The earth was trembling, and at the end of the wilderness, a thin black line was wriggling.

The wind is sluggish, and the face is scraped like a knife.

Zhang Fei subconsciously tightened his armor, and the tiger palm held the Zhangba steel spear that drank countless blood, and the corners of his mouth floated with a faint calmness.

As soon as the snake spear was raised, the flag was waved, and the 3,000 infantry troops on the beachhead quickly went ashore and formed a large infantry formation, protecting the beachhead landing field behind them.

Amid the sound of war drums, the sound of weapons unsheathed, wheezing, and metal striking sounded, and the soldiers raised their spirits and prepared for the final preparations for battle.

The morning light shone on his pitch-black iron armor, reflecting a dazzling sheen.

Zhang Fei immediately stood proudly in the middle of the formation.

The sun rises, the morning fog lifts, and the black line on the horizon gets thicker and thicker.

The earth trembled more and more violently, like an ancient beast buried in the ground, roaring and roaring, trying to break through the earth.

Finally, the menacing enemy army broke into the eyes of all the Chinese troops in an instant.

Cavalry, that's a galloping cavalry.

On the fierce flag that was waving in the wind, there was a big embroidered "Cao" character.

Come and surname Cao!

In Zhang Fei's mind, he quickly searched for the names in his memory, and in the blink of an eye, he fixed on that one name - Cao Zhang.

That's right, it's this yellow-bearded child.

At this moment, in the mighty torrent of iron horses, Cao Zhangzheng was holding his sword high and galloping wildly.

Behind his tower-like body, three thousand shadowy and iron horsemen followed him closely behind him, and the huge cavalry array seemed to come from the dark waves of hell, carrying the power of destroying everything, and swept towards the Guanzhong infantry army on the shore and beach.

Unlike the other brothers, this Huang Xu Er is determined to be a Huo Quai-like figure, and he is one of the few sons of Cao Ying.

At that time, Cao Zhang was ordered by his father to lead the army out of the fortress to defeat Wuhuan, and Cao Zhang led the army to break the enemy army and behead thousands, so he became famous in the first war.

Since that war, Cao Zhang has been stationed in the Youhe frontier for many years, shouldering the task of defending the northern Zhuhu.

A month ago, Liu Feng's army began the Northern Expedition, and Cao Ying had to transfer more than 200,000 elites to the east to resist Liu Feng's powerful offensive.

However, Jia Xu saw through Liu Bei's intentions, and this "poisoner" expected that Liu Bei would take the opportunity to go east, and the target would no longer be Luoyang, but Merge with the State.

Despite this, Cao Ying did not have more troops to defend Hedong County, so, at Jia Xu's suggestion, Cao Ying secretly dispatched Cao Zhang to lead the Youyan cavalry and secretly went south.

Cao Ying's strategy was very simple, with the impact of Youyan's iron cavalry, Liu Bei's army in the middle of the crossing was crushed on the river beach, and its sharp spirit was frustrated in a battle, so that Liu Bei knew the difficulty and retreated, and did not dare to covet the east of the river.

The key to the victory of Cao Zhang's cavalry lies in surprise.

Now it seems that Cao Zhang did it.

The 3,000 Zhang Fei troops who crossed the river were all foot soldiers, and because they crossed the river lightly, they only brought some simple light weapons, such as shields and other heavy equipment, to be crossed on the west bank.

How could such a mere infantry army withstand the impact of his iron flow.

Between the gallops, the corners of Cao Zhang's mouth hooked up with a sinister sneer.

The earth under his feet receded like a tide, and the only sound between heaven and earth was the roar of the horses' hooves striking the earth, as if the whole world was trembling at his feet.

Fierce pride burned in Cao Zhang's chest, scorching his blade-like eyes.

Father, I am your best son, and after the First World War, you will understand who is worthy of being your heir.

With a finger of the sword, Cao Zhang's Adam's apple squirmed, and he burst out with a thunderous "killing" sound.

"Kill!"

Three thousand cavalry responded in unison, thousands of iron hooves kicked up the dust, and the front row of cavalry pressed down the spears that pointed straight into the void, and hundreds of sharp blades pierced the cold moon and turned into a suffocating forest of death.

After the spear, rows of cavalrymen raised their sabers above the top, and the cold glow was like a wave, almost imprinting the sky with cold.

Three hundred steps, two hundred steps.

The enemy cavalry approached rapidly, and the three thousand Chinese soldiers all showed nervous expressions, but their bodies were like pines rooted in the ground, and they still did not move.

Looking at the rolling iron stream, a sneer appeared on the corner of Zhang Fei's mouth.

The order was given again, and five hundred crossbowmen stepped forward.

