Half of the thirty-odd people were in the Wuwei battalion.

Everyone looked at each other with big eyes, some with fear, some with eagerness, and some at a loss......

Yang Zheng had two choices at this time, first, bring Pang Hui.

Second, he fled on horseback.

However, in the war of more than 100,000 people, the strength of the individual is too weak after all.

While he was still hesitating, Pang Hui had been helped by the pro-soldier Wang Ah Xi.

Yang Zheng gritted his teeth and helped Pang Hui onto his war horse.

It can't be fought, the Shu army is almost 100 people, well-equipped and well-organized, and there are only more than 30 people here.

Fortunately, the Shu army also dispersed to hunt down and kill others.

In the end, Wuwei Camp is the elite of Cao Wei, with strong physical fitness, high mountains and dense forests, find a ravine cat, the mountain forests are lush in May, and there is no trace at all.

For more than an hour, calm gradually returned to the mountains.

"The general is awake! The general is awake! Wang Axi said happily.

After feeding some water and dry food, Pang Hui's face improved.

Yang Zheng divided a team to hunt, a team to look for water sources, and a team to sentry around to see the situation outside.

When it was getting dark, the soldiers brought back water and prey, and some dry firewood.

Lighting a bonfire in the darkness of the night is tantamount to suicide.

The mountains and forests are scattered with Shu army scouts.

Fortunately, at this time, a military guard battalion named Ling Husheng found a cave, and everyone moved the nest before they dared to light a small bonfire and boil some water with Pang Hui's iron helmet.

I tore off a few pieces of clothing, boiled and dried them, which was a simple bandage.

The soldiers grilled their own meat.

After some tossing, it was already late at night.

Yang Zheng cooked some soup with an iron helmet and fed it to Pang Hui.

After drinking it, Pang Hui's face finally turned a little bloody, and he fell asleep after a while.

Most of the surrounding soldiers were also tired, and most of them fell asleep except for the vigil.

Yang Zheng couldn't sleep at all, listening to the wolf howl outside, his heart suddenly fluctuated.

After seeing a tragic death, I know what the world is now.

In the scattered memories in his mind, he seems to have a deep connection with Cao Shuang.

Don't think it's strange that the Wuwei Battalion has always been the descendant of the Cao family, and the lieutenant general is of course his person.

But, how can Cao Shuang beat Sima Yi?

The wrecked ship may sink at some point.

What to do?

Relying on his own understanding of the general trend of history to help Cao Shuang fight Sima Yi?

Immediately, Yang Zheng couldn't help but laugh at his stupidity.

If Cao Shuang had listened to people's persuasion, he would not have been defeated.

In fact, at the beginning of the Shu war, many people had reminded him, but he didn't listen to any of them.

A person's character will ultimately determine their fate.

Besides, what is his identity, will Cao Shuang listen?

Even if you listen to it, can you beat Sima and his son?

I'm afraid that I will die in front of Cao Shuang at that time.

Tossing and turning, I fell asleep unconsciously.

I don't know how long I slept, and I was woken up by the movement outside.

Yang Zheng felt as if he had returned to his military career in his previous life, under the threat of life and death all the time, and under the stimulation of survival instinct, people were in a state of vigilance, and they would wake up at the slightest movement around.

When he went out of the cave to check, it was Ling Husheng who was practicing knives.

The pace is flexible, the body is as light as a swallow, and the knife light is bursting back and forth, opening and closing, which is quite powerful.

At first glance, it is a killing move used in the battle array, without the slightest fancy.

Yesterday fled for his life, his attention was on Pang Hui, and he didn't pay attention to other people, but when he saw Ling Husheng today, he suddenly felt that this person was not simple, he was tall and long, his limbs were strong, his face was handsome, and he was a typical good son of the Han family.

Similar in age to himself.

Linghu and Linghu seem to be also a big surname in this era.

Linghu Sheng saw Yang Zheng, took his posture, and bowed his hand: "General Yang." ”

"Good knife technique!" Yang Zheng praised sincerely.

Ling Husheng smiled and said, "My subordinates dare to ask the general for advice!" ”

Yang Zheng was stunned for a moment, and he hesitated a little.

The original owner must be able to do martial arts, otherwise he wouldn't be able to get into the martial arts camp, let alone be a hundred generals.

But ...... for yourself

Everyone else has come to the door to challenge, and it is not okay not to accept it.

Yang Zheng was also very curious about what his skills were.

In the troubled times of swords and swords, it is definitely not possible to cut people.

It's a mule, it's a horse, it's always going to be pulled out and slippery.

"Don't dare to teach, you and I will learn a thing or two." Yang Zheng pulled out the knife around his waist, and his words were very polite.

Seeing Yang Zheng lower his posture like this, Hu Sheng was very impressed, "The general said with a smile. ”

The two men faced each other with knives.

Ling Hu Sheng's momentum was calm, and Yang Zheng was slightly apprehensive in his heart.

The moment his eyes touched, Yang Zheng took the lead in attacking, and there was no discipline, and the moves of the fusion military body fist were a burst of random splits.

The original owner's physical fitness has nothing to say, and between the swings, the muscles of the whole body are adjusted by memory, and there is also a bit of momentum.

Linghu Sheng's defense is not leaky.

Fighting, Yang Zheng's true level was revealed.

Ling Husheng was cautious at first, and then he was a little careless.

No matter how Yang Zheng slashed, he would never be able to break through his defense.

I can't help but feel a little impetuous.

Of course, it's just a competition, and both of them have a sense of proportion in their hands and don't do their best.

Just when Yang Zheng was weak and his pace was chaotic, Ling Husheng suddenly took a step forward, entered a position, and squeezed into Yang Zheng's inner ring.

In a square inch, Yang Zheng's knife suddenly couldn't be slashed, and he was caught off guard, so that Hu Sheng advanced with a backhand, and the back of the knife hit Yang Zheng's hand.

With a "snap", Yang Zheng's knife fell to the ground.

"Good knife technique!"

Outside the field, the soldiers cheered.

Lian Pang would stand in it at some point.

Yang Zheng's face was red, it was really faceless to be defeated by his subordinates, but in fact, his heart was clear, so that Hu Sheng's subordinates were merciful, if they fought for their lives on the battlefield, they would break their wrists at the least, and their heads would fall to the ground.

Could it be that the surname Linghu is all martial arts masters?

Yang Zheng thought of Ling Hu Chong.

The skills are not as good as others, and there is nothing to say, so he simply admitted generously, "Brother Linghu has superb sword skills, and I can't do it." ”

Ling Husheng panted slightly, his eyes were a little confused, "The general will concede." ”

Yang Zheng said a few more polite words, and his attitude was sincere, which turned the confusion in Ling Husheng's eyes into a good feeling.

Although it was defeated, it was not without gains.

Thinking back to a few days ago, the moment of life and death, the instinct of the body exploded, and it was like a shocking knife.

I have a little more understanding in my heart.

Pang Hui's thoughtful gaze swept over the two.

In the next few days, as long as he has time, Yang Zheng will find Linghu Sheng to learn.

After all, he is of the same age, Yang Zheng is frank, and Ling Husheng is not a person with a small belly, and he must answer any questions.

Yang Zheng's ring-headed knife gradually had some rules, at least so that Hu Sheng could no longer think of defeating him as easily as before.