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Chapter 302 Rainstorm
Between the gray sky and the earth, bolts of lightning kept striking down, and the torrential rain seemed to flood the entire land.

Some cavalry simply rushed across the river from the shallows to buy time.

Liu Heng, Luo Hu and other infantry generals led the infantry to cut off the rear.

Wuchang, Shichang, and Tuenchang ordered the soldiers of the headquarters to step on the pontoon bridge.

Xuan Yilang and his men were on the east bank to appease the soldiers.

More than [-] people crossed the river calmly without any confusion.

An hour later, Wu Ting's backwater surged.

The place where the camp was originally camped has become a swamp. Some cattle and horses that could not be evacuated in time were stuck in the mud, and food and equipment were soaked in sewage.

Deng Ai has planted fields for decades, and he knows the location and astronomy.

In addition, he dredged the river in Huainan, built water conservancy, and connected Huaixi and Huaibei into one piece. There are thousands of hectares of fertile fields and thousands of miles of fertile fields.

In the context of the rise of Wei Guo as a powerful family, the national power still firmly suppresses Wu and Shu. To be fair, Deng Ai deserves the most credit.

However, the ruler is long and the inch is short. Such a famous general from ancient times, the essence of China, has a miserable end.

Time and fate!
Standing on the high hill on the west bank, Yang Zheng looked at the torrential river, and was inexplicably startled when the heavy rain hit him.

Looking at it now, how lucky was it to win the Battle of the Qiang?

I know Deng Ai's bullshit, but Deng Ai despises himself.

As long as Deng Ai's random teammate is a bit stronger, Yang Zheng's grave is estimated to be as tall as one of them.

However, Yang Zheng could feel that the current Deng Ai was no longer the previous Deng Ai, with less arrogance and more caution and ruthlessness.

With a click, the first pontoon bridge on the river was washed away in the blink of an eye.

Then came the second, and the third.

In the huge rain curtain, a row of cavalry loomed.

More than a hundred riders were walking along the river bank, the leader was white-bearded and gray-haired, with a face as cold as iron stone, and eyes like lightning, passing through the rain, "Yang Zheng-"

The shouts came intermittently amidst the sound of rain, and the anger and hatred contained in them made people shudder.

Yang Zheng could understand his anger. This unfinished battle might be his last chance.

Withdrawing to Jincheng, coupled with the heavy rain, is not conducive to Deng Ai's attack.

It is also not conducive to the attack of the Shu army.

"Hui Lingju City." Yang Zheng glanced at the east bank, and the figures of Deng Ai and the cavalry gradually disappeared in the increasingly heavy rain.

Yang Zheng felt that it was almost done.

But Deng Ai on the other side obviously didn't want to give up.

The dense rain of arrows sprang out from the heavy rain, but fell powerlessly on the riverside.

It was as if reeds suddenly grew all over the place.

"Old man Deng Ai, have you lost your mind and gone crazy?" Liu Heng spat.

Yang Zheng had an idea, if he didn't get mad at Deng Ai at this time, when would he wait?It was time to deal an indelible blow to Deng Ai's fragile heart.

Deng Ai was in his fifties, maybe he didn't catch his breath, and he just passed away, which is none of his business.

No matter how far-fetched Luoyang Master Sima was, he couldn't find him.

"The gongs and drums team is up." Yang Zheng roared.

Liu Heng was taken aback for a moment, then burst out laughing, shouting as he ran, "Drummer, drummer!"

Soon, the gong and drummers were summoned, stood in the rainstorm, and started to beat and beat.

Maybe it was raining too much, and the sound of gongs and drums was as weak as frost-beaten eggplants.

But Liu Heng's loud voice had a miraculous effect, "Mr. Deng Ai, why don't you cross the river and die!"

After a while, the rhythm of the gong and drummer came out.

Led by Liu Heng, a group of people jumped up and down to the rhythm of gongs and drums in the heavy rain, very happy.

There was also an impromptu doggerel mocking: "Deng Shizai in Nan'an planned to fix Xiping with a trick. The heavens are not good, and the old man is destined to return."

