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Chapter 12 Breaking the Encirclement
The battlefield situation is changing rapidly.

As soon as Linghu Sheng finished speaking, someone retreated faster than them.

Pang Hui let go of the mountain road on the east side, and led the army to retreat northward.

In this way, it is tantamount to selling all the rear troops.

The defeated Wei army was cut off in the middle.

Yang Zheng's sliver of vitality disappeared, and he immediately fell into a dangerous situation of pinching back and forth.

People on the battlefield shouted and neighed.

Yang Zheng suddenly remembered his military career in his previous life, and he could always trust the comrades behind him.

I remember that there was a flood fighting and emergency rescue. Everyone rushed into the flood arm in arm, blocking the rapids with their bodies, and bought time for the comrades behind them to build embankments. No one retreated, and no one was timid.

And what kind of bird world is it now?

Not only must guard against the enemy in front, but also guard against the robe behind.

It is difficult to truly trust each other.

Wei Jun had the power to fight back, but he only cared about running for his life.

It can completely block the invasion of the Shu army and allow more people to return to Guanzhong alive, but the hearts of the people are not in harmony and they let the enemy hack and kill.

In the blink of an eye, he fell into a desperate situation.

About ten thousand Wei troops were detained behind.

Seeing that the mountain pass was two or three miles ahead, the way of life was cut off.

If Cao Shuang is more reliable and orders the first army to return to aid, he still has room for rescue.

But Yang Zheng didn't hold such hope.

It is better to rely on oneself than others.

The scene became chaotic again, the Shu army was still encircling, Yang Zheng roared: "Rush over!"

Things have come to this point, we can only use chaos to fight a bloody road.

"Follow the general!" Linghu Sheng followed closely behind.

Immediately all the armies followed.

Yang Zheng took the lead and finally inspired Wei Jun's fighting spirit.

"kill!"

Everyone knows it's the last moment.

The cut off of the way of life made the soldiers germinate the will to die.

The battlefield boiled instantly.

Soldiers are like ants fighting for a glimmer of life.

A few feathered arrows flew past his face, and a few spears aimed at his chest and stabbed at the door...

Yang Zheng numbly swung the Hualing sword, the sword edge passed, the spear broke, the armor was broken, and the flesh and blood were separated...

The killing seemed never-ending.

"Duh!" There was a shout, and immediately after that, a long spear stabbed like a poisonous snake.

The sharp wind hit his face, Yang Zheng woke up suddenly, and his body dodged instinctively.

However, the long spear followed him like a shadow, with a sound of "stab", Yang Zheng picked up the dagger, and Yang Zheng's hair fluttered wildly, and he retreated six or seven steps in a row before stopping the spear's charge.

Startled in a cold sweat, he raised his eyes to see that he was a general of Shu, with a tall horse and a long spear in his hand, majestic and majestic, with a murderous look in his eyes like lightning.

It was Wang Ping, the general of the Shu army whom he had seen before!
With just this spear, Yang Zheng knew he was no match.

Behind them are a group of iron armor, some with long knives, some with sharp axes, some with strong bows, and the sturdy spirit of Wudang Feijun is beyond words.

One spear missed, Wang Ping turned around and came back, the long spear trembled, one of the military guards got a spear in the throat, bringing out a cloud of blood mist.

The soldier frantically grabbed his throat, twisted his whole body, and fell down suddenly after three or four breaths.

Yang Zheng's heart sank to the bottom, and Wang Ping was the last enemy he wanted to meet on the battlefield.

The dignified general of the Shu army actually rushed to kill on the front line himself.

Looking back, the soldiers all looked at him with frightened eyes.

As long as he takes a step back, the morale of the army that has finally gathered will immediately collapse!
Life is full of choices.

Yang Zheng couldn't help feeling in his heart that there was some soldier's blood in his veins, he gritted his teeth, straightened his long sword, and roared: "Kill!"

Before he drew his sword, he knew in his heart that two legs cannot run with four.

Rather than being chased to death, it is better to give it a go.

At the same time, regardless of the injuries on his body, Linghu Sheng stepped forward with a knife.

Yang Zheng felt proud, "Good brother!"

Linghu Sheng also laughed, "I will die with the general!"

Swords, lights and swords, one left and one right, one front and one back, pinched Wang Ping on the horse.

Wang Ping squinted coldly, urged the horse, planed with all four hooves, and the ground shook accordingly, as if his whole body had turned into that long lance.

