contend

Chapter 11
If Cao Shuang was determined to fight, raised his arms, and united as one, the Shu army might not be able to reap the benefits.

After all, the advantage of military strength lies here.

But Cao Shuang didn't have the guts to fight again, he just wanted to go back to Guanzhong and Luoyang.

The coach is like this, how can the soldiers work hard?

Yang Zheng looked around, and found that the four to five hundred people left behind were the young men captured by Cao Shuang, with different organizational systems and different hearts.

In the rear, more than a thousand cavalry soldiers of the Shu army swept away the fallen leaves like the autumn wind.

The screams came, and everyone's faces showed fear.

"Array, array!" Linghu Sheng ordered loudly.

But when the soldiers looked at me and I looked at you, they suddenly roared.

Yang Zheng thought he was going to risk his life, but they threw down their weapons, turned around and ran away...

Cao Shuang's dental flag fell into the dust with a "bang", and the general's guard of honor was thrown everywhere.

Even Wang Xi, who fought bloody together, ran away.

Yang Zheng stood there dumbfounded.

Zhao Deng also looked hesitant and evasive.

People's hearts are like this, so why fight?
Yang Zheng sighed in his heart, and finally understood what it means to be defeated like a mountain.

In the blink of an eye, there were only fifty or sixty military guards around.

Yang Zheng didn't even have the mood to shout.

"Coward!" Linghu Sheng was indignant, and drew his sword to kill the defeated soldiers around him.

Yang Zheng stopped him. Killing people is meaningless at this time, so it's better to save some effort.

Cao Shuang hadn't been able to walk for half an hour before his back legs collapsed.

Zhao Deng's expression flickered for a while, and finally he gritted his teeth and turned to leave.

Yang Zheng couldn't help feeling disappointed.

In this troubled world, not everyone can come together.

"It's useless to die, it's better to go north." Linghu Sheng finally gave up.

Yang Zheng felt a little sorry for Cao Shuang's entrustment, but the current situation was exhausted.

"Let's go!" He didn't hesitate, and escaped the catastrophe in front of him. At worst, he would get rid of this layer of official skin and find someone deep in the mountains to be a bandit without restraint.

Everyone mixed in the crowd and fled north together.

The cavalry of the Shu army was extremely cunning, and they only rushed to kill those who were alone on the two wings, causing even greater chaos and allowing the Wei army to trample on each other.

And the biggest threat is your own people.

The chaotic army was coerced and collided with each other.

Those who fell had no chance to stand up again.

A scream rang in my ears.

At this moment, Linghu Sheng snorted and was knocked down by the panicked crowd around him.

Looking back, his figure has been submerged.

The two have sparred over the past few days and supported each other on the battlefield, and they have long become brothers who have died.

Without him, Yang Zheng would have died under Pang Hui's calculations.

"Ziqian!" Yang Zheng left the crowd and turned back to look for Linghu Sheng.

There are so many people around, how can there be half a person?

"Get out of the way, get out of the way!" Yang Zheng couldn't help feeling anxious.

At the most critical moment, Linghusheng did not give up on him and fought side by side. How could Yang Zheng let him be trampled to death by the rebel army?

But there are too many people.

The cavalry of the Shu Army in the periphery kept throwing arrows, causing even greater confusion.

At the critical moment, Yang Zheng drew his sword angrily, and shouted: "Get out of the way, get out of the way!"

Perhaps Yang Zheng's armor played a role. Within ten feet, the flow of people suddenly stopped for a while.

But in a blink of an eye, a man who looked like a captain spat and continued to flee north.

In desperation, the anger that had been suppressed these days suddenly sprang up from his heart and burned blazingly. Yang Zheng didn't think at all, and raised his sword instinctively.

A cloud of blood suddenly burst out from the Captain's body.

Looking at the long wound on his chest in disbelief, he fell down slowly.

And his blood spattered Yang Zheng's face.

There was a momentary silence around.

People are forced out, Yang Zheng wiped the blood from his face, "Those who trample on each other are all the same!"

Probably the original owner is also a decisive person, subtly affecting him in the depths of memory.

"General...jun..." Linghu Sheng was supported by several brothers from the military guard camp, with a feathered arrow stuck in his chest, and his body was covered with traces of being trampled on.

Seeing that he was still alive, the stone in Yang Zheng's heart slowly fell.