Yang Zheng once again lamented that there are talents in the hands of gongs and drums.

Liu Heng and others shouted louder and louder, overwhelming the sound of the rainstorm.

The soldiers on the West Bank laughed out loud, beat their chests and stamped their feet.

I don't know if he was amused by Liu Heng, or he was laughing at Deng Ai on the other side.

These people had all fought to the death with Deng Ai in Po Qiang, and they didn't feel how powerful Deng Ai was.

But Yang Zheng knew that Deng Ai was holding his breath, ready to avenge his shame.

This time, he planned everything, built a fortress to encircle him, and made a fuss about it. He spent so much thought and made a big circle, but he still let himself run away. I don't know how Deng Ai would feel.

The noise on the west bank grew louder, while on the east bank, there was only the sound of heavy rain.

After knocking for half an hour, there was gradually no movement in the east.

The figure of the cavalry completely disappeared in the rain.

The interest between Liu Heng and the drummer also faded.

"Scout across the river, watch out for sentries, follow behind Deng Ai, don't let him out of sight." Yang Zheng stood in the rainstorm like the soldiers.

"Follow the order!" More than 30 scouts divided into teams and dispersed upstream and downstream.

Back in Lingju City, Yang Zheng immediately called for the drummer and asked who wrote the doggerel.

A sixteen or seventeen-year-old young Xuan Yilang was pushed out by the crowd, he was a little embarrassed, "The subordinates are ignorant of learning, and they will dirty the general's ears."

In this era, 90.00% of the people are illiterate, and it is very rare to be able to make doggerel that suits the occasion.

Besides, when you read it to the soldiers, you don't need to bite the bullet, and the rhetoric is gorgeous.

Yang Zheng said softly, "What's your name?"

"Subordinate Wei Zhu."

"Jingzhao Webster?" Yang Zheng was taken aback.

Wei Zhu was even more embarrassed, "The side branch is poor."

But he didn't know that this kind of background was exactly what Yang Zheng wanted.

"Why should a man ask about his background? From today onwards, you will be promoted to Xuanyi Order, in charge of playing and singing in the army." Yang Zheng was immediately promoted.

Unexpectedly, Wei Zhu had a look of disappointment on his face.

Playing, playing and singing is the job of musicians and dancers, and he is at the age of passion, so he is naturally unwilling, but he dare not disobey the order.

Yang Zheng smiled and said: "Er Mo is more careful, there will be a time when you will show your strength in the future."

Only then did Wei Zhu take the order and leave.

The spiritual life of soldiers and common people in this era is really monotonous. They either work or fight, and live their lives like cattle and horses.

Yang Zheng felt that it was time to add some fun to them.

Xuanyi Sikongwu's propaganda, after listening too much, will eventually make people's ears callused.

Why not change to a more deeply rooted way?

This time, he was able to avoid the danger in advance, and Meng Guan made a great contribution.

Yang Zheng rewarded him with a hundred pieces of brocade and fifty catties of gold cakes.

Meng Guan thanked him but refused.

Because his prediction was wrong, the heavy rain did not last for five days. After the third day, it turned into light rain intermittently, which lasted for seven days!

In Meng Guan's words, the celestial phenomena are changing all the time, and the results of observing yesterday and observing today will also be different.

However, this result made Yang Zheng look at Meng Guan with admiration.

After the heavy rain, the situation in Longyou changed again.

There was a major problem in the food supply of the Shu army, the mountain roads were muddy, and food transfer was inconvenient.

Liao Hua and other Shu generals had been attacking Bi Dao for a long time, but they were blocked on the north bank due to the soaring Wei River, unable to advance or retreat.

Duan Zhuo and Fan Zhen from Deng Ai's department broke out from Didao and entangled Liao Hua's department on the north bank of the Weishui River.

At the same time, Li Fu and Liu Qin, generals of Guo Huai's department, led [-] troops out of Qishan Fort, and put on a posture to attack Yinping.

The decline of the Shu army has been revealed.

The pressure turned to Jiang Wei.

(End of this chapter)