and the Han army in front of him pulled out his horse and left. The defeat is like a mountain, and the illness is like a thread. He knew that he was not sick, but the Yellow Turban Elite under his command had already been defeated, and even if his heart was bleeding, he did not dare to stop any longer.

Zhang Liang passed through the large array like a frightened elk, crossed the army, and fled quickly, followed by the defeated Yellow Turban and the chasing Han army.

Ran along the Zhanghe River for thirty or fifty miles, and sweat soaked his clothes and armor, but Zhang Liang's heart was cold.

Wang Li and Zhao Yun finished cleaning up the remnants of the soldiers and fell far behind, but this damn high ascension followed him as always, but his eyes were no longer flattering, but a kind of heart-palpitating fanaticism.

Of course he knew this kind of fanaticism, which had appeared in the eyes of his eldest brother when he was in Nan Li; When he went down to Quyang, his brother Zhang Bao also appeared in his eyes; When he slaughtered the Han thieves, he and his soldiers appeared in the eyes.

This kind of fanaticism is called human heads, or war exploits!

The hard work pays off, Xu is Zhang Liang's desperate run all the way finally moved the heavens, and suddenly a group of people and horses suddenly burst out of the corner in front of him, yellow-clothed, yellow-armored red-maned horses, and the leader is holding a steel spear with more than a little zhang, which is Xu Ergou who has repeatedly admonished himself.

"General, let's go, I'll cut off!" The steel spear in Xu Ergou's hand immediately waved, and hundreds of soldiers parted in waves.

Zhang Liang was ashamed, this is the wind knows the grass, and the board knows the good minister. Although Xu Ergou has repeatedly swept away his own interest, the so-called loyalty is nothing more than this.

Gao Sheng's dog thief was sweet and sweet, saying what he thought, but now that he thinks about it, it was Gao Sheng's little temptation that caused him to fall into the trap of the Han army. I really don't know anyone, if I can make a comeback, I must reuse loyal people such as the two dog brothers.

Thinking of this, Zhang Liang was embarrassed again, and the horse under his crotch was a step slower, but he saw that Gao Sheng was a little closer to him.

"Brother Ergou, help!" Ninety-nine steps in front of him have been walked, how can he fall on the last step, Zhang Liang looked at the high rise behind him, and suddenly he was in a hurry, and he shouted loudly, and saw Xu Ergou in front of him suddenly lift the reins, and the war horse had already flown over like a sharp arrow.

"The general is worry-free, I'll come too!"

The horse was as fast as lightning, and a cold wind swept by, and Xu Ergou was already close to him.

Zhang Liang's heart was relieved, a smile had just appeared on his face, and he suddenly felt a pain in his heart, and a steel spear was inserted from his chest and pierced through his lungs, and blood flowed everywhere. Looking up, he suddenly felt that the two people beside Ergou seemed to be willing to Yingchuan Yellow Turban, Qu Shuai Liu Bi and Gong Du, and the three of them had a rope tied to their arms that was the same as Gao Sheng.

Red as blood, glaring as blood.

I see! Zhang Liang muttered, looking at the bank of the Youzhang River, the quiet moonlight caressing the earth, and his strength suddenly dispersed, and he fell off the horse.

……

Zhang Liang died, at the hands of his comrades, quietly and quietly, and even when he fell into the water of the Zhanghe River, he did not make a big splash.

Although he has not experienced a hundred battles, he has participated in more than a dozen battles, large and small.

It's a pity that "the iron coat was broken on the battlefield of a hundred battles, and the south of the city was surrounded by several times", he broke not only the iron coat, but also his ambition and his life.