The Wuwei, Zhongjian, and Zhongba all recognized the black light armor, and slowly approached Yang Zheng.

The crowd suddenly calmed down a little and were no longer so flustered.

Regardless of the Chinese army or the Yongliang army, under the perennial war, they are all the best on the battlefield.

"Return to the front, don't panic, stand in formation, and retreat slowly!" Yang Zheng stood holding his sword, recalling the days when he was in the army, the soldier's blood gradually awakened in his body.

With the order, the people around seem to have found their backbone.

Hundreds of people surrounded them, forming small formations.

Chaos is contagious, and so is order.

People continued to join, and in a blink of an eye, an array of two to 3000 people was formed.

A few low-ranking officers maintained the formation.

The military discipline of the Wei army has always been strict, especially since Sima Yi supervised all Chinese and foreign military forces, rewards and punishments must be trusted, and orders are like mountains.

It's just that Cao Shuang didn't have the prestige of Sima Yi. For several months, more than [-] people were suppressed and beaten by [-] Shu troops.

His incompetence allowed the dignity of the old Cao family to be trampled on the ground.

The morale of the army was resented by this, and Guanzhong was wasted by it.

Yang Zheng's team naturally attracted the attention of the Shu army. Two Wudang flying troops rushed towards them, and the cavalry also came to join in the fun.

With the array, people's hearts will be stable, and they will find mutual support.

Although some people still fled and some were dispersed, there was no such thing as the tragic defeat of the previous army.

Some officers directed their troops to resist.

The vast majority of casualties came from trampling on each other, and not many actually died at the hands of the Shu army.

Yang Zheng and a group of soldiers from the Wuwei Battalion, the Central Battalion, and the Zhongba Battalion stood in front of the formation and retreated slowly.

The black light armor has amazing defense, and it cannot be penetrated by knives and arrows.

Hua Tingjian swept across, the sharpness was unparalleled, the head of the sturdy Shu army was different, and the other Shu army all had expressions of fear.

Linghu Sheng commanded the soldiers to hold up their spears, like a forest of reeds suddenly sprouting in the wilderness.

Will be the courage of soldiers.

Standing in front of the formation, Yang Zheng was wearing Cao Shuang's black light armor, with a pocket covering half of his face, and holding a Hualing sword. The Wei army around them became more courageous and regained their former elite and bravery.

The harder your bones are, the softer your enemies will be.

The state of Shu is exhausted, and its population is less than that of Wuyi of Wei.

Therefore, the use of troops has always been extremely cautious.

Prime Minister Zhuge loves soldiers like a son, he refuses to take risks, and he is upright in every battle. He used the land of a state to coerce Cao Wei, which is certainly his peerless talent.

Fei Yi and Jiang Wan both inherited the prudence of Prime Minister Zhuge. Since they took office, they cherished the national power and immediately restricted Jiang Wei's military power.

In this battle, Jiang Wei was also excluded and stayed in Fucheng to guard against Sun Wu.

Therefore, Yang Zheng obviously felt that the Shu army was unwilling to fight to the death, and was only consuming and strangling the living forces.

The rear army was tough, and the Shu army turned to attack the two wings.

Yang Zheng's pressure was greatly reduced. When he returned to the formation, his body was covered with feathered arrows, like a hedgehog.

The eyes of the soldiers were full of respect.

Linghu Sheng had tears in his eyes, "Thank you, General."

In the past, being called General was more or less a greeting, but now there is something different.

However, Yang Zheng knew that he was able to survive not because of how brave he was, but because the Shu army's mind was not here.

The elite Shu army relied on the east and west mountains to condescend and attack.

Daoist friends who are dead and poor, can't control so much about the current situation.

Before I was happy for a long time, there were screams and shouts on the hills to the west, and the Shu army had already broken through. A banner of "Han Zhenbei General Wang" fluttered in the mountain wind. It turned out that Wang Ping broke through the west. Wei Jun, when the flying army rushed into the defeated army, there was nowhere to go, where the sword and ax passed, blood flowed all over the ground.

The army of Wei was in chaos.

The Shu army seemed to have found a breakthrough, rushing in frantically, hacking and killing wantonly.

And the Panghui Department in the east also shows signs of collapse.

In the blink of an eye, Yang Zheng's department was in danger of being cut off.

Linghu Sheng said urgently: "General, retreat quickly."

(End of this chapter)