contend

Chapter 34
Riding on a horse, carrying a long lance, and wearing a black light armor, Yang Zheng felt that he really looked like that.

It's a pity that there are only four hundred people on hand.

Du Bin next to him had strange eyes, and glanced at Changqiang from time to time, as if saying that this thing belonged to him.

"Isn't your Du family in Jingzhao? How did you go to Fufeng to build Wubao?" Yang Zheng asked curiously.

Du Bin held his head high and held his chest high, "Our Du family is a well-known family for generations, how can Jingzhao tolerate it?"

This guy is a typical dyeing workshop when you give some color.

"If you keep bragging, someone will break your leg!" Zhang Te was disgusted.

"Speak humanly." Yang Zheng also admired this guy, and he didn't miss any chance to pretend to be aggressive.

"There are so many rich and powerful families in Jingzhao, and there are too many monks and too little porridge...my uncle has always been at odds with Sima Taifu, so..." Du Bin was coy.

"Huh?" Yang Zheng was taken aback. The Du family and the Sima family are at odds?

Never heard of it.

Yang Zheng remembered that there was a Du Xi in the Du family who wore a pair of pants with Sima Yi, and wasn't Du Zhan in the Yongliang army?

"Who is your uncle?"

Du Bin looked ignorant and contemptuous, "A certain uncle is General Chijie Jianwei, Lieutenant Hu Karasuma, Inspector of Youzhou, and Marquis of Fengleting!"

Being pretended by this guy again, Yang Zheng wanted to strangle him to death.

So it means that Du Shu and Sima Yi are at odds.

"Who is Du Xi?" Yang Zheng asked again.

Du Bin held his head up like a rooster, "All the Du families in the world came from Yingchuan, and Hanwu moved the rich families in the world to Maoling, so there were two Du families. "

Du Xi was posthumously donated to Shaofu.

"So that's how it is." Only then did Yang Zheng realize that Du Xi and Du Shu were not the same people at all.

As for Du Zhan's joining the Yongliang army, it does not mean joining Sima's camp.

Xia Houba, the defender of Shushu, is also in Longxi, and he is in charge of a Yongliang army. It can't be said that he is also a member of the Sima clan, right?
"Hey, don't cling on to me, you fellow." Zhang Te scolded with a smile.

Du Bin was afraid of Yang Zheng, but not Zhang Te, "The Du family is one family in the world, how can you, a villager in the mountains, know the friendship between us and other aristocratic families?"

"Ouch?" Zhang Te blushed, and drove the horse up to beat him.

During this period of time, Du Bin was often beaten, his face was bruised and purple, and he was not good at all.

After all, he was marching, and Yang Zheng didn't want to make a fuss, so he said seriously, "We're approaching the enemy camp, all the troops are silent!"

Only then did the two stop.

Yang Zheng restrained his thoughts, and after a while, he saw the enemy camp ahead.

To say it is an enemy camp is obviously a high opinion of Qiang Di.

Messy, disorderly, marching and setting up camp, usually without orders, no noise allowed, no fires allowed.

But there were bonfires burning everywhere ahead, brightly lit.

Noisy, like a market.

Yang Zheng felt relieved, secretly thinking that the information of the Du family envoy was correct.

Just a bunch of rabble.

The reason is nothing more than a large number of people.

"All armies rest and attack in an hour!" Yang Zheng ordered.

"promise!"

To be on the safe side, Yang Zheng also sent out scouts in all directions.

However, before a stick of incense passed, the movement in the enemy camp suddenly became louder.

Cheers came with gusts of night wind.

Yang Zheng looked up, and suddenly saw the gate of Dujiawu Fort opened...

How is this going?Did the Du family surrender?

Plans can never keep up with changes.

Yang Zheng's eyes drifted to Du Bin. This guy had blown the family into the sky just now, but now he is dumbfounded.

Thinking of the envoy's eager expression, Yang Zheng suddenly had a bad feeling in his heart.

The envoy said that there is a flanking attack from inside and outside. Now that Wubao has surrendered, what else is there to attack?
Although Qiang Di has no military discipline, after all, there are many people, and he only has four hundred people, and the Qiang Di alien race has always been known for their fierce folk customs.

Isn't the Hundred Years' War between the Han and Qiang Dynasties the external cause that dragged down the Eastern Han Dynasty?

