As soon as the war drums sounded, the soldiers of Liangzhou on all sides responded to the sound.

Zhang Te is good at defense, and he has been a veteran for many years, and he has the help of Jiacheng, so it should not be too difficult to support for an hour or two.

On the contrary, if Yang Zheng received the news and immediately went to the rescue, the frontal battlefield would immediately collapse.

Obviously, Wang Ji used these 10,000 people in exchange for the time he had to attack the southern siege of Jiacheng.

The lives of Sima Fu and Sima Wang were significantly higher than those of Pang Hui and Wen Yang, as well as the 10,000 Chinese army.

A thousand mounted iron horsemen gathered around Yang Zheng.

The long red feathers on the hood, and the blue and black iron armor worn by people and horses, made them hideous and full of power, and the long lances pointed to the eastern battlefield.

Like a humanoid iron beast that has been hungry for a long time.

Before he moved, that innate murderous and evil aura rose from the ground.

"Attack!" Yang Zheng shook the reins, and the black feather people stood up and jumped down from the dirt mountain with more than a thousand heavily armored cavalry.

A tall "Yang" tooth is waving in the wind.

The overwhelming momentum is rolling down.

"Kill!" Yang Zheng waved his lance and roared.

"Kill!" The riders around him roared together.

The battlefield also responded, "Kill!" ”

The eyes of tens of thousands of people were gathered on the tooth squirt, and the enemy army was full of lookouts, and the army became more and more courageous.

A commander who can personally charge and kill is incomparably more motivating to the soldiers.

The Chinese army array in front of it was pressed by crossbow arrows and couldn't raise its head.

Under Yang Zheng's indomitable momentum, the sound of horses' hooves like thunder of the heavy cavalry seemed to step on the hearts of every sergeant.

No one could take it in stride, and their position soon became untenable, and the men in the front row threw down their spears and turned to run.

The rest hesitated.

But death had already struck, and the iron stream crashed into the formation, setting off waves of blood.

The spear was broken and the shield was trampled on.

It was as if layers of flesh had been peeled off, revealing the terrified soldiers inside.

Then the lance ran through their bodies.

The heavy cavalry did not need to move at all, but only needed to move forward with both hands holding a long lance of more than two feet.

The war horse and the man are integrated, the speed is neither too fast nor too slow, and the man and the horse move forward and then forward in a tacit rhythm.

On the battlefield, there was no one who could stop this cavalry.

Of course, the heavy cavalry will be affected by many factors such as terrain, weather, etc., but in the land of Guanzhong, they are worthy of the name.

In just a few breaths, the Chinese army's infantry formation was penetrated.

It was as if it had just passed through a swarm of ants.

Then rush to the next step.

The fierceness of the heavily armored cavalry exceeded Yang Zheng's expectations.

It also shook the entire battlefield.

At first, the enemy still wanted to resist stubbornly, and several foot soldiers slowly approached, trying to rely on the terrain to block the attack.

But where the heavy riders passed, the people turned on their horses, leaving only a bloody path and the remnants of corpses in one place.

In the face of brutal killing, the morale of the enemy finally collapsed.

"Monsters, ghosts!"

The once brave soldier threw down his weapons and screamed to flee the battlefield.

Perhaps when Wang Ji sent them, he already regarded them as outcasts.

In this battle, Wang Ji used Pang Hui and Wen Yang as bait, attacked the east and the west, and put on a posture of attacking the east of the city, but he dangled a shot and led the main force to attack the south with Sima Fumeng in Chang'an City.

Now, it's about who breaks the game first.

Yang Zheng swept away the enemy on the eastern battlefield, and he was able to pull out his hand and flank Wang Ji's back.

If Wang Ji captures the southern siege of Jiacheng first, he will be able to echo Sima Fu, and Yang Zheng's army of 40,000 will be surrounded in the east of Chang'an.

There are Weishui in the north, Bashui in the east, Chang'an Jiancheng in the west, and the elite of Wangji and Lubo in the south.

Even if Yang Zheng wanted to leave, in a hurry, it was difficult for the cavalry to cross the water, and Wang Ji only had to follow behind and eat one bite at a time.

The idea is very good, and it is rare to make full use of the water-shaped topography to the east of Chang'an.

It's just that on the battlefield, after all, you still have to speak with strength.

You can't win a frontal battle, and no matter how clever your strategy is, it's all in vain.

In the east of Chang'an, the heavy cavalry swept across the battlefield, and the speed of the rout had exceeded Wang Ji's expectations.

And Zhang Te was enough to surprise him.