There are only three shots in battle, and only 500 crossbowmen, how can they stop the rushing iron current?

However, Zhang Fei's face was surging with unprecedented confidence.

Those 500 crossbowmen are his secret weapon to break the enemy.

Because, the crossbow in their hands is not an ordinary crossbow machine, but the Zhuge flying crossbow invented by Zhuge Liang.

Previously, when Zhuge Liang proposed to attack Hedong and use the annexation of states as a breakthrough to capture the Hebei prefectures, Fa Zheng reminded that with the wisdom of Cao Ying and his subordinates, there would be some vigilance.

At that time, Zhuge Liang speculated that Liu Feng's attack would overstretch Cao Ying's forces, and in desperation, he would definitely transfer Cao Zhang's Youhe Iron Cavalry southward in a vain attempt to surprise them.

In order to deal with the Youhe Iron Horseman, Zhuge Liang invented this repeater as early as a year ago.

Five hundred crossbowmen followed Zhang Fei to cross the Yellow River as soon as possible, in order to call this battle today.

"Ready."

With Zhang Fei's loud shout, five hundred Zhuge Fei crossbowmen, divided into three rows before and after, all took a shooting posture.

Fifty steps...... Forty steps...... Thirty steps...... The time has come, Zhang Fei shouted violently: "Release the arrow!" ”

The more than 100 Zhuge crossbowmen in the first row immediately began to push and pull non-stop, and they just buried their heads in pushing and pulling the crossbows, and they didn't even aim at the enemy horsemen.

The advantage of this Zhuge repeater lies in its dense salvo rather than accuracy, and the crossbowmen do not need to aim carefully at all, just maintain a general direction and repeat the same action monotonously.

Within fifteen seconds, more than 1,500 crossbow arrows were shot out like flying locusts.

In such a short period of time, in less than thirty zhang of impact, so many arrows were shot at once, what a terrifying density.

The hundreds of spear-wielding cavalry who rushed to the front withstood the baptism of arrows like a torrential rain without exception.

Even if they were not shot at the vital point, whether they were men or horses, once they were stained with the highly poisonous crossbow arrows, they would be ineffective in an instant.

In front of the infantry formation, there was a tragic scene of people turning on their backs.

Such a sudden blow, an artifact-like secret weapon, Cao Jun did not expect anything at all. When the vanguard of the front platoon fell to the ground, the cavalry behind was too fast to stop the advance.

Just when Cao Ying's cavalry array fell into chaos, the Zhuge crossbowmen in the second and third rows stepped forward in turn, and within a minute, more than 3,000 highly poisonous crossbow arrows were fired.

As a result, the originally unstoppable Iron Cavalry Formation completely collapsed in less than a minute. The enemy horsemen in the chaos were not killed by the dense crossbows, but were trampled to death in the mutual fall.

"How can this be, how can this be ......"

Cao Zhang, who was in the chaotic army, watched his elite Youhe Iron Cavalry being ravaged like this, but he didn't have the slightest way to return to the sky.

The convulsion happened so suddenly that before he could recover from his astonishment and give the order to retreat, his secluded iron horse had already fallen on the banks of the Yellow River.

Cao Zhang's heart was surging with unprecedented pain and horror at this moment.

Just when Cao Chang and his remnants of the cavalry were still struggling in the chaos, in the enemy's formation, the cannon sounded, and the 3,000-foot army roared.

Zhang Fei took the lead and led his infantry to kill him.

The advantage of the cavalry is his mobility and impact power, at this moment, he has lost these two most critical advantages at the same time, and the army is terrified, and the secluded iron cavalry in front of him is actually no different from the lamb to the slaughter.

The iron arm danced, like thousands of silver snakes scurrying, the steel spear passed everywhere, and the limbs flew blood splashed, and no one could be responsible.

One by one, the heads were cut off, the bodies were split, and the black-faced warrior was like a demon general from hell, and only blood could quench the hunger and thirst in his heart.

Zhang Fei killed so happily, at this moment, he poured out all the endless anger suppressed in his heart on these unlucky enemies.

has suppressed too much and endured too much, today, how can he not kill the world.

The blood mist was flying all over the sky, and a yellow-bearded warrior stepped on the corpses everywhere, rushing in, and a bloodthirsty war knife in his hand slashed at his head.

Cao Zhang, who was defeated miserably, wanted to wash away this shame with the blood of the enemy general.

Killing the red-eyed Zhang Fei, anyone in his eyes is like a mustard, facing this martial arts general, he is not at all moved.

When the ape's arm was extended, the snake spear in his hand had turned into a wonderful curve, without the slightest air flow, silently cutting the neck of the general.

Whether it is strength, speed or skill, this blow has reached the highest level in the world.

