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Chapter 35 Cunning
The waning moon is like a knife, and so are the cavalry.

Without the cooperation from the inside and outside of the Du family, there would not be many chances in this battle.

But the bravery of the Di people gave Yang Zheng a chance.

The cavalry of this era has not yet had double stirrups, only single stirrups, and more is used to assist in getting on the horse. Saddles already exist, but when charging, they still need their legs to clamp the horse's belly.

A good equestrian can stabilize the center of gravity with the strength of his legs alone, but most cavalry need to hold the rein with one hand and swing with the other.

Yang Zheng was holding the rein with his left hand, and his right hand was holding the long spear tightly.

The thieves are already in chaos, and they have long been out of formation in the pursuit.

Seeing Yang Zheng turn the horse's head, Qi Jiantou was overjoyed, and rushed forward with a knife without fear.

In infantry combat, the strength of the enemy and the enemy is quite average, and it is difficult to tell the winner.

But horse warfare is not the case. There is absolutely no such thing as three hundred rounds of war in later novels.

Life and death are only a moment.

Strength, agility, speed, equipment, courage, any tiny factor is the key to the outcome.

But now Yang Zheng rides on the right foot and is well-equipped. It is by no means that mere bravery can create miracles.

The moment the war horse rushed past, Yang Zheng's eyes showed pity.

With a tremor of the long lance in his hand, he felt the weight penetrating the human body.

Qi Jiantou's leather sword didn't play any role, and the long spear easily tore open his chest.

"Wow..." He coughed up a cloud of black blood from his mouth.

More than forty riders also crashed into the crowd, the blades turned and blood spattered.

A massacre without suspense.

There are only about 200 elites in the bandit army.

The rout army, who had gradually stabilized its position, saw the handsome man stabbed to death and the cavalry hacking and killing, and suddenly his heart was broken and he ran around.

At the same time, Zhou Yu's infantry entered the core of the battlefield.

The thief army was completely defeated.

Qiang Di was not an outsider in the Eastern Han Dynasty. The two clans had already been deeply sinicized. They were dominated by Cao Wei, and there were many Qiang people in the Wei army.

So when fighting Yang Zheng, I was three points timid.

Now that the handsome man was killed, the Wei army's momentum was like a rainbow, and the bandit army collapsed.

Yang Zheng looked back at the soldiers around him, marched all the way for nearly three hours, and then immediately went to the battlefield to fight. Although he had the chance to win, he was already exhausted.

Especially the war horse, panting heavily in front of its mouth and nose.

Livestock are worth more than human life these days.

A good war horse is even more precious.

Yang Zheng also had no intention of killing them all, so he only asked everyone to gather together, rest for a while, and recover their horsepower.

The thieves outside Wubao are retreating, but the thieves inside Wubao are on fire.

Women, money and food make them animalistic.

The burning aroma of food and the smell of burning corpses rose from the fireworks...

The thieves shouted and laughed wildly, like bloodthirsty wolves, bursting with flames, and there was a faint scream of a woman.

A dozen soldiers and guards rushed out of the door suddenly.

There were cries of children and women in the car.

This sound stimulated the bandits around, and they gathered around one after another.

The dozens of armored soldiers slashed wildly with their knives, the thieves couldn't get close, they just stabbed randomly with their spears, several soldiers fell down, and the horses were also stabbed down by the random spears, the blood of the horses flowed all over the ground.

The carriage was stuck in front of the door.

Seeing that the situation was not right, the soldiers suddenly dropped their long swords and dispersed in a hurry.

A middle-aged man shouted from inside the car: "Yang Tiejian, didn't you promise to let me go as long as you open the door and surrender?"

A rude laughter came from a person in Wubao: "Uncle Du Wu, you are a doctor of the imperial court, how pedantic you are!"

In the flames, the man came out, quite majestic, with a beautiful woman in one hand and a knife in the other, three long and narrow scars on his face, as if he had been injured by sharp claws.

"You Du's family robbed us of our women's land? Today, we will pay you back with interest!"

The middle-aged man stuck his head out of the carriage and saw the bloody corpses all over the ground. His whole body trembled, tears and snot mixed together, "If someone spends his whole life reading sage books and following the teachings of Confucius and Mencius, how can he do such evil deeds?"

Immediately there was a burst of laughter around.

