Cheng Zhiyuan stood in a position of the first line of heaven and looked at Zu Zhao, Zu Zhao was dressed in a silver robe, elegant and polite, but at the same time he had the courage of a warrior, the two were compatible, so that Zu Zhao had an indescribable demeanor, that is, Cheng Zhiyuan also nodded again and again, this Zu Zhao is worthy of being a young hero, just from the appearance can be seen that this young man is a hero among people.

"Rolling stones and rolling trees must be ready, but don't spoil the grain and grass, you know?" Cheng Zhiyuan commanded lightly.

"Brother, don't worry, for the sake of our stomachs, we would rather die than snatch back those grains and grass!"

In the distance, Zu Zhao led the three hundred ghost horses to slowly enter the position of the first line of heaven, and at the mouth of the valley of the first line of heaven, Zu Zhao stretched out his hand to stop the advancing team.

Cheng Zhiyuan couldn't help but be surprised, for fear that at this time, Zu Zhao would see that there was an ambush in the first line of heaven, and if he didn't enter the first line of heaven, then he would give up all his efforts.

At this time, he could only hope that this silver-robed young man would not be so shrewd, otherwise he would be busy in vain.

At this time, Zu Zhao on the other side sneered, he saw that there was not a single bird in the green woods on the cliff, let alone birdsong, it was really ridiculous to the extreme. And the silence is a little scary.

"Let the grain and grass go first, and be ready to retreat!" Zu Zhao commanded.

Everyone slowly patted their horses into the first line of heaven, but Zu Zhao listened to Zu Ping's code with his ears pricked up.

Cuckoo!

Thinking of the cry of the night owl on the other side, Zu Zhao couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, there was a night owl coming out to call in broad daylight, of course, it was Zu Ping who solved the enemy's secret hand on the cliff over there, and successfully controlled the opponent's rolling stones and rolling wood, turning the enemy's back hand into his own back hand.

Cuckoo!

When Zu Zhao led three hundred horsemen into the middle of the cliff, there was a cooing sound from the opposite side.

It shows that Cheng Zhiyuan can't bear to attack.

"Hurry up, get out of the sky! The back team becomes the front team withdraws! ”

Zu Zhao shouted loudly and ordered the three hundred phantom horsemen to turn their horses' heads and rush directly up to the outside of the valley.

The instantaneous change made Cheng Zhiyuan stunned, "What are you still doing?" Stop them with rolling rocks and logs! No one is allowed to let go, and no grain and grass are allowed to be let go! ”

But at the end of the cliff, the reckless man who was in charge of the rolling stones and logs did not seem to hear his orders.

Seeing that Zu Zhao was about to escape from the valley, he couldn't help but be furious: "Everyone rushed down the valley, captured that Zu Zhao alive for me, and took back the grain and grass for me!" ”

As he spoke, he rushed down first.

Kill, kill, kill!

For a while, the momentum of the Yellow Turban Army was like a rainbow, but some of the ghost horses led by Zu Zhao were in chaos.

After Zu Zhao broke in the back, he opened all the tung oil, and beat the oxen pulling the ox cart with a horsewhip, the tung oil splashed down, this tung oil has a stickiness, once it is sticky, it will be slid to, more than a dozen ox carts released tung oil together, and the first line of days is one side high and one low, in an instant, the tung oil released by Zu Zhao actually flowed down the valley.

"Shoot the arrows!"

Cheng Zhiyuan shouted, took out a bow and pointed an arrow at Zu Zhao, although he didn't know what Zu Zhao was doing, but at this time it had already given him a premonition.

Zu Zhao turned his body away, and his arm was still opened by a bow and arrow, this Cheng Zhiyuan arrow pharaoh said, if someone else was afraid that he would be shot at the center of the mouth, he would die with a whimper.

Spread the ox cart and jump directly on the warhorse.

"Goo!"

"Goo!"

Zu Zhao and all the phantom riders learned the call of night owls. Then they beat their horses and galloped out of the valley, where they were just high.

Just as Zu Zhao and his party were rushing out of the valley, the front and back ends of the first line of heaven were blocked by rolling logs and rolling stones at the same time.

"Shoot the arrows! Come and don't be rude! ”

Zu Zhao and the three hundred ghost riders took out arrows soaked in tung oil and shot them up the valley with torches.

Tung oil was ignited by a rocket, and like a fire dragon, Cheng Zhiyuan rushed away.

"Retreat!" Cheng Zhiyuan looked at the rushing fire dragon, the soul was about to come out, and he didn't calculate that the other party would attack with fire, and he was able to ambush himself.

And by this time the fire dragon had already arrived.

"Run!"

At this time, it was seen that the formation of the Yellow Turban Army was scattered, and when they saw that the valley covered with tung oil was full of flames, they retreated one after another, and people trampled on people and trampled to death, all for their lives, and even fled for many ways, and there were already people holding high their blades to cut down the people who were blocking in front of them.

Many more were killed and injured in the fire.

But Cheng Zhiyuan was caught by several reckless men around him and fled from the front.

Behind is the Yellow Turban Army crying for his father and mother, which has collapsed at this moment. Countless people were buried in the fire, and at this time, when the tung oil was billowing smoke, many Yellow Turban soldiers were either burned to death or suffocated in the smoke.

Cheng Zhiyuan looked back at the Yellow Turban Army he had built with his own hands and was burned to pieces by Zu Zhao, and a burst of fire gushed out in his heart, but he had no way to vent it, and suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood and passed out.