Ding--swords and spears are staggered, and in an instant, the huge force is like a wave of river water pouring into the body, impacting Cao Zhang's internal organs, he only felt that the moment he fought each other, the muscles and bones of his whole body were staggered.

The blood in the cavity is surging, and the heart is even colder.

Cao Zhang, who was suddenly shocked by the wrong horse, looked at the enemy general carefully again, but only to recognize that the person turned out to be the legendary Zhang Fei.

The devil's general who roared a member of Cao General with a throat on Nagasaka Slope.

Before his thoughts could turn, he only heard the neighing of a horse, and before the aftermath of the sound subsided, the tower-like majestic body had expanded rapidly until it filled the entire field of vision.

The wild lan suddenly rose, and in an instant, a sharp and incomparable murderous aura rushed over from the left side.

Without hesitation, Cao Zhang hurriedly poured all his strength into his arms, and his hands clenched into an iron curtain with a big sword.

In the air, there was a thunderous metallic sound again, and the flying sparks were indistinguishable from the blood.

The knife and spear intersected for the second time, and a thousand catties of force came from the weapon in his hand, and at that moment, Cao Zhang only felt that his arms were numb and he almost lost consciousness. When I glanced down, there was already blood flowing from the tiger's mouth.

Is this Zhang Fei's strength?

Cao Zhang's heart was frightened, and he had no pride, as if he saw death beckoning to him.

He didn't even have much time to be terrified, Zhang Fei's snake spear, like a ghost, was faster than a blow, and the power of a thousand catties was like a cascading wave.

Cao Zhangying became more and more struggling, and in the blink of an eye, twenty moves had passed, and he was almost overwhelmed by the surging offensive.

A sneer suddenly sounded in his ears, and the blade of the snake spear flashed in front of his eyes, and he rotated clockwise, making a strange sound like a dragon roaring and a tiger's roar, which expanded infinitely in Cao Zhang's eyes.

The murderous aura like a raging wave quickly condensed, forming a swirling vortex of lightning shooting, and before the spear edge arrived, under the impact of this extremely powerful blade wind, Cao Zhang only felt that the skin on his face was in severe pain, and the strong wind actually stabbed him so hard to open his eyes.

After a dull thud, the wind stopped abruptly.

The cold and unparalleled black face was fixed in front of him, and in his slightly condensed eyes, there was disdain for the world.

Cao Zhang lowered his head, only to see that the snake spear had pierced his chest, and streams of hot blood were overflowing like a blowout.

"I ...... I ......"

Cao Zhang staggered his teeth, as if he wanted to say his last words, but the blood gushing from the base of his tongue sealed his throat.

Burst!

Zhang Fei's arm shook and pulled out the snake spear.

Cao Zhang covered the hollow wound, shook it for a while, and fell from the horse.

#####五天后, on the outskirts of Xuchang, the big tent of the Chinese army.

Cao Ying's face was like ashes, and in his pale eyebrows, there was pain that he hadn't seen for a long time.

That expression evokes the memories of people on the left and right.

Many years ago, in the Battle of Nanyang, that time, his beloved eldest son Cao Ang died in the battle of Zhang Xiu's rebellion, and that time, Cao Ying was also so painful.

The battle report from Hedong has kept Cao Ying awake for two whole days.

His beloved son Cao Zhang died at the hands of Zhang Fei, Liu Bei's army of 50,000 successfully crossed the Yellow River eastward, and the counties of Hedong County surrendered.

A long time ago, Jia Xu saw through Liu Bei's conspiracy, and in Cao Ying's opinion, Cao Zhang and the iron cavalry he led were enough to thwart the tricks of the mat weavers.

But what Cao Ying never expected was that the enemy was equipped with an incredible weapon like the "Zhuge Flying Crossbow".

A small crossbow machine easily cracked his entire layout.

Could it be that this is the retribution of karmic reincarnation?

From the time of Xuzhou, in adversity again and again, at every critical moment, he seemed to be like a divine helper, creating opportunities for him to successfully resolve the crisis.

But now it seems that his good fortune has been overdrawn, and now, it is finally time to pay it back.

Could it be that all this is providential?

Cao Ying, who never believed in fate, began to waver in his belief when this person was discouraged.

When he was disheartened, his soldiers hurriedly entered and sent an urgent message from Yanzhou.

In the first battle of Dong'a, the enemy general Gan Ning beheaded Cao Xiu, the Yanzhou army was defeated, and the enemy's northern water army had successfully entered the Yellow River.

Another depressing bad news, another Cao family general fell to the enemy.

Cao Ying, whose spirit was injured again, suddenly gushed out a rolling murderous aura in his gray eyes.

(To be continued)