Yang Tiejian laughed loudly and said: "Since you didn't do it, you sacrificed your wife and daughter to me, and I will spare you."

"Uncle, don't do it! Such barbarians, leading beasts and cannibals, how can they be faithful!" A man in Wubao came out in armor, holding a bow and arrow, and shouted.

An arrow shot out and missed.

He fired another arrow and hit the target, but the feathered arrow was so weak that it couldn't even penetrate the leather armor, so it was bounced back again.

The man was thin and his armor looked loose.

The more Yang Zheng looked at it, the more familiar it became, and he suddenly remembered that this was not the Du family's envoy who tricked him into helping him?

At that time, he said clearly and logically, he thought he had two brushes, but he didn't expect to pull his hips like this.

A bandit soldier was enraged and chased after him with a knife in his hand.

The messenger screamed, dropped his bow and arrow and ran away.

"Regret not to listen to Yuan Kai's words!" The middle-aged man beat his chest and stamped his feet, suddenly jumped out of the carriage, stood in front of the carriage, and tremblingly drew out the long sword at his waist, "I am the one to blame for today!"

Although this person is cowardly, he still has some backbone and has his own bottom line.

After Qi Jian was stabbed to death, most of the bandit army collapsed, only Yang Tiejian had two or three hundred people gathered around him.

"Thiefs are so shameless, do you bully me that the Han family has no sons?" Yang Zheng was riding on the horse, holding his spear upside down, the green string behind his back fluttering gently with the night wind, a waning moon above his head, and several corpses scattered under the horse's hooves.

And his eyes, also held a touch of coldness in the night.

The war horse scratched the ground restlessly, snorting.

The more Yang Zheng strolled around, the greater his deterrent effect.

It is understandable to rise up.

But it is despicable to mutilate women and children without saying anything.

"Who are you?" Yang Tiejian's pupils shrank suddenly, and he couldn't help putting down the beautiful woman in his arms.

The beautiful woman was crying and wanted to throw herself into the fire, but was stopped by the Du family's envoy.

"Martial arts, Yang Zheng!"

While speaking, the war horse felt Yang Zheng's murderous aura and ran forward.

"There are a lot of rich women in the castle, how about you and I split it equally?" Yang Tiejian was frightened by Yang Zheng's sure-to-kill momentum, and actually retreated repeatedly.

This person is much worse than Qi Jiantou.

In many cases, soldiers and thieves are not too far apart.

Yang Zheng sneered, "I am a man of the Han family, a general of the Great Wei, how could I join hands with the bandits?"

"You and I have no enmity in the past and no grudges in the present, how about spare my life?" Yang Tiejian retreated again and again. This person had a loud name and was quite strong, but he was so timid.

Yang Zheng couldn't help feeling contempt in his heart.

"This thief is extremely cunning and good at bewitching with words, general beware!" the Du family's envoy reminded him.

As soon as the words fell, Yang Tiejian, who had retreated to the wall, changed drastically, as if a beast that had been driven into a desperate situation, unexpectedly ran towards Yang Zheng with a knife.

Yang Zheng stabbed out with a long lance, Yang Tiejian rolled on the spot to avoid the sharp edge, and slashed at the horse's hoof.

The movements are fierce and fast, and they are completely incomparable with the cowardice just now.

Yang Zheng tightened his grip on the horse's belly, and the horseman stood up, narrowly dodging his knife that rolled to the ground.

Unexpectedly, this fellow spirit is like a cunning rabbit, jumping up from the ground and rushing into his bandits.

This set of movements is smooth and flowing, extremely fast.

Yang Zheng had preconceived ideas and was deceived by his pretended cowardice.

Yang Tiejian sneered triumphantly, and shouted at the bandits beside him, "Rush out, and you will have revenge for this in the future!"

"This thief is treacherous. If he escapes today, he will surely bring disaster to Zhongzhou in the future!" the Du family's envoy shouted.

The war horse seemed extremely clumsy in the Wubao, and it was inconvenient to hold a spear, so Yang Zheng simply dismounted and abandoned the spear, and drew out the Hualing sword.

Although the body of the sword is incomplete, its sharpness remains unchanged.

"Come out and die!" Yang Zheng was a little annoyed by this fellow.

He and Qi Jiantou are completely different, and they don't know how they got together.

(End of this chapter)