Before the people arrive, the momentum is already oncoming.

But no matter how aggressive the momentum is, Yang Zheng will face the difficulties.

At the moment of life and death, with a "click", a ball of sparks exploded from the sword and lance, and Yang Zheng was knocked into the air by the horse, spitting out blood in mid-air.

However, Leng Feng was also cut off by Hua Jingjian.

At the same time, Linghu Sheng jumped up and stabbed Wang Ping's left chest.

All eyes are on this knife.

Even Yang Zheng, who was flying in the air, did the same.

The moment he was about to fall to the ground, Yang Zheng felt that Wang Ping was about to die under the knife.

However, in the light of the calcium carbide fire, I suddenly saw contempt in Wang Ping's eyes. When the blade was about to pierce, the tip of the long lance shot across like lightning, and the wind howled. Linghu Sheng was blown away.

This is the real warrior.

This is the famous person.

Compared with Wang Ping, both Yang Zheng and Linghu Sheng were too weak and too young.

But Wang Ping is not standing at the pinnacle of this era.

20 years earlier, he was just a general.

The battlefield suddenly became quiet.

Wang Ping reined in the horse, threw away the broken spear, and drew out the sword around his waist. His cold eyes swept across, and no one in the Wei army dared to look at each other.

"Surrender and avoid death!" the horseman stood up, and Wang Ping shouted.

"Surrender and avoid death!" The surrounding Shu army shouted in unison.

Wei Jun hesitated immediately, they were the ones who were abandoned.

At this point it was almost a doomsday situation.

In the bushes, there was a loud laugh.

Yang Zheng stood up slowly, spitting out the blood in his chest.

Even with the protection of the black light armor, it still made him uncomfortable. His whole body seemed to be falling apart, his bones ached, and most of his strength was gone.

But he couldn't fall down at this time, the stubbornness from his previous life surged up in his heart, so he yelled: "Come again!"

The towering green hills echoed.

The Wei Jun finally had some fighting spirit in their eyes.

Linghu Sheng also gritted his teeth and got up from the ground.

In Wang Ping's indifferent eyes, a little respect actually rose, and he waved his knife and pointed at it.

But suddenly there was a shout from the east, and it turned out that another army broke through the blockade of the Shu army.

A huge gap was exposed, and countless Wei troops fled.

Wang Ping made a decision in the blink of an eye, pointing forward with the sword in his hand, Wudang Feijun behind him howled, "Kill!"

The wind was violent and murderous.

And he himself took the elite soldiers to the east.

Linghu Sheng stood unsteadily in front of the army holding a knife, "If you don't fight to the death now, when will you wait!"

Wei Jun looked at me and I looked at you, and then looked at Yang Zheng who was rushing forward with his sword in hand, and finally someone roared and pointed his spear forward.

When one person moves, a group of people move.

The two armies collided fiercely, blood and flesh flying everywhere.

There is no formation, no retreat.

Red and black are intertwined, and the entire battlefield is like a boiling lake, with knives and spears flying around and sparkling.

Guild wars!
bloody battle!
The May sun slowly dipped below the horizon.

The setting sun dyed the mountains red, the earth red, and everyone on the battlefield red.

The mountain breeze blows slowly, carrying the freshness of the soil, which seems to dilute the bloodiness of the battlefield.

Wei Jun is less and less.

The Shu army from all directions seems to be inexhaustible forever.

"Kill!" Yang Zheng roared, and finally led more than a thousand soldiers to break through the obstacles.

Everyone seemed to have been soaked in blood.

More people sleep forever in the valley.

The reason why they were able to break out of the encirclement also lies in the fact that the Shu army did not want to fight to the death.

Cao Shuang could easily drop nearly 7 people, or lose [-] or [-] people, but the Shu army could not afford this price.

Yang Zheng suddenly heard crying from behind.

Mixed in the mountain wind, it is extremely desolate.

Behind the battlefield lay corpses everywhere.

"General..."

Intermittent cries for help came from behind, tearing at his internal organs.

Yang Zheng coughed up another mouthful of blood, and there was a gap in the extremely sharp Hua Ling sword.

Even famous swords cannot withstand the ravages of the battlefield.

Wang Ping brought a group of soldiers to chase and kill them like tarsal maggots.

Yang Zheng resisted the urge to turn his head back, and ran toward the north in suspense, but a few tears fell smoothly from the corners of his eyes in the wind...

(End of this chapter)