The situation on the battlefield is changing rapidly.

As soon as Linghu Sheng's voice fell, some people retreated faster than them.

The eastern face will open the mountain road and lead the army to retreat north.

In this way, it is equivalent to selling all the rear army.

The retreating Wei army was cut off at the waist.

A trace of Yang Zheng's vitality was gone, and he immediately fell into a dangerous situation of attacking back and forth.

People on the battlefield shouted and neighed.

Yang Zheng suddenly remembered his military career in his previous life, and he could always trust his comrades-in-arms behind him.

I remember a flood fight, everyone rushed into the flood arm in arm, blocking the torrent with their bodies, and buying time for the comrades behind them to build embankments, no one retreated, and no one was timid.

And what kind of bird is it now?

Not only to defend against the enemy in front, but also to guard against the robe behind you.

It is difficult to truly trust each other.

The Wei army had the power to fight back, but they only cared about fleeing for their lives.

It can completely block the invasion of the Shu army, so that more people can return to Guanzhong alive, but the people are not aligned, and they are allowed to be slashed and killed by the enemy.

In the blink of an eye, he was in a desperate situation.

Probably more than 10,000 Wei troops were left behind.

Seeing that the mountain pass was two or three miles ahead, the way to survive was cut off.

If Cao Shuang is more reliable and orders the first army to come back to help, he still has room for rescue.

But Yang Zheng did not hold out this hope.

It is better to rely on others than on yourself.

The scene was chaotic again, the Shu army was still encircled, and Yang Zheng shouted: "Rush over!" ”

The matter has come to this point, and the only way to fight is to fight a bloody way.

"Keep up with the General!" Ling Husheng followed.

Immediately all the armies followed.

Yang Zheng took the lead and finally inspired the fighting spirit of the Wei army.

"Kill!"

Everyone knows that it is the last moment.

The cut off of the way of life made the soldiers sprout the will to die.

The battlefield boiled over in an instant.

The soldiers are like ants fighting for their lives.

A few feathered arrows flew past his face, and a few spears stabbed at the chest and in the face......

Yang Zheng numbly swung the Hua Collar Sword, the blade of the sword passed, the spear broke, the armor broke, and the flesh and blood separated......

The killing seemed to be never-ending.

"Duh!" There was a broken drink, and then a long lance stabbed like a poisonous snake.

The sharp wind blew in his face, Yang Zheng woke up suddenly, and his body instinctively dodged.

However, the long lance followed like a shadow, with a "stab" sound, picking off the pocket, Yang Zheng's hair flew wildly, and he retreated six or seven steps in a row before he stopped the momentum of the lance.

Shocked into a cold sweat, he looked up, but he was a Shu general, with a tall head and a long lance in his hand, majestic and majestic, and the murderous aura in his eyes was like lightning.

It was Wang Ping, the general of the Shu army I saw before!

With just this lance, Yang Zheng knew that he was not an opponent.

Behind him, a group of iron armor, or carrying long knives, or holding sharp axes, or holding strong bows, the fierce spirit of the flying army is overflowing.

A lance missed, Wang Ping turned over and came back, the long lance trembled, and a Wuwei battalion was hit in the throat, bringing out a cloud of blood mist.

The soldier clutched his throat frantically, writhing all over, and in three or four breaths, he collapsed with a bang.

Yang Zheng's heart sank to the bottom, and Wang Ping was the enemy he didn't want to meet on the battlefield.

The dignified general of the Shu army actually rushed to kill on the front line in person.

Looking back at his side, the frightened eyes of the soldiers also looked at him.

As long as you take a step back, the military spirit that has been gathered with great difficulty will immediately collapse!

Life is full of choices.

Yang Zheng couldn't help but sigh in his heart, in the end, there was a bit of soldier's blood in his veins, gritted his teeth, raised his long sword, and roared: "Kill!" ”

Before he took out the sword, he already knew in his heart that two legs could not outrun four legs.

Rather than being chased to death, it is better to give it a go.

At the same time, Ling Husheng ignored the injuries on his body and swung his knife forward.

Yang Zheng's heart was full of pride, "Good brother! ”

Ling Hu Sheng also laughed, "Die with the general!" ”

The sword light and sword shadow, one left and one right, one in front and one behind, pinched Wang Ping on the horse.

Wang Ping squinted coldly, urged the war horse, the four hooves shook, and the ground also shook, as if the whole person had turned into that long lance.

Before anyone arrived, the momentum was coming.

