Pang Hui rushed halfway through and heard a loud roar coming from the top of the dirt mountain.

At his age, he can be Liu Heng's father, but he was called a child, Pang Hui was furious, but when he raised his eyes, he saw that on the hillside, the black cavalry poured down like a torrent, and he was a little stunned on the spot.

After more than a month of small-scale entanglement, the two sides knew their respective strengths well.

Boxing is afraid of being less strong, Pang Hui is forty-five this year, and he has passed his prime.

On at least two occasions, Pang Hui was almost crushed to death by Liu Heng's mace.

was rescued by Wenyang once, and once was the soldiers around him who died for him.

Now when I saw a mace in the cavalry group, I suddenly felt a little weak.

Not only was he weak-minded, but the cavalry around him was even weaker, and before he knew it, the horse's speed slowed down.

The Wen Yang Department on the right flank did not hesitate at all, and the war horse leaped past them with a neigh, and crashed head-on into the blue-black iron flow magma.

The moment the two cavalry came into contact, a cloud of red blood burst out.

Liu Heng and Meng Guan were condescending, Wen Yang was from the bottom up, a long lance turned into a little cold, and the shot was extremely fast, and a Liangzhou elite rider who came from the hedge felt a gust of wind passing by, and felt a trace of coldness in his throat, and after running a few steps, blood gushed out from his neck.

Among the rolling black armor, the silver armor was extremely conspicuous, and the red horse under the crotch was covered in blood, and it rushed as if a flame was rising.

Hundreds of horsemen surrounded him, and Wen Yang's side was quickly dispersed, leaving only more than 100 horsemen to guard.

But Wenyang is like a flag that will never fall, rushing back and forth on the hillside, and the long lance turns into a little silver light, like the autumn wind, falling into a colorful flower, within ten steps, either dead or injured.

No matter how many cavalry rushed to him, they could always find a breakthrough and fight their way out of the encirclement, although he was wounded, but it aroused his ferocity even more.

Before Yang Zheng nodded, Wen Yang seemed to have found a target, rushing up obliquely from the northeast slope, and before the lance, blood and flesh splashed.

Pang Hui and the other cavalry were intercepted by Liu Heng and dispersed.

Only Wen Yang is like the darling of the battlefield, coming and going freely, and all the encirclements are useless to him.

Its battlefield instincts are extremely sharp, and it is able to avoid the encirclement of spearmen and find gaps in the chaos of the army.

Suddenly east and west, south and north, tiger leaping and dragon soaring, whimsical.

The silver armor on his body gradually turned blood-red, as if a flame swept across the battlefield.

Leave Liu Heng, who was chasing him, behind.

Liu Heng was carrying a mace, and coupled with his own weight, he was far less flexible than Wen Yang.

After chasing for a while, it had no effect, so he simply threw down the duck, and scolded and scolded with the bad luck of more than a thousand elite horsemen looking for Pang Hui.

Without the pursuit behind him, Wen Yang was like a bloodthirsty Menghu, and his eyes looked at Yang Zheng who was more than a hundred steps away.

The moment he made eye contact, Rao is Yang Zheng was experienced in a hundred battles, and the soles of his feet couldn't help but feel a cool breath.

"This person is so brave, it is better to shoot him!" Pang Qing proposed.

"Everyone in the world has the courage to say that the duck is not appropriate, and when I see it today, it is as I say, but unfortunately, it can't be used by me!" Yang Zheng waved his hand, and two hundred guards around him lined up in front of the battle with crossbows.

The two armies are fighting, you die and I die, if Yang Zheng has the slightest hesitation, Wen Yang will kill in front of him.

On the battlefield under the dirt mountain, the battle is in full swing, the enemy and us are strangled together, and the spears that are more than two feet long are intertwined, repeatedly stabbing at each other.

The Liangzhou army is not only elite cavalry, but also spear and foot soldiers.

In addition, Wang Ji's 10,000-step cavalry was already in a weak position, and it had fallen into a three-sided attack.

