The gentleness of Qingyang Gorge is only relative.

If there were no whirlpools, you might be able to barely cross the river.

With a whirlpool, it means that the underwater undercurrent is turbulent.

Yang Zheng could only pray that God had opened his eyes.

If this battle continues like this, both sides will lose and lose, delaying spring ploughing, and Yang Zheng's ambition can only be wasted like the water of the Yellow River.

There will be nowhere to grab food.

The nearby Wuwei, Zhangye, and Dunhuang are not easy to match.

Although Xiahou Ba was promoted to the rank of Assassin of Qinzhou, the pressure and trouble he faced would never be less than that of himself.

Liu Heng stepped on the raft, used a spear as a support, wrapped several loops of rope around his body, and went down the river, constantly changing directions, trying to rush to the opposite bank with the help of the rapids.

It was also thanks to his amazing divine power, and under the pull of the rope, he forcibly reversed the direction several times and avoided the whirlpool.

The soldiers on the shore were sweating for him.

The raft floated and sank in the turbulent water, and the two or three hundred paces wide river took an hour.

Seeing that he was about to bypass the last whirlpool to the opposite bank, the raft suddenly fell apart at this time, and Liu Heng's whole person suddenly fell into the water.

The rope was originally made of improvised bark and bridles.

After soaking for a long time, it will not be able to withstand the underwater undercurrent.

Yang Zheng was startled, and just about to pull Liu Heng back, Liu Heng held the log and desperately struggled to the other side.

The waves splashed, as if a big fish was slapping the waves.

"General?" The guards looked at Yang Zheng one after another.

Yang Zheng gritted his teeth and said, "Let him try!" ”

It's not that Yang Zheng is ruthless, but there is also a huge risk in pulling it back, and the rope may not be able to withstand the tearing of the whirlpool.

The river is surging and the waves are splashing.

Liu Heng and the wood are sometimes swallowed by the river, and sometimes pushed out by the river.

Ordinary people have long been unconscious by the lapping of the waves.

And he was still struggling in the water.

"Do you say you have no clothes? with the Son. Wang Yuxingshi, repair my spear. Enmity with the Son! A few Qin Hu yelled at the Taotao River.

The pronunciation of many words has changed, but it does not prevent the catharsis of the poem.

Finally, after struggling for almost half an hour, Liu Heng grabbed the tree vines on the south bank, climbed up to the south bank, and lay on the ground for half a burnt incense before slowly standing up and raising his head to roar at the Yellow River.

The soldiers on the North Shore also let out bursts of cheers.

Yang Zheng's hanging heart finally landed.

If one person passes, everyone can pass.

Set up a rope, a simple suspension cable to connect the two shores.

The soldiers crossed the river by climbing on a suspension cable.

In order to lighten the burden and cross the river quickly, everything that can be given up is abandoned, spears, war horses, iron armor......

Each person only brings one day's worth of dry food.

"Mengyu, you lead a thousand cavalry to feint and attack Guiyi City, try to bluff as much as possible, and contain the enemy in Hebei!"

"Command!" Meng Yu fell to his knees.

Yang Zheng crawled over the suspension rope, Liu Heng was wet and exhausted, lying naked in the mud, grinning proudly.

Yang Zheng patted him on the shoulder, and there was no need to say more nonsense.

More than 2,000 people crossed the river, and it took two hours.

Seeing that it was still early, Yang Zheng asked the soldiers to rest.

On the north shore, the Monk roared away with his cavalry.

More than 6,000 war horses, smoke and dust.

On the south bank, many soldiers fell asleep on the ground.

It wasn't until dusk that I opened my eyes one after another, ate some dry food, and drank some water.

One by one, the spirits were full of energy.

In the twilight, the eyes shone slightly, like a beast of prey.

Yang Zheng pointed in the direction of Jianwei City, "That is our land, our city, now, go with the book to take it back!" ”

"Kill! Kill! Kill! ”

The shouts mingled with the roaring waters of the Yellow River.

Jianwei City guarded the only ferry river bridge nearby, and did not expect the enemy to come from the southeast.

Attention was drawn to the cavalry north of the city.

When the night is dark, everything is silent.

Under the moonlight, among the green mountains, the Han family city is like a peaceful old man, calmly watching everything on the earth.

