This great battle is a battle of fate.

Yang Zheng's fate is in this battle, and Deng Ai's fate is also in this battle.

If the Western Army wins, Yang Zheng will completely break free from the shackles of the Sima family in Yongliang, and Liangzhou will not only be Liangzhou, but a powerful force that gathers all the advantages of the northwest.

If the Eastern Army wins, Deng Ai will shine as recorded in the history books, and the strong upward trend in Liangzhou will be cut off, and at the same time, it will also pave all the way for Sima Zhao Taishan to press the top.

This battle is not just about fighting for Longyou.

Outside the battlefield, countless people are also looking in the direction of Xiao Pass.

In Xiping City, the gray-haired Lu Zhi stood on the city wall with the support of the guards, looking east.

In Guzang City, Du Yu took a little leisure out of his busy schedule, stood in the attic, and looked at the eastern sky.

o In the middle of the city, Wei was on the tower of the north city, twisting his beard, and looking at the north with half-squinted eyes.

At the same time, in the Mangshui camp, more than 10,000 Shu troops have been assembled, and many of them are wounded, but their eyes are still firm.

The Northern Expedition had become their obsession, and the revival of the Han Dynasty burned like a flame in their chests.

"Raise your troops!" Jiang Wei coughed lightly, and his increasingly thin face also rose a little rosy at this moment.

The Shu soldier turned around silently, took a step, clenched his sword and spear and headed north.

Jiang Wei pressed the handle of the knife with his hand and looked to the west, his eyes were complicated and regretful.

In Chang'an City, those old and deep eyes also looked in the direction of Xiao Pass in the west, "Deng Ai is really the loyal and good man of my family, but it's a pity that he was a little too hasty, but if he can hit Yang Zheng hard, he will die well!" ”

"Deng Ai will be defeated?" Sima Fu was surprised.

Sima's family is prosperous, Sima Fang gave birth to eight sons, known as Sima Bada, and Sima Bada gave birth to more.

Except for Sima Lang, who had fewer children, the others had a lot.

Sima Yi has nine sons and two daughters, and Sima Fu also has nine sons and one daughter......

Sima Fu is the third son of Sima Fu.

"Deng Ai is undefeated, and it is naturally the best.

Sima Fu's old eyes became deeper, "From today onwards, martial law will be imposed on all sides, and all the young and strong defenders in the south of Weishui will withdraw into Chang'an, and the strong walls will be clear, as long as Chang'an is in hand, everything can be saved!" ”

Sima Fu was stunned, this was obviously not optimistic about the battle of Xiaoguan.

Even the battle of the Great Wall in the south is not optimistic, "Longyou ......"

"The general chooses Huainan, and Longyou can only give up." Sima Fu said lightly.

"It's a pity for Deng Ai." Sima Fu sighed.

"What is the pity of dying for the great cause of my Sima family?" The father and son were present, and Sima Fu rarely played the role of Cao Wei's loyalty.

Under Xiao Pass, the short-handed soldiers were in close contact.

Bounded by antlers and fences, the spears of both sides came and went, tearing apart countless flesh and blood.

According to the usual practice, there is always a team of governors behind Deng Aijun, carrying a long knife from Senran, and all those who retreat, regardless of reason, will be killed!

Therefore, the soldiers in front can only be fearless of death, either you die or I die, and only by tearing up the enemy in front of you can there be a glimmer of life.

"Kill!" Everybody's red-eyed.

In the blood-red wave, even a coward will become a brave man in the killing field.

The individual's life is insignificant, and even the pain of the body is ignored.

Someone was hit by six or seven arrows, and the blood flowed like a torrent, and he still moved forward with a knife.

Someone had their lower abdomen torn open by a spear and still screamed and pounced on the antler fence, trying to shake the defense with their bodies.

Someone broke his arm and crippled his legs and feet, but he still let out a roar of filial piety forward......

