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Chapter 3 Thrilling
Fortunately, God just played a joke on him.

Just as several Shu troops continued to sharpen their knives, a horse from the north rode from far to near, "Report to the general, Xiahouxuan's tribe was found in the front Yaling!"

Wang Ping was shocked.

Xia Houxuan was the general of the Wei State's expedition to the west, and the military forces of the capital Yongliang, and his reputation shook the world.

If this person can be captured, it will undoubtedly shake the country of Wei.

The hundreds of human heads on the ground obviously cannot compare with Xia Houxuan.

Wang Ping waved his blood-red long spear immediately, "The whole army rushes forward to capture and kill Xia Houxuan!"

"Kill!" The Shu army immediately became excited and hissed loudly, the whole valley was alarmed, and birds flew around.

The ground rumbled and shook.

The Shu army accelerated to go north.

Yang Zheng finally breathed a sigh of relief, looking at the body of the "talented" on the ground, to a certain extent, he died for him, if he rashly went up to beg for surrender...

In this era of butchers everywhere, human life is too insignificant.

Not long after, the sound of shouting and killing came faintly from the north.

On the east, south, and west sides, the Shu army was continuously encircling, and their banners could be faintly seen among the mountains and rivers.

Yang Zheng always felt that there was something important in his mind that he hadn't remembered, but right now, he didn't have time to think so much.

Lives matter.

One side of water and soil supports one side of people, and the Shu army is very good at fighting in mountains.

The weather, people and geographical advantages are all in the hands of the Shu people.

Wei Jun has no chance of winning at all.

In other words, this war is somewhat inexplicable.

General Cao Shuang used Guo Huai as the vanguard, but the vanguard was not caught, but the Chinese army was trapped.

Yang Zheng felt for the corpse again. He was lucky for ordinary and useful things. He found two pieces of cake, but he didn't know what they were made of.

After eating, my spirit is much better and my body has strength.

To be able to enter Cao Wei's military guard camp in this chaotic world, and to survive without a little force is not enough.

The predecessor of Wuweiying was the famous Tiger and Leopard Cavalry.

The original owner of the body is physically strong, and he doesn't feel too tired when walking in the mountains and forests.

He didn't dare to go to the north, there was a big battle there.

He's not interested in dying.

Judging by the momentum of the Shu people, they were afraid that they would swallow Cao Shuang and Xia Houxuan alive, so they could only go to the Qinling Mountains to avoid the front of the soldiers.

In the weather in May, there is no shortage of food in the mountains, and wild fruits are everywhere.

It's just lack of water.

One of the main reasons for the collapse of more than [-] troops was the lack of water.

However, the streams in the mountains could not meet the needs of one hundred thousand Wei troops, but it was enough to satisfy Yang Zheng alone.

A hare was also caught at night by means of a poor trap.

His whole body was wet, and he didn't even have anything to ignite, so he could only cut it open with a knife and swallow it alive.

Beasts in this era are not afraid of people at all, so are rabbits and wolves.

The jungle in the dark night is full of green eyes, like ghosts.

In addition to wolves, there are bears, leopards, tigers, wild boars and other ferocious beasts in the mountains.

Fortunately, the bloody smell in the valley to the north attracted most of the beasts, and the only threat remained was the poisonous snake.

But he soon realized that beasts and venomous snakes were not scary, but bugs were the scariest thing.

It's everywhere, just bite it lightly, and it will swell up in an instant.

Some insects burrow into the meat and need to be picked out with a knife.

Yang Zheng didn't dare to sleep all night, holding the ring head knife tightly in his hand.

At dawn, I couldn't bear it anymore, so I fell asleep unconsciously.

Less than an hour later, he was awakened by the howling of wolves.

Yang Zheng didn't dare to go into the forest anymore, otherwise he would die faster and more painfully. One cannot fight against nature alone.

In this era, many parts of the Qinling Mountains are virgin forests, which have never been inhabited.

After much deliberation, the only option was to take off Wei Jun's standard armor and walk back to the main road.

