The next day, Cherrigi complained to Jiang Wei with a bitter face: "General Jiang, the last time I fought with the Han Dynasty, the tribal war horses suffered heavy losses, and there were only 3,000 horses in the patchwork, how can this be good?" Jiang Wei was also shocked when he heard this, the form of the street pavilion was precarious, and it would be more dangerous to rescue Wang Ping one day later, and it was difficult for three thousand horses to carry the Qiang people's materials, let alone provide the army to use them to form cavalry.

He thought for a moment and asked, "The king doesn't need to be polite, just call me Boyo." Does the king know how many horses there are in the tribe of Zhi Wutie and Yao Kehui? Cherrigi said without hesitation: "The tribe of Zhiwu Iron is larger, and it can free up five thousand war horses. Yao Kehui also had at least 3,000 war horses available for trading. ”

Jiang Wei was overjoyed and said with a smile: "Acting like this, I also asked the king to visit Zhi Wutie in person, saying that he had the intention of surrendering, and he was more willing to call the tribe to attack Yao Kehui." There are a lot of grievances and grievances between the three of you, so it's not difficult to make up some deep hatreds between you and Yao Kehui, right? Cherrigi nodded and said, "Boyo is trying to let me cheat the war horse, so what about Yao Ke going back there?" ”

Jiang Wei Zhengse said: "Since the king has returned to obedience, the cattle and sheep on the grassland must not be brought into Shu, which will cause a large-scale plague." And Yao Kehui urgently needs cattle and sheep for the winter, so it is better to hand over all the cattle and sheep in the tribe to him in exchange for horses. "Cherry Ji is reluctant, there are cattle and sheep on the grassland to pull up an army, 10,000 cattle and sheep are enough to recruit 3,000 Qiang warriors, and Yao Kehui to fight to the death.

Jiang Wei saw that Cheriji's face was gloomy, and he said something bad in his heart, and hurriedly said: "If the king wants to make a desperate bet, the other two Qiang kings will unite, and then they can divide your clan up by fifty or five accounts." And you can be a rich man if you return to the big man, why bother to live those days of licking blood from the knife edge, wouldn't it be beautiful to enjoy the joy of family with your relatives? ”

Thinking of his unborn child, there are still a few concubines. Cherrigie's tense nerves quickly softened, he was already an old wolf in his fifties, how could he compete with those two young wolves? Jiang Wei wasted no time in spreading out a picture scroll, on which more than a dozen beauties were painted. He said step by step: "Your Majesty, please look, I have produced beautiful women in Xichuan since ancient times, with white and smooth skin, and delicate water." What they admire most is a hero like you. ”

Cherrigi felt that there was a stream of hot air surging upwards from the dantian, and immediately stepped on the war horse and galloped away. Yang Lan sneered: "Good boy, where did you get the picture scroll, do you also have that kind of bad taste?" Jiang Wei sighed and said, "Please, how can I be this kind of person?" It's just that I heard that Cherrigi loves beautiful women, so he took a pair from Liu Yin's collection. ”

A few hours later, nearly 8,000 Liangzhou treasure horses appeared on the prairie out of thin air, gathering like a black tide, symbolizing the innocence of the bloodline of these war horses, and the real descendants of sweat and blood. Jiang Wei looked at these densely arranged horses, and finally let go of his hanging heart. Cheriji mobilized another thousand war horses to help transport supplies, and the rest was left for the Qiang warriors to ride, and instantly Cheriji had an illusion that the once powerful Xiliang Iron Cavalry seemed to be back.

The Wuwa dragon species snow and frost are the same, and the hairy bones are naturally bold. Jin Qi adjusted the light at first glance, and Yuguan was far away from the wind. Thousands of cavalry marched across the steppe, giving a visual stunt. The leader was dressed in a dark green cloak and hunting, the chain armor was slightly frosty, the silver spear in his hand flashed with cold light, the eyes under the mask of the ghost were cold, and the war horse under his crotch neighed, like the god of death.

There is a cloud in the art of war: soldiers are noble and fast. Liangzhou horses can travel day and night on the wide plains, and finally three days later, Jiang Wei and his party of 7,000 Qiang horses hurried to Liucheng behind the street pavilion to station. Jiang Wei instructed Zhang Wei's 2,000 barbarians to join Wang Ping in advance. Therefore, under the cooperation of Guo Huai's infantry and cavalry, although the gate was broken several times, the Wei army was pushed out again with the strength of the barbarians.

Now that the battle in Jieting is stalemate, Wang Ping's camp is less than 1,000 people, although Jiang Wei has the heart to save him, but the Wei army is so strong that he forcibly asks for help, which is undoubtedly an egg hitting a stone. Just as Jiang Wei was meditating, there was good news from Jufu's side. The often defeated army led by him took the lead, and Guo Huai transferred 10,000 elite soldiers by himself, resulting in the emptiness of Anding County.