"Yang Xingyun, suffer death!"

With a loud neighing sound of the war horse, Wen Yang pounced like a mad tiger.

Yang Zheng didn't want to show mercy to his subordinates, and he also wanted to behead Yang Zheng.

However, this "Yang Xingyun" also seems to show that Wen Yang still has some respect for himself.

If it is Pang Hui's house, it is either Yang Er, or Yang thief.

Yang Zheng pressed his sword and stood up, the more he felt the threat, the more the blood in his chest stirred, and he roared: "Come on!" ”

The long sword is unsheathed, like a swimming autumn water.

More than two hundred bows and crossbows were fired in response, and at a distance of fifty paces, there was no way to dodge.

The war horse looked up to the sky and screamed, but it was the three personal horsemen who stood in front of Wen Yang and were shot into hedgehogs.

There were only thirty or forty horsemen left in more than a hundred horses, and all of them had feather arrows stuck in their bodies, as if Wen Qin, who was running, had also been hit by an arrow in his shoulder.

Even in such a situation, he did not retreat, nor was he saddened by the death of Paoze, he only had Yang Zheng in his eyes.

Phew—

The war horse jumped up, stepped heavily into the hand of the crossbow, held down the lance, pulled out the steel whip, swept left and right, and the sound of armor and bones shattering was loud.

The cavalry around Wen Yang was also cut into pulp by his own soldiers.

Only six or seven horsemen came out in blood.

Wenyang is still alive and well.

Yang Zheng sighed in his heart, and a series of Mengren in history came out of his mind.

The god of feathers is brave and unique through the ages.

Feathers and flies, all of them are ten thousand enemies!

Wen Yang is getting closer and closer, twenty steps, fifteen steps, ten steps......

Above the dirt hill was a flat area where bed crossbows and catapults were housed.

Now Yang Zheng does not have a condescending advantage.

Wen Yang personally rode in front of the desperate, crashed through the defense of his own soldiers, and opened a road to Yang Zheng for Wen Yang with his life.

Pang Qing held the shield and wanted to block in front of Yang Zheng.

Wen Yang moved forward with the help of the horsepower lance, Pang Qing's shield was picked open, and the person was also knocked away, and he stabbed a personal soldier to death.

However, this also retarded Wen Yang's momentum.

The cold light of the long lance came straight to Yang Zheng's door, and the whistling sound of breaking the wind was like a hundred ghosts crying.

Ordinary people probably didn't dare to move for a long time, closing their eyes and waiting for death.

Just like a field frog encountering a natural predator, a snake, even the instinct to sneak away has been forgotten.

But Yang Zheng was also killed from the sea of blood in the corpse mountain, and he stepped on one natural enemy after another to get to this day.

Everyone who couldn't kill him, everyone who was killed by him, made him stronger.

This strength is not only physical and powerful, but also spiritual.

Once the hero drew his sword, the storm was turbulent for 14 years!

"Duh!" Yang Zheng roared, used all his strength in the past fourteen years to swing his sword, and slashed at the rushing Wen Yang head-on.

This roar seemed to pass through the battlefield and suppress the chaotic battlefield.

Everyone's eyes are on the dirt mountain, at the horse, at the person!

In Yang Zheng's eyes, everything became extremely slow.

All he could hear was the sound of his own breathing, and all he could see was Wen Yang's sword-like eyes......

Then, a huge force came down his left chest, and a few sparks appeared on the shoulder armor, which were deviating long lances stabbing through the cold forging armor.

At the same time, the deviating long sword also cut off the head of the horse in the wild gallop, and Wen Yang and the horse fell to the north.

Pockets and lances were scattered, and their hair fluttered in the wind, and they carried steel whips.

You only get one chance.

More than 100 personal soldiers protected Yang Zheng who fell to the ground, with spears and shields, like a hedgehog iron wall.

Hundreds of soldiers surrounded Wen Yang on all sides.