Their cavalry galloped back and forth around the perimeter, trying to find a flaw, and then drove in as usual, expecting the enemy to be defeated.

Deng Aijun can not be said to be brave, not crazy, not elite.

However, no matter how crazy they were, the Liangzhou military camp would always stand, like a big mountain, unmoving in the wind and waves.

No matter how small a mountain is, it can't be shaken by wind and waves.

Deng Ai's army is brave, and the Liangzhou army is even braver, and it is brave with ease.

Under the command of the officer, the soldier raised his spear and stabbed it calmly and powerfully, piercing through the enemy's body.

And the enemy's spears are difficult to penetrate their iron armor, and it is even more difficult to hurt their bodies.

Yang Zheng's army is a real soldier, not a farmer, not a young man, it is composed of the most brave people in Liangzhou, they don't need to farm, they don't need to herd horses, they only need to train the art of array, the skill of fighting.

If Deng Ai's army falls, they will soon be trampled into pulp by the robe, and if the Liangzhou army falls, Xuanyi Peng in Shiwu will drag them away as quickly as possible and hand them over to the rear for treatment.

Above Xuanyi Lang is the Xuanyi Order, Xuanyi Envoy, and below is Xuanyi Peng.

You don't need to be born in the youth camp, and you can choose those who are loyal to the army or the people.

Therefore, Yang Zheng's will can extend to every corner of the army.

The fierce fighting continued to devour the lives of the warriors, and the battlefield gradually boiled over.

The wind in early spring was still cold and cold, and when it swept across the battlefield, it was quickly contaminated with the aura of slaughter, and swept towards Longshan Mountain in the south and Qinling Mountains in the southeast.

It was as if the blue sky was stained with blood.

On the mountain beam in the distance, the wolves were attracted by the huge bloody aura, and they were also rendered by the murderous aura that spread all over the sky, and they kept raising their heads and howling at the sky.

and the heavens and the earth were all the more desolate.

Yang Zheng sat in the tent of the Chinese army, and the sound of fighting outside came like a landslide and tsunami.

It was as if countless spirits of the dead were weeping and howling in their ears.

It's just that today's Yang Zheng has already been like a stone.

The rise of a force and the collapse of a dynasty will inevitably be accompanied by bloody storms.

A general of success will dry up all bones.

The rise of a king is bound to be even more tragic.

At this moment, Yang Zheng's mentality is gradually changing.

The strong, the first to be strong is the heart!

Cao Shuangkong has the military power in the world, and the emperor is in hand, so he has all the advantages, but he doesn't dare to give it a go with Sima Yi.

Wang Ling held the high hopes of the world, and when he encountered a slight setback, he bound himself and asked to surrender, begging Sima Yi to spare his life......

"Report, the third base of the left wing is broken by Duan Zhuo!"

"Report, the sixth base of the right flank is attacked by the enemy!"

"Report, the Hongbu has broken the triple antlers of our army!"

……

All kinds of information kept coming, and the shouts of killing were getting closer and closer, and it seemed that the situation on the battlefield was tilting towards Deng Aijun.

"General!" Liu Heng's neck turned red again, and his face was full of uncontrollable mania.

Stimulated by the war, the generals and guards in the UU reading tent were red-faced one by one.

Yang Zheng glanced over, and the mania on Liu Heng's face suddenly subsided by more than half, and the others were silent.

"Did Deng Ai move?"

"Not yet." Pang Qing replied honestly.

Yang Zheng's face was stunned, "Then wait a little longer!" ”

"Yui!"

Usually Yang Zheng is also approachable, but at this time, Yang Zheng is like a Menghu who wants to eat people, and his whole body exudes a dangerous aura.

The people around will not forget that once under his orders, the West Sea and the West Set were full of corpses and bones, and the Beijing Guanzao.

It was also this person who walked out of the sea of corpses and blood in Luogu and fought his way out of the bitter cold land in the northwest......

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