According to Zu Zhao's orders, Zu Ping let go of Yousheng Liliang to intercept and kill those old, weak, sick and disabled, because Zu Ping had a total of more than 50 people, mainly the soldiers who assassinated the other party's guards and guarded the rolling stones, but the troops were insufficient to meet the battle.

Rao also killed 700 Yellow Turbans in this battle.

On Zu Zhao's side, no one died, only a few soldiers had arrow wounds, but there was no big problem.

"Go to the valley to collect military exploits and loot!" Zu Ping smiled and spoke, military merit is naturally the head, but the trophies are cold weapons, these cold weapons are Zu Zhao's favorite.

After being stationed in front of the valley for a day, Zu Zhao's three hundred ghost knights were like rainbows, and everyone was full of fighting spirit, this battle was fought very coolly, the Yellow Turban Army was simply embarrassed, and it was rumored that Cheng Zhiyuan was vomited blood by Zu Zhao's battle anger, and he had left the thistle, and people became a lot more cautious.

Zu Zhao made an appointment on the war horse, and with a wave of his long knife, he pointed at the thistle: "Sons, kill the thistle, show that I have no good man's demeanor!" ”

There have already been sergeants to clear the valley, and a group of people and horses are stepping on the front line of the sky and rushing to control the thistle, and the momentum is like a rainbow and the murderous aura is shaking the sky.

The tent of the Yellow Turban Army, which was originally entrenched in the thistle, is still there, but it has not even taken away the marching pot, and even some of the grain and rice have fallen to the ground scatteredly, the armor and weapons have been thrown away, and there are people who have not escaped hiding in the tent and shivering.

There were also those who tried to resist stubbornly, and with a wave of the saber led by Zu Zhao, countless heads flew up and fell to the ground.

Only encountered a slight attack, and the opponent's camp was destroyed.

"Cheng Zhiyuan claims to have a thousand people, and now it seems that there are about 100 people who have escaped, just one battle has made this leader of the Yellow Turban Army suffer such a big loss, all of this is the credit of the eldest prince!" Zu Ping patted Zu Zhao's ass on the side, Zu Ping also killed countless enemies in this battle, and there were naturally a lot of military achievements.

"This Cheng Zhiyuan has the title of Confucian general, this time he is careless, underestimated me, if you meet this person again next time, it is really hard to say who will win or lose!"

Zu Zhao smiled and spoke.

At this moment, he is dressed in a silver robe, and he automatically has the demeanor of a general.

"Eldest son, this time we found 50,000 taels of silver in Cheng Zhiyuan's tent, it seems that this Cheng Zhiyuan has scavenged a lot of money along the way!" Zu Ping ordered people to carry up ten large boxes, each of which weighed four or five hundred catties, and there were also countless gold and silver treasures and various precious things.

"These are our trophies, transported back to our ancestral family together, born in troubled times, these money can make our ancestral family have an extra ghost horse again!" Zu Zhao commanded.

"Then do you need to give points to the prefecture and county?" Zu Ping asked cautiously, after all, according to the discipline of the army, all those captured must be handed over.

"No!" Zu Zhao refused, the prefecture and county were definitely uneasy and kind, this time he had not given him the grain and grass he promised to send in the army, so that he now had to take the ancestral family's silver to buy grain and grass, so that Zu Zhao naturally would not hand over the silver to the prefecture.

"How's the captured weapon?" Zu Zhao asked.

Zu Ping hurriedly replied, he deeply knew that the eldest prince had a special love for weapons: "Four hundred iron knives, fifty bows, and two thousand arrows were seized, all of which were stainless steel arrows, and four hundred iron spears!" ”

Zu Ping waved his hand and asked people to lift the weapon up.

Zu Zhao picked up the iron spear and couldn't help but shake his head, Zu's family used a ghost horse, the iron spear used by the cavalry was very impractical, even the iron knife was a little bulky and unbearable, the only thing that made him happy was those stainless steel arrows and fifty good bows.

"Match these arrows and cool bows with your sons, especially those who are good at riding and shooting, so that we can improve our combat effectiveness! Cavalry can shoot with bows and arrows from a distance, and cut through enemy formations with sabers at close range! ”

Zu Zhao said with a smile.

Then he stopped in front of the iron spear and fell into deep thought.

How can this iron spear be armed with cavalry? This iron spear is too bulky, wouldn't it be useful if it was made lighter?

"Zu Ping, come here, do you think this iron spear can make it easier?"

Zu Zhao pointed to the iron spear on the ground and said.

"The eldest prince, there is a kind of moringa around here, the texture is very hard, the local hunters do not have iron spears, they use moringa to sharpen their heads, kill planers, bears, etc., this kind of moringa can completely replace this iron spear for our cavalry!"

Zu Ping thought about it, he was born as a hunter in the mountains, originally called Zu Ji and later renamed Zu Ping, and he was very familiar with hunting.

Soon, a lot of moringa was cut down.

This moringa is very hard and light. Zu Zhao took it in his hand and used it to project, it was able to project a distance of eighty meters, and then inserted it into the ground more than a foot deep, if there is a person in the ground, I am afraid it will become a hedgehog, if these wooden spears cut into moringa are thrown together, the lethality is also very amazing, the most important thing is that this moringa is cheap, almost no cost, each ghost ride with ten moringa is not heartbroken, and does not add much weight to the ghost horse, the most important thing is to increase the lethality.

Next, in order to practice the throwing of the wooden spear, Zu Zhao and the three hundred ghost cavalry went through many drills on the martial arts field, and had some personal experience of their own, and slowly turned the wooden spear into a conventional weapon of the ghost cavalry.