But no matter how strong the momentum is, Yang Zheng has to rise to the challenge.

At the moment of life and death, with a "click", the sword and lance burst out into a ball of sparks, and Yang Zheng's whole person was knocked away by the war horse, and blood was spit out in mid-air.

However, the lance was also cut off by Hua Ling's sword.

At the same time, Ling Hu Sheng jumped up and stabbed Wang Ping in the left chest.

All eyes were on the knife.

The same is true of Yang Zheng, who is flying in mid-air.

At the moment when he was about to fall to the ground, Yang Zheng felt that Wang Ping was going to die under this knife.

However, between the calcium carbide firelight, he suddenly saw a look of contempt rise in Wang Ping's eyes, and when the blade was about to pierce in, the slight end of the long lance came like lightning, and the wind howled, and with the momentum of the horse, with a "snap", Ling Husheng in mid-air was pulled away.

This is the real bravery.

This is the person who made a name for himself.

Compared with Wang Ping, Yang Zheng and Ling Husheng are too weak and too young.

And Wang Ping is not standing at the peak of this era.

Twenty years earlier, he was just a general.

The battlefield suddenly became quiet.

Wang Ping controlled the war horse, threw away the broken lance, pulled out the ring knife at his waist, and his cold gaze swept over, and no one in the Wei army dared to look at each other.

"Surrender or die!" The war horse man stood up, and Wang Ping shouted.

"Surrender or die!" The surrounding Shu troops shouted in unison.

Wei Jun suddenly hesitated, they were originally outcasts.

At this point, it is almost a certain death.

In the bushes, there was a loud laugh.

Yang Zheng slowly stood up and spit out the blood in his chest.

Even with the protection of the black light armor, it made him uncomfortable, his whole body was like falling apart, his bones hurt, and most of his strength was gone.

But at this time, he couldn't fall, and the stubbornness of his previous life rose in his heart, and he roared: "Come again!" ”

Towering green hills, echoes.

The Wei army finally had some fighting spirit in his eyes.

Ling Hu Sheng also gritted his teeth and got up from the ground.

Wang Ping's indifferent eyes actually raised a little respect, and he waved his knife and pointed obliquely.

But suddenly a man shouted in the east, and it turned out that another army had broken through the blockade of the Shu army.

A huge gap was revealed, and countless Wei troops fled.

Wang Ping made a decision in a blink of an eye, pointed forward with the ring knife in his hand, and the flying army behind him let out a wolf howl, "Kill!" ”

The wind is raging, and the murderous spirit is rampant.

And he himself headed east with the elite armorers.

Ling Hu Sheng staggered and stood in front of the army with his sword, "Don't fight to the death at this time, but when!" ”

Wei Jun, you look at me, I look at you, and then look at Yang Zheng, who came with a sword, and finally someone roared and moved forward.

When one person moves, a group of people moves.

The two armies collided violently, and flesh and blood flew sideways.

There is no formation, no retreat.

Red and black are entangled, and the entire battlefield is like a boiling lake, with swords and spears flying wildly and blades sparkling.

Guild wars!

Bloody battle!

The May sun slowly sets the horizon.

The setting sun stained the mountains red, the earth red, and everyone on the battlefield.

The breeze in the mountains blew slowly, carrying the freshness of the earth, which seemed to dilute the bloodshed of the battlefield.

The Wei army became less and less.

The Quartet Shu army seems to be inexhaustible.

"Kill!" Yang Zheng roared angrily, and finally led more than a thousand soldiers to break through the obstacles.

Everyone felt as if they had been soaked in blood.

Many more are sleeping forever in the valley.

The reason why they were able to break out of the encirclement was that the Shu army did not want to fight to the death.

Cao Shuang could easily throw down nearly 10,000 people, or he could lose 60,000 or 70,000 people, but the Shu army couldn't afford to pay this price.

Yang Zheng suddenly heard the sound of crying from behind him.

Mixed with the mountain wind, it is extremely desolate.

The battlefield behind him was full of corpses.

"General......

Intermittent cries for help came from behind, tearing at his internal organs.

Yang Zheng coughed up another mouthful of blood, and there was a gap in the incomparably sharp Hua Collar Sword.

Even a famous sword can't withstand the ravages of the battlefield.

Wang Ping came with a group of armor soldiers like maggots on tarsal bones.

Yang Zheng resisted the urge to turn back, and ran northward with his head bored, but a few tears fell in the wind from the corners of his eyes......