Yang Zheng looked at the soldiers beside him, and the soldiers also looked at him.

"The matter is urgent, and my subordinates are willing to be the vanguard to defeat the bandit army!" Zhang Te stepped forward and pleaded generously.

Yang Zheng glanced at the crowd, "If Qiang Di gets the food, grass and weapons of Wubao, it will be a serious disaster. We are soldiers, and we should have the responsibility of guarding the land. All the troops obey orders, and the cavalry will charge and kill with me. The infantry will form a formation and shout. And go in!"

"promise!"

Just a simple word, contains incomparable determination.

This battle is not for the imperial court, not for the powerful clan, but for defending the land!
"Kill!" Yang Zheng waved his long spear and rushed to the front, followed by more than forty cavalry.

The infantry marched forward under Zhou Yu's command, shouting with all their might.

It seems that there are thousands of troops hidden in the night.

Qiang Di was huddling together in a noisy crowd, and they all wanted to enter Wubao to rob.

Suddenly an army came out from behind, and they were at a loss for what to do.

Yang Zheng led a horse in front, leading more than forty cavalry to charge in like thunder.

Under the long spear, flesh and blood flew everywhere, and the enemy ran away with their heads in their arms.

The cavalry behind them also reaped the lives of the enemy with their ring-shoulders.

Yang Zheng thought to himself that if there were a hundred cavalry, they could easily penetrate the enemy formation.

It's a pity that there are only more than forty riders.

It is precisely because of the weak force that the enemy has a chance to regroup.

"The one who retreats dies!" A burly man swung his knife and killed a deserter, followed by more than two hundred infantry, all wearing leather armor, holding swords, shields and spears, waiting in formation.

With his efforts, the rebel army began to gather around him,
Yang Zheng remembered that the heroes of the rebel army were named Qi Jiantou and Yang Tiejian.

Doesn't "hard head" mean "iron head"?

It is obviously a bit inflated to use more than forty horses to charge and kill the 200 people who formed this formation.

Not worth the candle.

Yang Zheng turned his horse's head and charged to the other side.

The man shouted in front of the battle: "Here is Qi Jian's head, the rats can come and die!"

Yang Zheng ignored it and just led his army to chase down the defeated soldiers.

It's not easy for the four hundred or so people I have in my hands. They have been gathered after hard work. They just seem to be like-minded. If you lose one, you will lose one. There is no need to change your life with a reckless man.

When you should be a man, you have to live with it, and it is the same with leading troops in war.

As the chief general, he is responsible for the lives of his subordinates.

No matter how Qi Jiantou yelled from behind, Yang Zheng pretended not to hear, and led the cavalry to chase and kill the defeated army, trying to expand the chaos of the enemy as much as possible.

But he didn't expect Yang Zheng to ignore him, but he stared at Yang Zheng to death, and even led his subordinates to chase his four legs with two legs.

Yang Zheng not only admired his bravery, but also slandered him for his lack of understanding.

I thought to myself that the big brothers of these foreign races in the frontier are honest.

The name Qi Jiantou is not wrong, he is really a top iron.

In fact, as long as he sticks to his formation and stabilizes the situation, the chaos around him will gradually calm down.

After all, war horses also consume energy.

And the cavalry is only about forty people, and they are still light cavalry.

"General!" A murderous intent flashed in Zhang Te's eyes.

Yang Zheng looked back, and saw Qi Jian's head was like an enraged mad bull, chasing him with vigor and vitality, while Zhou Yu's infantry had just entered the battlefield and had not yet opened up the situation.

"Not urgent."

Qi Jian chased after him and cursed at the same time, "cowardless" and "little thief", these are the only words that come and go.

Compared with the scolding with the Yongliang army when they looted Cao Xia's property that day, it is nothing worth mentioning.

Running, running, Qi Jian's head gradually became a little short of breath.

And the leather armored soldier behind him was even more out of breath.

"The time has come!" Yang Zheng said in a deep voice, and more than forty riders accelerated together with him, drawing an arc in the night, and turning direction.

In the night sky, the crescent moon is like a hook, like a scimitar out of its sheath, hanging alone above the sky.

There is also a trace of cold murderousness in the moonlight!
(End of this chapter)