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Chapter 238 Decoy
"pity!"

Yang Zheng, who stood on the city wall watching the battle, sighed.

If the chaos continued for a while, the entire enemy army's position would be affected, and Yang Zheng's chance to make a move would come.

In the city, the infantry have assembled.

But Deng Ai is Deng Ai after all, and the chaos was finally contained.

The Central Army and the Rear Army have regrouped and entered the battlefield, and are about to start a counterattack.

If you want to defeat this person with one blow, there are probably not many people in the world who can do it.

This is just a confrontation to test the enemy's combat power.

The opportunity for a decisive battle is far away.

Deng Aijun went into the battlefield, but the army of the Hu brothers was watching behind him.

Before the enemy's middle rear army could surround them, Yang Zheng ordered to call for gold.

At this time, two groups of cavalry came rushing forward with ferocity, trying to cut off the retreat of their own army.

The Mongolian cavalry fought fiercely with Liu Heng's infantry for a long time, if they did not respond at this time, they were in danger of being left behind.

Without saying a word, Yang Zheng walked down the city wall, picked up his long spear and got on his horse.

If these two groups of cavalry can be swallowed up, it will be a perfect ending to the first battle.

However, this may also be the bait that Deng Ai deliberately threw out.

If you can't swallow these two groups of cavalry in a short time, you are likely to be bitten by Deng Aijun who rushed forward.

After so many bloody battles, Yang Zheng's sensitivity to the battlefield has long been cultivated.

After all, the enemy's forces are far greater than their own.

The [-] regular army, plus the conscripted Qiangdi tribe, the Han people are young and strong, with a total strength of about [-].

In order to kill himself, Deng Ai spent a lot of money!
"It's enough for the subordinates to lead the troops to attack, why do you need the general to go into battle in person?" Meng Guan remonstrated.

"You don't understand. Deng Ai went to battle in person. How can someone sit on the sidelines and watch? I leave it to you to break Qiang City." Riding on the horse, looking at the five thousand pacers behind him, Yang Zheng was full of pride.

Intrigue is not what he is good at, and he always falls into the trap after knowing it later.

But the battlefield is the territory of hot-blooded men, and this conspiracy will eventually end on the battlefield.

In this cruel and fair battlefield, the hunter is also the prey, it depends on who is quick and ruthless!

"Follow me!" Yang Zheng raised his spear.

"Kill! Kill! Kill!" Wuqianbuqi raised the weapon in his hand and roared.

The city gate opened again, and Yang Zheng led the cavalry out of the city.

The infantry came out in a row after row.

A huge smell of blood rushed towards him, as if he was in a slaughterhouse, with stumps, arms, and internal organs everywhere.

Before he knew it, Yang Zheng had gotten used to this kind of scene, and there was no disturbance in his heart.

After the cavalry lined up, they began to trot, speed up, and run wildly, rushing towards the enemy's cavalry head-on.

The bloody smell in the air flooded into his lungs, stimulating every nerve and every muscle of Yang Zheng.

Wu Yu under his crotch also neighed excitedly.

Yang Zheng went out in person, not only to boost morale, but also to establish an image of an invincible strong man.

Righteousness and fame are too heavy in the hearts of the Han people.

Yang Zheng wanted to use war to tell them that he was worth relying on.

For Qianghu, the stronger they are, the more loyal they will be, but the weakest and defeated are the most dangerous.

The chaotic sound of horseshoes shook the ground, as if two strings of thunder were approaching.

Yang Zheng raised his long lance, which trembled from the galloping horses.

The enemy cavalry also made the strange whistling sound common to Qiang people, like a flock of pheasants crowing together.

There was no sound behind Yang Zheng, and he didn't need any sound to strengthen his courage.

Silence is like a snow leopard trying to hunt in Jishi Mountain.

And the minions of the snow leopard always stretch silently towards the throat of the enemy.

huh, huh, huh...

The bows and arrows of the enemy cavalry rushed into the sky in a mess.

There were no double stirrups in this era.

Even if there is, it must not have spread to the Qianghu cavalry.

In the running state, the stability is extremely poor, and the hit rate of riding and shooting is also surprisingly low.

Even if it hits, the damage to cavalry in armor is limited.