Although the battlefield is chaotic, their respective killing opportunities have long been hidden in it.

In the crowd, Pang would look at everything in front of him blankly.

Before the war, he was confident.

Who else in this world can rival the Sima clan?

Wang Ling?

Biqiu Frugal?

Zhuge Festival?

Or the emperor in the Luoyang Imperial Palace?

The general trend of the world has become extremely clear.

Sima's father and son have hit Wu and Shu several times, and the unification of the world has become the trend of the times.

Only the Sima clan can dominate the world.

This is also what many Central Plains Shishu think.

But Yang Zheng was born out of nowhere, making all this come to naught.

At this moment, Pang Hui's heart began to waver, among the thousands of troops, the "Yang" tooth was inserted on a special wooden car, supported by two Liangzhou warriors, and the four war horses drove side by side, following the heavy cavalry.

Wherever this tooth curl went, there was a bloody storm.

The soldiers of Liangzhou fell into madness one after another.

Pang Hui never thought that the word "Yang" would make people so frightened and afraid to look up.

"Pang Huixiao'er, come and die!"

After pondering for a while, a cavalry in front cut off their retreat.

Liu Heng held a mace and smiled like a hungry wolf, "Good grandson, your eldest father and I finally caught you!" ”

was a child just now, but now he has been directly reduced to a grandson.

Pang Hui was furious, "The thief will be rampant!" ”

There are more than a thousand horsemen around him, and with more and more foot soldiers gathering, it is easy to disperse them.

"The one who beheads this thief will be rewarded heavily!" Pang Huikang said excitedly.

Unexpectedly, the people around him were indifferent, looking at the small ones with big eyes.

The scene was in awkwardness for a while.

Just now, he and Wen Yang rushed to kill together, Wen Yang moved forward bravely, desperate for himself, but he turned around and ran, and the soldiers were quite disdainful.

Now when he encounters a strong enemy, as the commander, he does not take the lead in charging, but lets his subordinates go up and send them to death......

No one is stupid these days.

Pang Hui is good at playing with life, but he is playing with other people's lives......

Pang Hui spat fiercely, "If we don't break through the army in front of us, we won't be able to live, if it's a man, I'll follow the general to kill!" ”

After speaking, he urged the war horse and moved forward with the soldiers around him.

"Kill!" The soldiers finally mustered up their courage.

Liu Heng gathered the cavalry and also urged the war horses, "Cut this grandson, go back and receive the reward!" ”

"Cut this grandson!" The fine riders around him laughed.

The fine cavalry was divided into two, and Liu Heng and Meng Guan each led one, like a giant snake opening its bloody mouth.

Liu Heng raised his mace and rushed into the enemy group with his side.

Under the mace, red and white flew everywhere, and armor, bones, shields, and heavenly spirit covers were smashed one by one.

The mace is matched with his innate divine power, as long as he does not encounter a god general of the level of Wen Yang, he is basically in a no-man's land, and his advantage is not in the battle alone, but in the killing of ordinary soldiers.

The cavalry had an overwhelming advantage over the infantry without an array.

Now that the battlefield has been defeated, the Chinese sergeant saw that Liu Heng was so fierce and ferocious, he had long lost his fighting spirit, and instinctively avoided it, but exposed Pang Hui hiding in the crowd......

Pang would be stunned again, "Fuck! ”

"Pang Huixiaoer, you can't run this time!" Liu Heng rushed over with a cruel smile.

At this time, Pang Hui could only bite the bullet.

The two horses staggered, and there was a "clang", and the two war horses let out an overwhelmed neighing at the same time.

The big knife in Pang Hui's hand turned into two and went away, his arms were like thunder, faintly numb, and the blood in his chest was surging, but he still held back after all, and swallowed back the blood that came to his mouth, and was shocked in his heart, this guy had a lot of strength.

"Pang Huixiaoer, come again!" Liu Heng's war horse rushed out of dozens of steps, turned the horse's head, and became more and more courageous the more he fought.

But how could Pang Hui give him such a chance?

"Let's go!"

In front of it is more than ten miles away from Bashui, where there are 10,000 foot soldiers of Wang Ji to defend.

It's just that there is as much hope as there is disappointment.

On the dragon's head, a cavalry rushed down.

It's still blue and black, and it's still the same "Yang" banner.

Mengyu and Chengji's Xiaocai battalions waited for a long time, and wanted to intercept Wang Ji or the reinforcements on the east bank of Bashui, but Wang Ji had crossed the river from the lower reaches of Bashui, bypassed Longshouyuan, passed through Duqu, and went straight to the south of Jiacheng.

