Chapter 82: Zhang Yang
With the long knife in hand, Zhang Yang relied on his personal strength and penetrated more than 100 zhang into the enemy army in a moment. There are more and more black internal troops around him, but no one can hit him.
It's just that the manpower is exhausted, and no matter how strong Zhang Yang is, he can't take care of the people around him.
"Bang!" Mu Shun stumbled and hit Zhang Yang's back, obviously the injury was not light, otherwise he would not have disturbed Zhang Yang's vision at this time.
Zhang Yang was startled, and when he turned his head, he saw that Mu Shun had blocked his left side again.
During the fight, I heard Mu Shun shouting and saying: "Don't worry, general, the small one is fine!" Then he danced his gun and killed one of them.
"Yikes!" Mu Shun was just injured here, and one person behind him was seriously injured and fell to the ground. Mu Shun looked back, the situation behind him was still not very optimistic, hundreds of people rushed into the Hanoi army, and there were less than 100 people standing.
The guard who shouted just now had been hacked to death by the Hanoi army at this moment.
"Follow me!" Zhang Yang's long knife kept waving it.
As soon as the words fell, he crashed into the Hanoi soldiers in front of him, and the waves of swords surged, and the cold light of the Dao Dao was shining, forcing the Hanoi army to retreat.
In such a bitter battle of hand-to-hand combat, Zhang Yang showed his own amazing physique, that is, he had not fought with a general for a long time, but he still had a long pulse and excellent physical strength in a short period of time. Like a machine that never gets tired, it roams the enemy's ranks.
In his busy schedule, Zhang Yang did not forget to assess the surrounding situation, and from time to time he took the scattered soldiers into his team, like a snowball, and slowly the team became bigger and bigger. Although they were still wrapped in the Hanoi army, at least the exhausted soldiers had a place to breathe.
"Choke!" With a resound, the leader of the Hanoi soldiers in front of him had half of the standard long knife left in his hand, and he was just about to retreat in shock, but he was already kicked in the abdomen by Zhang Yang, and the whole person, the sturdy eight-foot man flew out three or four feet away, and he also hit five or six while spurting blood.
Sideways flashed, dodged the two spears that took the opportunity to cut, inserted a sword with his backhand, and stabbed into the left flank of the Hanoi sergeant who followed the robbery, and grabbed the spear stabbed by the soldier with his left hand and then turned around, the tiger body leaned closely, and the Hanoi soldier flew out with a pool of blood.
One by one, Hanoi soldiers poured over from the front, and although Zhang Yang's hundreds of personal guards were all elite on the battlefield who were not afraid of death, everyone had fought for a long time, and they did not care about their lives when they were dying, but they still fell to the ground one after another.
"Ah......" screamed, and when he looked back, it was a party soldier, who couldn't dodge being hit by a long arrow in the fight, and had already been killed in the grass.
Many of the guards in the middle obviously had a deep friendship with him, and they cried out in unison. But what can be done? If it weren't for the slow pace of travel, the wounded of them would have been exhausted, and they would have survived.
Zhang Yang is the most calm, he is not heartbroken, but knows that this is not the time for heartache.
"Keep an eye out for the arrows, keep up with me!" Rushing through an unsheltered meadow to the trees in front of meadow, surrounded by a few large rocks, there was a good cover. The archers at the top of the mountain are now more and more spicy, as long as they can get rid of the vanguard or those guards, they don't care about their own troops who are affected.
At this time, there were only about one hundred guards and hundreds of elites of the party, and many of them were still turning back to block the enemy, and under the leadership of Zhang Yang, they fought and advanced, and rushed to the woods not far away, only hating the Jizhou soldiers blocking the way, and they couldn't hurry.
A few more leaders rushed in Hengli, dressed as a strange person, Zhang Yang was red-eyed, and the long knife in his hand stabbed horizontally, killing several people in a row, and breaking through a gap.
There was a moment of hesitation, and another wave of arrows fell, and immediately three more people fell to the ground with arrows. After the break, the guards fought and retreated, and only withdrew after paying the lives of seven people.
When the two converged, there were only a little more than a hundred people left, but with the shelter of trees and boulders, and their clinging to a stone wall, it was equivalent to almost eliminating the threat on this side, and the arrows immediately thinned out a lot. More than 140 people had to rush forward and cut off the rear, but they could only do it reluctantly.
As the fighting time lengthened, their limbs became more and more powerless, and even Zhang Yang, the main general, was much sluggish, dizzy from time to time, making two rainbows soon hang on his chest.
It won't last long!
"Don't fight! Rush forward! Rush forward! Zhang Yang was really in a hurry, the long knife flew and provoked, and the blockers were invincible. Do your best to kill the ring.
Zhang Yang and the others also knew their own situation, knew that this was the last chance, and if they rushed out, there would be a way to survive, otherwise even if they could support their physical strength for a while longer, they would definitely die.
In an instant, the battle was extremely fierce.
Thousands of people poured back and forth, and some people were still shouting. In the chaotic battlefield, what they called should be - Zhang Yang is here!
Picking up a few people again, Zhang Yang swept around, and there were almost ten people missing, and everyone around him was also injured, and more importantly, he felt that the impact was slowly weakening.
The successor is weak
Zhang Yang let out a long sigh.
Kill, kill with all your might. Anyway, he couldn't hold it anymore, and he felt that his eyes were already blackening for a while, Zhang Yang was completely crazy, and without himself, he couldn't break out.
What a hate! Neither rushed out, nor waited for reinforcements.
Looking back, there was no trace of sweetness in the air, and some of it was bloody.
"Are you going to die here?" Zhang Yang's eyes had fallen into darkness when the spear was swinging, and just as he was about to sink to the ground, a ray of light broke through the darkness and went straight to the bottom of his heart.
"It seems to be a bit louder...... Didn't reinforcements arrive? ”
"Dashuai, you guessed accurately, Wang Kuang really led the troops." Sun Qing ran into the tent excitedly and smiled at Zhang Yan.
Although Zhang Yan entered the Shangdang from Xihe and sent someone to inform Zhang Yang, Zhang Yang had already led the troops to the expedition, and he was not the eldest son in the county.
Zhang Yan's plan Zhang Yang did not know.
Zhang Yan's army was to fight with the intention of going to the party and repelling the enemy of the party, so when Zhang Yan arrived at the party, he was not in a hurry to attack, but put a long line to catch big fish, and deliberately let go of a few scouts, preparing to let the incoming people divert their attention, so as to take the opportunity to break the enemy.
"How many men did you bring?" Zhang Yan asked.
"This sentry has not yet come to report, but it only says that the cooking utensils in Wang Kuang's camp from a distance seem to be prepared for 40,000 people to eat." Sun Qing continued.
"Where are they now?" Zhang Yan smiled and asked out loud. A small Hanoi sent 40,000 horses, and it seems that it is not very elite. No army can match the Yellow Turbans in terms of numbers.
"Wang Kuang has a hand in leading the troops, and the marching speed is very fast, and he has already passed the high capital." Sun Qing replied.
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