"King Xiang has decided to come from the East China Sea and the West, and he will be in Guangwu with the Han Dynasty and stay together for several months...... Xiang Wang suffered, for the high, put the prince on it, and told the king of Han that he was not in a hurry today, I will cook the prince. ”

"The king of Han said: I and Xiang Yu were ordered to conceive the king in the north, and said, 'About brothers', my Weng is Ruoweng, I will want to cook and Weng, and I am fortunate to get a piece of the pie."

"King Xiang was angry and wanted to kill him, but he was persuaded by Uncle Xiang, and he never killed the Han Wang's family scroll."

On horseback, Pang Qing told the story of a piece of the pie in the historical records.

"Luoshui's oath, the Sima clan is extremely shameless, how can they care about the corpse of Sima Fu?" Meng Guan Dao.

"If it is Sima Yi and Sima Shi, of course he won't care, but now Sima Zhao will definitely care, loyalty, filial piety, benevolence and righteousness, Sima Zhao only has filial piety and benevolence, so he has been building an image of benevolence and filial piety, if even filial piety is gone, what face does Sima Zhao have in the world?" Yang Zheng explained.

The allusion to a piece of the pie just shows that the aristocracy still abides by etiquette and morality.

Liu Bang said "My Weng is Ruoweng", and Xiang Yu, who killed 200,000 Qin soldiers, did not do anything.

Sima Fu is not Liu Bang's father, he has a high status in the scholar clan and has a huge reputation in the government and the opposition.

If Sima Zhao looked at Sima Fu's corpse and could be indifferent, Yang Zheng really admired him.

Since the Han and Wei dynasties, the world has been ruled by filial piety.

What maintains the inheritance of the scholar clan is actually this filial piety.

The king is the minister, and the father is the son.

In later generations, Sima Zhao was called Uncle Sima Fu, but in this era, Sima Zhao was called Uncle Sima Fu!

With the word "father", the meaning is completely different.

If Sima Zhao couldn't snatch Sima Fu's corpse, the entire scholar clan would spit on him.

That's the rule of the day!

Sima Yi and Sima Shi were treacherous, used butcher knives to establish authority, razed the three tribes, and killed too much.

When you get to Sima Zhao, this road can't be walked like this.

Compromise had to be made in exchange for the support of the nobles.

If Sima Zhao was really indifferent, Yang Zheng would crush the corpse and scatter ashes in front of hundreds of thousands of Chinese soldiers!

If he is not cold, his men and the warriors will be cold!

"Haha, Sima Zhao is really stupid, he can get away with just looking for a corpse!" Liu Heng grinned.

The soldiers are fierce and dangerous, and it is impossible for Yang Zheng to really go out with a corpse for a few months......

Fortunately, there is no shortage of dead bodies in this era, Liu Heng found one at random in the field, put on a gorgeous costume, and hung it on the flagpole.

The real Sima Fu's corpse had already been thrown into the field and fed to the wolves.

At the beginning, Yang Zheng also wanted to keep it, but this thing was unlucky and difficult to preserve, and it stinked after half a month, so he could only throw it in the wilderness.

It doesn't matter whether it's true or not, the important thing is that Sima Zhao has to believe it even if he doesn't believe it.

"Prince, the enemy army has moved and is erecting a pontoon bridge!" The scouts rushed to report.

Pang Qing, Meng Guan, and Liu Heng's eyes all warmed up.

Sima Zhao didn't move, and Yang Zheng didn't have a chance.

If you move, you have a chance.

An army of more than 100,000 can't be like an arm, and there will always be flaws!

"Exactly! A certain mace has long been hungry and thirsty! Liu Heng's neck turned red again, and he rushed straight to his face.

"What's the hurry? The enemy is angry and raises troops, and it is not yet the time for a decisive battle! Yang Zheng remained sober.

Anger can make people lose their minds, but it can also increase the enemy's combat power to a certain extent.

Sima Zhao was angry, but Chen Tai and Chen Qian must have kept their sanity.

50,000 cavalry against 160,000 dignified infantry troops, head-on decisive battle, 50,000 cavalry still has little chance.

This is also the reason why Sima Zhao dared to fight this battle.

The 160,000 army, Wugang chariots, cavalry, bows, crossbows, and spears had no reason to be afraid of Yang Zheng's 50,000 cavalry.