Only one night, there were fallen corpses everywhere on both sides of the road, most of them were Wei Jun.

Some wild wolves and wild dogs gnawed on the corpses recklessly, and crows in the sky also came to join in the fun.

Intermittent groans could be heard faintly from the corpse, it seemed that he was not dead yet.

Seeing Yang Zheng with dark green wolf eyes, he didn't back down at all, baring his fangs viciously.

A kind of sadness of the death of a rabbit and a fox suddenly poured into my heart.

It's a pity that his strength alone is too weak.

Yang Zheng remembered that in history, the population of the Eastern Han Dynasty was 5000 million, but after the end of the Han Dynasty and the Three Kingdoms, the population dropped sharply to 800 million.

It is less than the scale of a first-tier city in later generations.

If Sima and his sons can end this chaotic world, it will be fine to restore peace to the world, but it is a pity that they have brought more serious disasters to this ancient land.

Just as he was thinking, there was a sound of horseshoes behind him, and he saw a Shu army scout galloping towards him, "Who are you, tell me your name!"

"I am a hunter in the mountains. Seeing the battle at the foot of the mountain, I came here to find some clothes." Yang Zheng opened his mouth and came.

But as soon as he opened his mouth, he screamed in his heart, and the accents of the two were obviously different.

The scout didn't realize it, and his tone became gentle, "The two armies are at war, you can't stay here for long, you go back quickly."

However, the speed of the horse under his crotch did not decrease at all. As long as the spear in his hand was moved horizontally, Yang Zheng's life would be gone.

To hide or not to hide?
In the light of the calcium carbide fire, Yang Zheng's hairs all over his body suddenly stood upside down, a chill poured down his head, and his body drew his sword as if instinctively.

At the same time, the spears of the scouts of the Shu army also arrived and pierced his face.

At that moment, Yang Zheng didn't even know what happened, he habitually swung the knife, habitually dodged, and didn't even need to think.

The light of the knife flashed, and the entire left shoulder of the scout was cut off, and the blood flew violently.

The long knife in Yang Zheng's hand was also blown away, causing a sharp pain in his arm.

Fortunately no fractures.

If the spear was half a point to the right, his head would fly along with it.

The scout trembled two or three times on the horse and fell to the ground.

"Wei... thief..."

Still gritted his teeth and cursed bitterly.

Yang Zheng was stunned for half a stick of incense before he stepped forward, looked at the face younger than himself, and sighed in his heart.

Half of his shoulder and arm were cut off, and his bones were exposed in the blood stains. It was obvious that he would not survive.

The wild wolf in the bushes in the distance smelled fresh blood and lingered.

This is troubled times.

There is no imaginary scolding Fang Qiu, no heroes and beauties, only killing.

Yang Zheng's whole body was also trembling. It was obvious that his body and soul were not compatible enough.

He raised the knife tremblingly and stabbed down.

"Wei..."

The scout finally died.

But Yang Zheng clearly saw a trace of relief on his face.

It is the most painful thing to let him wait to die in this barren mountain, or to be eaten by wild beasts piece by piece.

Rather than that, it is better to give him a happy one.

Yang Zheng's heart was trembling, but his body was calm.

The war horse lost its owner, slowed down, and walked loosely among the wild grass.

Yang Zheng quickly caught up and grabbed the reins.

From the scout's sleeves, he found cakes, water bags, waist tags, etc. Seeing that the scout's size was almost the same as his own, he simply took off his clothes and put them on himself.

In fact, the styles of the armor of the Shu Army and the Wei Army are similar, and they are also inherited from the Han Dynasty, but the colors and details are slightly different.

The Han respected the virtue of fire, so most of the armor was dark red.

Cao Wei was established on behalf of the Han Dynasty, and it was also a big country in the north. Because of this, it advocated the virtue of water, and its armor was mostly black.

Riding on the horse, Yang Zheng had the confidence to survive in this battle.

At this time, the shouting and killing in the north continued.

(End of this chapter)