As soon as the two armies fought, the Shu army pretended to retreat, and the Wei army already had a sense of contempt. On the second day, he supported the cat and drew the tiger, and rode alone to lure the defenders in the city into battle. Liu Yin divided the often defeated army into two, 1,000 people easily seized the city and killed the county lieutenant, and the remaining 2,000 people were led by Liu Yin himself to fight with the Wei army, the Wei army was old, weak, sick and disabled, and was defeated in a battle. So far, the 3,000 defeated army has captured Anding City without much effort, and controlled Guo Huai's grain route in one fell swoop.

After Jiang Wei received the good news of Jufu's great victory, he was heartbroken. As the long history of Zhenxi, Guo Huai's task is to hold the remaining three counties of Liangzhou, in order to help his old superior Zhang He, the private transfer of county soldiers can be big or small, but now that the stability has been lost, Guo Huai can hardly escape the blame. At this time, he will be infinitely magnified by his political enemies to attack him. What's more, the towers of Anding City are now full of banners with the word "Jiang", how could Guo Huai, who is bent on fighting, not be tempted?

Sure enough, after Guo Huai received the emergency report of stability, he was still calm. But as soon as he heard that Jiang Wei personally led the army to attack Anding, his face suddenly changed greatly. He immediately ran out of the tent and mounted his horse. Handed over the cavalry under his command and the state to the adjutant general Sun Li. Eight thousand Anding soldiers were handed over to Deng Xian, and he personally led five thousand iron cavalry to Anding. Before leaving, Guo Huai instructed the second general: "Before I come back, remember not to act rashly. Jiang Wei is out of nowhere with soldiers, so he needs to be careful. ”

Deng Xian said yes again and again, and said: "No, we must be cautious." Guo Huai nodded, then put on his mink coat and disappeared into the night.

After Guo Huai left, the deputy general Deng Xian immediately changed his face and said coldly: "The guy who patted the sycophants is finally gone." General Sun, now is a good opportunity for us to make meritorious contributions. ”

Sun Li snorted coldly, and said: "Before General Zhang He left, he entrusted the affairs of the camp to Guo Changshi, and Changshi asked us to stick to the order, how dare I disobey?" "Before Sun Li was transferred to the northwest, he had been following Zhang He's side, and he was counted as half of the northwest faction. Although Deng Xian's official position was much older than him, he was obtained by betraying the country to seek glory, and Sun Li naturally looked down on traitors like Deng Xian.

Deng Xian saw that this person was toasting and not eating, and he was furious in his heart, so he said: "It's okay, wait for me to break through Wangping Dazhai tomorrow and occupy the street pavilion." Don't be too busy competing with me. Although Sun Li had the intention to stop Deng Xian, he had no choice but to close his eyes and sigh: "If you lose the battle, I'm afraid the general won't be able to get out of it." I will be unwell and take my leave. With that, he rolled up his cloak and walked out of the tent.

Deng Xian laughed loudly: "Hmph, the Wei people are all as timid as mice. When I capture the street pavilion and take off the general's hat, you will be able to rise steadily, and then you and Guo Huai will have to come and lick my toes. Deng Xian poured a few more sips of wine into his mouth, and then fell to the ground and fell asleep. Deng Xian did not listen to Sun Li's dissuasion, and on the second day, he led 8,000 infantry troops to surround Wang Ping's camp. The 8,000-foot army was divided into four groups to attack Dazhai in turn, and Wang Ping's arrows were exhausted and could only be resisted with flesh and blood.

For a while, Zhang Wei added several wounds to his body, and he still fought to the death. The big knife in his hand flashed out of the arc of the Dao Training, and immediately cut down several Wei soldiers. These Wei troops were also elite divisions, and the Wei soldiers who were cut to the ground were thrown to death and hugged Zhang Wei's thigh. Zhang Wei was also red-eyed, and stabbed several times into the back of these Wei troops, so that he could get out of trouble. The bad thing is that this Wei army is equipped with a halberd, and the barbarians are all sword and shield hands, the so-called one inch long and one inch strong. The balance of the battle suddenly tilted in favor of the Wei army.

Seeing that there were more and more Wei troops around, and most of the corpses of barbarians fell to the ground, Zhang Wei was angry and slashed with a big knife. In just half an hour, most of the Shu army had been killed and wounded, and Wang Ping saw that the defense of the battalion was stretched. I had to let go of the gate and order the soldiers to form a circular barrel formation and press all the troops around the big tent.

Deng Xian moved the wooden case to the rear of the military formation, laughed and drank to himself, and the soldiers behind him stood solemnly, which was very majestic. When the sound of killing in the sky almost numbed the eardrums, a strange horn sound suddenly rose into the sky and clearly entered Deng Xian's ears.

"Where is the trumpet?" Deng Xian's expression was hurried, staring at his eyes and looking left and right. The soldier beside him said in a quiet voice, "The sound of the horn seems to be coming from the west. A big cyan flag suddenly broke through the ground, gradually rising in the open field to the west, and a strange cold wind came, the wind howled, and the flag fluttered in the air. In an instant, a ray of sunlight pierced the clouds and hit it just above.

