Yang Zheng has a good impression of Mengyu, and he admires the Qin people even more.

Such an ethnic group that has a relationship with its own nation is really rare in the northwest.

After the Three Kingdoms in history, there are few records about them, and it is likely that they were completely annexed by the Qiang or Hu people.

Hermes-Epitek is already small, and it is not easy to have such a close relative.

Some allies are like a delusion, and it is useless to swear a curse, while some allies can tacitly say a word.

For more than 200 years, Qin Hu repeatedly served as the vanguard of the Han court to pacify the Qiang rebellion.

Han Ting not only did not regard them as his own people, but he did not even treat them as human beings.

There are too many such incidents.

From Cochin to the Northwest, it has occurred several times.

"Meng Yu is in trouble, how can I, Liu Heng, stand by and watch!" Liu Heng lifted the mace and looked at Yang Zheng with blazing eyes.

Yang Zheng ignored him and looked at the map, if Qin Hu was destroyed, then both the Western Capital and An Yi would be threatened by the burning of Dangqiang.

The battle between Han and Qiang was mainly fought with Dangqiang.

Devouring Qin Hu and burning Dangqiang will definitely disturb the Western Capital and Anyi, not to mention Tuntian, going out will be a problem.

The surrounding soldiers also looked at Yang Zheng.

Many of them had been warmly entertained by the Blinds.

Especially Liu Heng.

Yang Zheng stared at Liu Heng and teased: "Are you eating people with a short mouth and a soft hand?" Talking so much for Qin Hu? ”

The guards held back a laugh.

Liu Heng's face turned red, "My subordinates have no such intentions, they just respect Meng Yu for being a strong man." ”

Yang Zheng stood up, "After staying in this mountain for a long time, it's time to go out and move your muscles, and the whole army will listen to the order and rush to the aid of Qin Hu!" ”

"Obey!" Liu Heng roared the loudest.

Two thousand soldiers happily descended the mountain.

The cold wind was still howling, but it did not dampen their enthusiasm.

And the cold wind from west to east, over the snow-capped peaks, down the glacier, but entangled with the fire.

The raging fire was mixed with the weeping of women, the roar of soldiers, and the wails of livestock......

In order to give the younger Qin Hu a chance to survive, the old man and the remnants resolutely raised their swords and pounced on the enemy with their last strength.

But in the face of the tall and healthy young Burning Dangqiang, their resistance was futile after all.

The emaciated body was hung from a spear, picked in mid-air.

The great pain of torn bodies made them let out a feeble wail, intermittently, annihilated in the wind.

Then, their bodies were thrown into the fire.

Black smoke billowed and scorched, and the Qiang people laughed loudly.

"Women, grain, livestock!"

The Qiang people let out a strange cry, like a hungry wolf with green eyes.

Killings are all too common in this land, like the sunrise and sunset every day.

Qin Hu's sneak attack fan was successful, but he also exposed himself.

In the Hehuang Valley, the Qiang people have an absolute advantage.

Even in the Tang Dynasty 800 years later, the Qiang people still had a huge influence.

And Qin Hu is constantly weakening.

Burning Dangqiang has been planned for a long time, and it is menacing, and the nine Qin Hu were burned by Dangqiang with a sudden blow and slaughtered three branches.

The remaining few fought and left, and joined up with the Mengyu.

Meng Yu looked at the raging fire, but there was no expression on his face, and ordered his subordinates to guard the five entrances to the valley.

He had earlier told several other Qin Hu to be careful to prevent the Qiang people from counterattacking.

But the other leaders did not have the same long-term vision as he did, and thought that burning Dangqiang was no longer to be feared.

Unexpectedly, behind the burning of Dangqiang there is a powerful Zhong Qiang.

"My lord, there are too many thieves, we can't hold it!" The subordinates let out desperate shouts.

The corpses rolled down from the hills on the southeast and west sides, and the blood flowed down like a stream.

The strong bloody atmosphere attracted the wolves in the mountains, and the howls were like the tide rising and falling.

There was a certain expectation in the eyes of the subordinates, since the Qiang people came from three sides, why didn't they flee from the north.

And of course they know that this is a trap, and the Qiang people also have horses, but many people believe that the last one will never be themselves.