And the 10,000 foot soldiers on the east bank, no matter how tragic the battlefield on the east side was, they never moved, only the sound of war drums scattered and scattered.

Looking at the mighty cavalry, Pang Hui's eyes almost darkened, "It's over!" ”

Not only could he not leave, but the defeated army behind him could not escape.

Just in a daze, an army suddenly came out of the northwest, led by a silver armor steel whip, rushed into the enemy cavalry, invincible, and fell off the horse left and right.

"General Pang doesn't need to panic, I'm here to help you!"

Wen Yang fought from the north and entangled hundreds of routs.

Pang Hui was overjoyed, "Once Qian helped, I have to live!" ”

When the defeated army saw a silver-armored man, they plucked up their courage and attacked Mengmeng.

The battlefield has changed again.

Yang Zheng was leading the heavy cavalry to sweep the battlefield, but unexpectedly, the shouting of killing in the east shook the sky.

The enemy was just defeated, and if Wen Yang and Pang Hui fled back to the Bashui camp, this victory would have been almost something.

The enemy troops who really died on the battlefield were only two or three out of ten, and the rest were all scattered.

Wen Yang and Pang Hui gathered a large number of defeated troops around them, asking them to go back and regain their strength, and the final outcome of this battle was unpredictable.

It is very likely that he will go to flank Wang Ji by himself, and Wen Yang and Pang will come to flank him again.

It is better to break one finger than to hurt ten fingers!

"Change horses, follow me to capture Pang Hui and Wen Yang!"

"Yui!" The cavalrymen changed into unarmored horses, leaving their exhausted horses in place and guarded by foot soldiers.

Wen Yang and Pang Hui ......

Yang Zheng silently read the names of the two in his heart, one is a god general in the world, and the other is an old acquaintance.

On the battlefield, the defeated soldiers seemed to have been injected with courage again, and even Pang Hui became active, and the defeated soldiers around them gathered more and more.

Meng Yu and Liu Heng's cavalry could only intercept on both flanks.

Although there are a lot of casualties, after all, it can't stop the survival of this rout, as long as you escape to Bashui, someone will respond.

The army fought and went.

Countless people fell on the way back to the east, and then were trampled by the war horses again and again.

Finally, Liu Heng and Meng Yu's cavalry once again cut through the Chinese army.

Leave more than a thousand people behind.

"General Wen save me!" The routs clung to their last hope.

Wen Yang raised his steel whip and was about to fight back into the battle, but Pang Hui grabbed the reins, "If you and I can escape back to the Bashui camp, we can regroup, and we must not delay here!" ”

Wen Yang frowned, and shook off Pang Hui, "The soldiers take us as generals, and they can't be bearable, if you want to go, you will definitely save them!" ”

Pang Hui was stunned for a moment, then nodded and said, "Zhuang, Ciqian!" You go, and so-and-so will answer outside. ”

Wen Yang did not doubt that he had him, and took a spear from the soldier's hand, "General Pang is kind, and he will go some." ”

Turning the horse's head, leading more than ten horsemen, he turned around and killed the encirclement.

Pang Hui looked at his back, his face gradually gloomy, and he also urged the war horse, "Go!" ”

Wen Yang is to the west, and he is to the east.

The pro-rider beside him was stunned, "Isn't the general going to pick up General Wen?" ”

"It's stupid, he killed himself, you still have to be buried together, as long as you live, there will always be a chance to avenge Ciqian!" Pang Hui's face was sad, as if he was mourning a dead robe.

The riders looked at each other, but the way to survive was in front of them, and no one wanted to go back to die.

The tiger is coming, it doesn't matter if you don't run fast, as long as you run past your teammates.

In fact, with their speed, before they fled back to the Bashui camp, they would be intercepted and killed by the cavalry one by one.

Rather than die in the interception, it is better to go back alive.

This is Wen Yang's own request, so Pang Hui is at ease......

The cavalry circled around him in three layers and three layers outside, spears stabbing indiscriminately, and there were fewer and fewer soldiers around him.

The battle lasted intermittently for nearly three hours, and the god general like Rao is Wenyang also reached the time when the oil ran out, even if he could fight again, the war horse under his crotch had already been exhausted, and he was hit by more than a dozen spears, neighed, and fell down with a bang.

"Pang Hui-" Wen Yang roared angrily, his hair fluttering, like a tiger in a box.

But there was no response.

"Ciqian and a certain are the same sons of Qian Pei, and General Cao is old, why don't you raise the banner of righteousness with a certain person and purge the Sima clan?" At this moment the cavalry put away his spear, and a gentle and majestic voice came.