In fact, the decisive battle at this time was still advantageous to Sima Zhao.

Even if both lose, Yang Zheng is still defeated strategically.

So either you don't fight, or you fight a battle!

"Keep dragging!" Yang Zheng looked at the cloudy sky.

This heavy snow has also been brewing for a long time, and Meng Guan said that it will be within three days.

"Yui!" The generals commanded.

In the wilderness, with Wu Gang's chariot in front, crossbowmen and spearmen in the back, and a cavalry of three or four thousand men on each of the left and right wings, the Wei army was like a black tide, surging in, covering the original pale color of the earth.

It was as if a huge scythe was lying across the land of Guanzhong, and the blade of the scythe was facing north.

Wu Gang's car marched like a wall, countless spears were erected, and the Chinese sergeants were as solid as a rock in the wind.

The cold murderous aura has suppressed the cold wind.

Donate your life to go to the country, and see death as if you were going home!

Even if you are an enemy to the death, Yang Zheng still admires the bravery and tenacity of the soldiers!

There has never been a shortage of brave people in the land of China.

This kind of momentum, this kind of spirit, makes people respect.

Chen Tai's level of command did not need to be doubted, and he came while he was angry, but the formation was not chaotic at all.

An army of more than 100,000 people is in order.

On the contrary, there were hundreds of Qiang cavalry and Hu cavalry in the Liangzhou army because of their loose military discipline, and they could not retreat, and they were bitten by Cheng Qian's cavalry and drowned in the black tide.

Meng Yu, Wen Yang, and Liu Heng asked for war several times, but they were all rejected by Yang Zheng.

"Keep retreating, keep dragging!"

50,000 cavalry slowly retreated northward, and more than 100,000 troops pursued behind.

As long as the Chinese army stopped, Yang Zheng ordered Liu Heng to lead more than a thousand cavalry to lure the enemy with corpses.

But Sima Zhao chased for a day, and when he entered the Huangling realm, he stopped chasing.

The terrain is getting higher and the weather is getting colder.

And he began to set up camp again, and to build a stronghold.

It seems that the enemy drank the northwest wind for a day, and the people are much more sober.

The reckless loess plateau, the ravines are vertical and horizontal like dragons and snakes transiting.

At this time, the plateau was still basically verdant, with forests and meadows everywhere.

It's just that the felt canopy of the Huns can be faintly seen on the meadow.

Huangling is the mausoleum of the Yellow Emperor and the birthplace of Chinese civilization, but it has long been reduced to dust.

Qin Shi Huang placed the county in this place, in the sixth year of Zhongping, the Han Dynasty just experienced the Yellow Turban Rebellion, and ushered in the Dong Zhuo Rebellion, the Xiongnu went south, and the upper county and the northern county were abolished.

"Sima Zhao will not leave again when he is here, and he must not be allowed to set up a camp, and he should be disturbed by cavalry." Pang Qing suggested.

The clouds are still floating overhead, and the snow is either today or tomorrow.

"Mengyu, Wenyang, and Pang Hui, each lead 3,000 horsemen to attack the enemy's formation, and don't let them set up camp!" Yang Zheng tightened his mink fur, he was not born in the northwest of Qianghu, and he couldn't stand the ubiquitous cold.

The cold in Guanzhong only clings to the skin, but the cold here penetrates deep into the bone marrow......

"Yui!" The three generals received the order, and their expressions were different.

Meng Yu was overjoyed when he heard the battle, and Wen Yang had a blank face, no sadness or joy.

Only Pang Hui raised his eyes and glanced at Yang Zheng, as if he was tasting the deep meaning of Yang Zheng's order.

However, Yang Zheng only had majesty on his face.

The deep meaning is naturally there, Pang Hui, as a rear general, is above the generals, and he can't eat rice every day.

And Pang Hui's ability, Yang Zheng still knows.

In the war, he has the courage of his father Pound.

"Junhou, the eldest prince is under the command of General Wen!" Pang Qing reminded in a low voice.

"Can I protect him for a while, can I protect him for a lifetime? A blood-stained wolf cub is a real wolf! Now Yang Zheng has also seen it, without experiencing life and death, people will never be sharpened.

How could I not be like this, from the Luogu War, I wandered back on the edge of life and death again and again, and I have come to this day.