At this moment, Meng Yu is like a furious tiger, anger and hatred make his eyes swell with a touch of blood, but he has not lost his mind, "If you can't keep it, you have to keep it, the old Qin people will die and never retreat!" ”

In his heart, he was extremely envious of the era of the Jin Ge Iron Horse four hundred years ago.

In the era of Great Qin, it swept the world and unified the eight wildernesses.

However, the reality is so unbearable.

Time also, life also.

The subordinates heard the will to die from the mouth of the mund.

Some regained courage, others looked at each other and retreated north.

Meng Yu turned a blind eye and shouted loudly: "General Yang is already on his way to help, hold on, you can live!" ”

This sentence breathes life back into the tired people.

Women and children pick up swords from the corpses.

The courage and bloodiness of the Qin people exploded at this moment.

"Kill!" It was as if the word was shouted out of the soul.

As a result, the battlefield has become even more tragic.

Men stood in the way, women and children emerged through the cracks, rusty swords piercing the chest and abdomen of the enemy.

The Qiang people looked at the scene in front of them in disbelief.

Finally, the unthinkable turned into fear.

The tyranny of the Qiang people could not defeat the resoluteness of the Qin people.

The more the blood flowed, the more it flowed.

Qiang's, Qinhu's.

However, there were too many Qiang people, and they were submerged on three sides.

Meng Yu lifted the rusty long knife, glanced to the west, and then stepped forward without hesitation.

In the west, the setting sun slid towards the snow-capped peaks, with a golden brown with an infinite chill, as if the heavens, the earth, the mountains and rivers were dyed with a layer of rust.

"The Qin people are going to be cut off." Meng Yu raised the knife, and silently thought in his heart, all unwilling and helpless turned into ten thousand helplessness, "Then use the blood of these thieves to pay tribute." ”

Like a tiger crashing into a pack of wolves.

The sword flashed, invincible on all sides.

Even the Tigers can't change the situation.

War never changes because of the bravery of one man.

The Qiang people are strong, and the Qin Hu are weak.

Mengyu's heart gradually sank to the bottom.

I felt like I was going to be swallowed up by the twilight rushing in the sky.

The woman and child were exhausted and sat helplessly on the ground.

The men were still gritting their teeth in resistance.

And the lewd laughter of the Qiang people is getting louder and louder.

Billowing twilight is coming from the west.

But in the twilight, there was a different sound.

It was the sonorous sound of iron armor......

Meng Yu looked at the west in ecstasy, "General Yang! ”

The men, the daughters, and the children also looked to the west.

The Qiang people also looked to the west.

"How dare a thief kill my clansmen!" A warrior rushed out of the twilight, and the roar of thousands shook the heavens and the earth.

The black iron armor glowed with death in the firelight, and Sen Ran's long knife faintly shimmered white.

It was like a flash of thunder in a surging black cloud.

Husband and fighter, courage also, one blow, then decline, three and exhaustion, he exhausted me, will be overcome!

Qin Hu was exhausted, and the Qiang people were in decline.

And Yang Zheng is in full swing!

More than 100 male guards rushed out from the armor, taking the lead, holding up the mace, like thunder, and roaring angrily: "Mengyu, are you dead!" ”

More than a dozen Qiang people did not know the severity and stepped forward to block it.

The mace swept over, and the brains and blood flew together, and there was no one to join them.

The soldiers beside him are also fierce dragons and tigers, and the head of the ring rises and falls, and the head is rolling.

Two thousand armor soldiers, advancing forward, like soup pouring snow, like breaking bamboo.

The Qiang people had no array, and they fought a bloody battle with Qin Hu for a long time, suffered a blow from the back, and the army was defeated like a mountain.

The wolf howl in the mountains became louder and louder, as if he smelled Yang Zheng's breath.

"Haha, Brother Liu Heng, I'm not dead yet!" The Meng Yu, who had already killed the enemy, looked up to the sky and laughed wildly, and his body was infused with infinite power.

Liu Heng also laughed with his mouth split, "It's good if you're not dead, I'll live with you!" ”

The mace swept through the crowd of enemies, causing a terrible howl.

The two were full of pride on the battlefield, and Yang Zheng couldn't help but be a little funny, and commanded the soldiers to rush towards the burning Dangqiang Daxu.

The spear stabbed as if it had carved a bloody path between the flats.

The morale of the Qiang people was inevitably crushed.

The Qiang people scattered and fled.

Three hundred paces away, Daxu fell to the ground and was trampled by the feet of countless Qiang people.

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