The banner of the word "Shu" once again stood on the top of the mountain, fluttering in the wind.

"How is this possible, isn't Ma Jian already running?" Deng Xian was stunned and hurriedly ordered the whole army to retreat. The soldier on the side asked, "Could it be that the Shu army is bluffing?" The ideal is beautiful, but the reality is cruel. Before the Eight Thousand Infantry could react, a large group of iron cavalry had already emerged neatly from the horizon in black pressure, and the momentum was menacing. It was another big flag that went straight into the center of the military formation, and there was only one word on the flag that said "Han". Suddenly, the cavalry lined up in the front row dispersed, and the knight with the banner slowly came to the front of the formation.

The black iron armor reflected the brilliance of the morning sun, exuding a dazzling coldness, and the cold killing intent spread endlessly from the ghost mask, imprinted on the hearts of every soldier of the Wei State, lingering. A strange scene was staged here, only to see the Shu army army march forward step by step, and the Wei army army retreat step by step. After only a moment of hesitation, Wang Pinglu shouted loudly: "Brothers, the time has come to counterattack, follow me to kill." Hundreds of Shu soldiers held steel knives in their hands and slammed into the right flank of the Wei army, drilling a hole.

The Wei army, which was already in deep fear, suddenly became confused, turned around and ran. Jiang Wei would not give them a chance to escape, and immediately raised his spear and shouted: "Don't let any of them go, kill them all." After the killing, cut off the right ear, and replace fifty ears with a Xichuan beauty. The Qiang cavalry was shocked and roared one after another. The five thousand iron horsemen suddenly swept along the flat field like a flood flood over the dam.

The cold texture came clearly from the palm of the hand, and the scorching killing intent burned in the heart. Through the hole in the mask, the Wei army formation was already close in front of him.

"Kill, kill, kill." Jiang Weilian exhaled three times, leaned back with his waist and abdomen, and at the same time threw his right arm forward. The sharp spear had already wrapped itself in this sharp roar and came out of his hand, drawing a low trajectory in the air, and a shot hit Deng Xian's chest. This Deng Xian was also unlucky, he was guarded by shield soldiers beside him, but he was pierced in the chest by a spear. He did not know at the hands of whom he died.

A deafening roar rushed up from behind Jiang Wei, and thousands of Qiang warriors in the front row bent their bows and arrows, and sharp arrows flew out, staggering into an arrow array in the air, and pierced down with a long scream. The crisp sound of a sharp weapon piercing flesh and a terrible howl intertwined, and it was endless. For a while, hundreds of Wei soldiers had already been swept through their bodies by sharp arrows that rained down like a torrential rain, and they fell to the ground.

The horns of sheep can't withstand the minions of tigers and wolves after all.

The war horse under the crotch let out a long roar, completed the final sprint and accelerated, and the green steel sword was unsheathed and sharpened, piercing into the enemy formation like lightning.

"Drink" A Wei soldier shouted and raised his steel knife to cut Jiang Wei, but sadly the long knife in his hand was only half raised. The whole person was already knocked away by the galloping Liangzhou horse, tumbling and flying dozens of steps in the air, and before falling to the ground, he was already out of breath, and the corpse suddenly crashed into the friendly army, forcing back several Wei soldiers who were coming on.

The Qiang cavalry that followed him was wrapped in strong inertia and slammed into the gradually scattered military formation. The Wei soldiers were suddenly frightened and retreated backwards. In an instant, the sound of broken bones, screams, wails, horses, and laughter joined together. In the middle of the horse, thousands of Qiang iron horsemen were like steel knives, easily cutting through the military formation, and the slaughter began again.

In the overwhelming shouts, the two thousand iron cavalry led by Yang Lan came to cover the killing, rushing from the left flank of the Wei army, and the scattered Wei soldiers who had just been killed had not yet come to their senses, and the dazzling cold light instantly confused their eyes, and countless cold spears stabbed down in a whistling sound.

The next scene made Jiang Wei stunned, he knew that Yang Lan's martial arts were not under him, but he didn't expect Yang Lan to be so good at ...... Homicide. Yes, killing people at her hands became an art. Just one knife to any enemy she can crush. An enemy that can be killed with three swords will never be killed with four swords. The decisiveness of the killing was unprecedented.

In the chaos of the army, Yang Lan was like a fairy with blood flowers, dancing in the military formation, and dry bones were flowers everywhere, and blood was dew.

"It's not enough, the old lady hasn't played enough" Yang Lan in the battlefield seems to have changed her soul, and it is her creed to kill the enemy the fastest. Riding alone into the enemy's ranks, she was not afraid of Wei soldiers all around, but jumped off her horse and struck with two swords in hand.

The "female devil" Jiang Wei couldn't help but shudder in his heart when he saw this. This woman is like a fragrant rose, with poison in her thorns, and she dies at the touch of it.