Suddenly, a trace of kindness rose in Yang Zheng's heart, like a wandering wanderer, seeing his hometown in the old city.

The soldiers brought a few long tree trunks and silently propped them up under the city walls.

The soldiers climbed the trunk of a tree like apes and jumped up the city wall in three or two strokes.

Jianwei City is a small city, built on the mountainside, the visual city is four or five meters high, the difficulty is not to climb the city, but how to climb to the halfway up the mountainside.

As long as the city is heavily guarded, it is impossible for Yang Zheng's 3,000 people to touch the city wall.

But tonight, none of this is a problem.

Because as long as people are always lax.

And the enemy would never have imagined that danger would come from the southeast.

The Qiang people, in particular, will not defend the city at all.

In less than a moment, the gates creaked open.

It was also at this time that the defenders finally woke up.

But it was too late.

"Kill!" Yang Zheng roared angrily and rushed into the city with a knife.

Only a few of the enemies were awakened, and most of them were asleep.

A few took up arms and were cut down in an instant.

From the time Yang Zheng entered the city, there was no suspense in this war.

The rebels in the city were quickly cleared.

In less than an hour, this Han city returned to the hands of the Han family.

More than 1,000 Zhong Qiang became prisoners.

Yang Zheng made people single out the leaders and beheaded them all.

In such a short period of time, and in the middle of the night, Guiyi City had no idea that Jianwei City had changed hands.

It seems that Zhong Qiang cares a lot about these two cities, and there is a lot of food and ordnance piled up in them.

Many of the soldiers had put on their leather armor and picked up their spears.

Soldiers are fast.

Yang Zheng immediately took the 800 Qiang battalion as the vanguard, pretended to be Zhong Qiang, took a few obedient prisoners, and marched towards Guiyi City, Hebei.

And the defenders of Guiyi City have been harassed by the Blinds all day, and now, it is the time of exhaustion.

I never thought that the enemy would come from Henan.

Eight hundred Qiang pawns are wearing Zhong Qiang's armor.

Whether it is Qiang or Chinese, the answers are like a stream, and they smoothly blend into the city.

Yang Zheng left 500 people in Jianwei City to guard the prisoners, and the remaining more than 1,000 people advanced to Guiyi City by night.

It just so happened that the cavalry came to harass again, and more than 6,000 war horses ran, and Guiyi City had to fight with all his spirits.

I thought that I just needed to deal with it, but unexpectedly, a fire suddenly broke out in the city, and the shouts of killing were loud, and it was a mess.

The north and the south are attacked, and the inside should be combined with the outside.

How can the city of Guiyi resist?

Yang Zheng and Liu Heng fought left and right, and entered the city.

Guiyi City is different from Jianwei City, there are heavy troops in the city, and the will to resist is extremely tenacious.

Yang Zheng had to kill him, and all Zhong Qiang who was carrying a weapon was cut down.

The north gate was also knocked open with a bang.

Meng Yu led Qin Hu to kill him as well.

As soon as he entered the city, he was like a tiger pounced on a flock of sheep, wearing heavy armor and holding two halberds, and went to the place where the enemy army was most numerous.

Liu Heng saw that Meng Yu was fierce, and he was not to be outdone, carrying two ring-headed knives, opening bows left and right, flesh and blood flying, and human heads rolling.

Zhong Qiang's resistance can be described as tenacious, but the general trend has gone, and the rest can only be stubborn resistance.

However, what impressed Yang Zheng was that no matter how many corpses fell, the enemy always refused to surrender.

From late night to dawn.

Heavy blood and light flooded this Han family city.

It wasn't until the sun rose that the fighting in the city completely stopped.

Everywhere there were people wailing in pools of blood.

It was as if the March sun was covered with a layer of blood.

Yang Zheng kept gasping, and his whole body was already dyed red.

However, Meng Yu led his men to slash and kill the seriously wounded and undead enemies in the corpses.

More than 5,000 defenders were slaughtered, leaving not a single prisoner.

Their own casualties were also nearly 700.

The war will pay a price, Yang Zheng was silent in his heart, but he didn't have time to pity, "Hurry up and rest, scouts quickly take sentinels to explore the Great and Small Elm Valley and Yamaguchi City!" ”

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