Wen Yang grabbed a rushing war horse with his backhand, took a deep look at Yang Zheng, who was protected by his own soldiers, and killed him under the northern slope where his troops were empty.

The feathered arrows fell behind him, as if they could never catch up with him.

Occasionally, a few of them ran towards his vest, but as if they had eyes on their backs, they whipped their backhands and swept away the feather arrows.

"General! Checkmate! ”

Several voices around him shouted, Yang Zheng came back to his senses and wiped the bloodshot from the corners of his mouth, if it weren't for the fine armor on his body, even if he wasn't stabbed to death by Wen Yang's lance this time, he would have broken a few bones.

"Have you caught Wen Yang?"

Everyone shook their heads.

Yang Zheng sighed secretly, he actually let him run away at such a big price, and now he can understand Sima Shi's mood at that time.

Sima Shi's 100,000 troops didn't leave him, and it's still the same!

"Stop him for me!" If this person can't be used for himself, he should be killed as soon as possible, otherwise it will be a big trouble in the future.

Guan Yu's army beheaded Yan Liang in the thicket, allowing Cao Cao to confront Yuan Shao in the Battle of Guandu.

Zhang Liao was killed, Wuhuan disappeared from then on, and the last 800 foot soldiers defeated Sun Quan's 100,000 army......

One god will be able to turn the tide of war.

They ignore the number of troops, the strength of their forces, and the rules of the battlefield.

Pang Qing got up with a bloody mouth, and was about to entangle the cavalry to chase and kill Wen Yang, and the three scouts rushed from the south, "Report to the general, Wang Ji led 10,000 main forces to secretly cross the Bashui, bypass Longshouyuan, defeat General Ma Xun, and attack the southern siege, 10,000 troops in the middle of Chang'an City took advantage of the situation to kill, and General Zhang fell into a bitter battle." ”

Bypassing the Dragon's Head means bypassing the Blind.

"Wang Ji moved?" Yang Zheng rubbed his forehead.

Wang Ji personally led the army to attack the southern city, which was not a temptation, but a general attack!

This is also his usual style, aggressive and courageous.

Yang Zheng glanced at Wen Yang who fled north, he was unwilling, but he was helpless, Sima Shi's 8,000 cavalry chased and killed him, but he didn't keep it, and he got more than 100 horses to ride up, and it was estimated that he still lost his troops.

Send thousands of people to chase ......

The frontal battlefield collapsed.

This kind of person is a god-like existence on the battlefield.

If there are such gods under his command, what kind of deep ditches and high fortresses do you still play, and build a sandwich city? Just push it flat.

However, Yang Zheng was also glad that it was impossible for the Sima family to really trust him.

"Don't care about Wen Yang first, let me eat the 10,000 steps in the east first!" Yang Zheng did not panic.

There is Zhang Te in Jiacheng, you only need to guard for an hour, wait for the 10,000 cavalry on the eastern battlefield, and then look back and dig, cut off the water, and leave Wang Ji behind!

In a word, you hit yours, I hit mine, see who moves fast.

"Drums and horns!" Yang Zheng stepped onto the black feather and lifted the lance, and when he reappeared under the tooth ring, cheers suddenly sounded on the battlefield.

"Wan Sheng! Wansheng! ”

The morale of the Liangzhou army was reluctantly high.

There are heroes and heroes!

The one who no one wants to follow is a cowardly bear.

Yongliang is especially so, this land, this era, and even this world, need a hero!

It is up to this hero to lead them out of the malaise since the end of the Han Dynasty!

The autumn wind gradually weakened, rushing from the ice field, desert, and grassland, and the heroic spirit of the Jin Ge Iron Horse penetrated into his chest.

Suddenly, Yang Zheng was faintly aware of his mission.

More than 1,000 cavalrymen stepped onto their horses, looking at their generals and princes with feverish eyes.

The sound of war drums and horns sounded behind him, injecting a thick sense of epicness into the heavens and the earth, making Yang Zheng feel as if he was on the eve of the advent of a new era.