The only thing that can be hit is an unarmored horse.

But Yang Zhengjun's crossbow bolts also arrived.

No projectile required, one-handed activation.

Although the effective range is only [-] paces, its lethality is not bad.

Especially against Qiangdi cavalry who don't even have enough leather armor.

More than 30 riders who rushed to the front fell to the ground, tripped over a dozen riders behind, and the people and horses let out a series of screams.

The two strings of thunder collided fiercely, bursting out bursts of blood.

The enemy's strange howling stopped abruptly and turned into a scream.

A dozen or so enemy riders fell off their horses while grunting, and were trampled into a puddle of flesh by the horseshoes.

Wu Yu dodged left and right in the gaps between the chaotic war horses, helping Yang Zheng avoid more than a dozen long knives.

Every tremor of the long lance in his hand will inevitably pick off an enemy cavalry.

Although the Qiangdi cavalry were fierce, they were still equipped with leather armor, and many of them even had no armor, with a few pieces of armor wrapped around their bodies...

The light of the lance shadow knife intersected and passed by suddenly, bringing out bursts of blood.

Thirteen cavalry were downed by one's own side, and more than a hundred cavalry were downed by the enemy.

But that's just the beginning.

After the Qiangdi cavalry suffered a head-on blow, most of their sharpness and toughness dissipated, and the stamina of their horses also greatly slowed down, and they were surrounded by infantry.

A cavalry without speed is like a wolf without its fangs.

Three or four infantry with large shields and spears cooperated to overturn the cavalry.

Many Qiang Di were captured alive.

This is also related to Yang Zhengjun's habits. Back then in Hehuang, the reward for killing a Qiang was not as high as capturing him alive.

On the east side, Meng Yu's cavalry and Liu Heng's infantry had already returned, forming a semi-encirclement on Qiangdi instead.

It's just that Deng Ai's main force also killed him.

The two rods of teeth are particularly ostentatious in the spring sun.

The gray-brown cavalry was driven away by the supervising team behind them, with the determination to see death as home.

Yang Zheng knew that he was not easy to mess with at a glance, and shouted: "Quick battle!"

The cavalry turned their horses' heads, raised their long spears, and faced the Qiangdi cavalry.

And they were being torn apart by the infantry.

On the contrary, the leader was quite decisive, he yelled a few times, and the remaining thousand cavalry gathered close to him, and when they surrounded Helong, they headed north to kill.

"Do not pursue!" Yang Zheng roared.

Qiang Di is just a bait and an abandoned child, and Deng Ai's army behind is the big fish.

It's just that this big fish came too fiercely, covered the ground like a dark cloud, and Yang Zheng's fishing rod couldn't bear it, "Retreat!"

There was also a rapid clanging sound on the city wall.

Catapults and crossbows were launched into the dense enemy formation, bringing blood rain and screams.

The cavalry entered the city first, and the infantry retreated slowly in formation.

Deng Aijun clung to it, and slashed fiercely in front of the gate of Wengcheng.

If Yang Zheng hesitated for a moment, or went to hunt down the Qiangdi cavalry just now, he might have been besieged to death outside the city by now.

Yang Zheng wanted to kill the empress himself, but was dragged back to the city by his own soldiers.

"You!" Yang Zheng raised his horsewhip, but all the soldiers were half-kneeling on the ground, as if stubbornly willing to be beaten or punished.

Yang Zheng sighed, wiped the blood off his face, "Get up."

Deng Ai's striker had entered the Urn City.

Each of them was also red-eyed, brave and fearless, and the two generals commanded their soldiers to block the door, allowing more enemy troops to enter.

Outside the Wengcheng, Deng Aijun had already begun to attack the city, and simple long ladders were erected.

Deng Ai rushed forward like an enraged mad dog.

"General!" Meng Guan reminded in his ear.

The situation in Wengcheng is no longer optimistic.

There are still more than a hundred soldiers alive inside, and they are slowly retreating.

It was the enemy who kept them alive on purpose,

Mixed with them and crowded into the city together.

Yang Zheng closed his eyes and nodded.

Kindness does not hold soldiers.

The war is so dangerous that any mistake may lead to the tragic death of countless people.

And this battle, Yang Zheng can't afford to lose...

(End of this chapter)