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Chapter 42 Tigers
On the last day left, Yang Zheng tried to find the trace of Linghu Sheng.

He mentioned it in front of Xia Houxuan on the sidelines, but the commander-in-chief of Xia Hou was always busy, so he obviously didn't remember a single messenger.

Tang Fang, Zheng Jun and other people he was familiar with had already returned to Luoyang with Cao Shuang.

In this huge city of Chang'an, Yang Zheng's eyes suddenly turned dark.

And Du Yu also returned to Chang'an after Linghu Sheng left.

After thinking for a while, he decided to let Zhou Yu go back to Luoyang and ask Tang Fang and Zheng Jun.

Arranged properly, bid farewell to Du Yu, and left westward with more than [-] riders the next day.

Long is connected to Hexi in the north, Guanzhong in the east, Hehuang in the west, and Hanzhong in the south. It has been a battleground for military strategists since ancient times.

Didao City, the county seat, is an important node leading to the Western Regions.

It is also an important place for military strategists.

In Guanzhong, there is the Qinling Mountains as a barrier, and the road is difficult.

However, the west foot of Qinling Mountains, Qishan Mountain and Longshan Mountain are not as steep as Qinling Mountains, and it is relatively easy to walk.

That's why there was Zhuge Wuhou's six out of Qishan battle.

Among them, the first threat was the greatest. Zhuge Wuhou took Zhao Yun as a suspicious soldier and went out of Xiegu to pretend to attack Mei County in order to attract the main force of the Wei army. He himself led the main force out of Qishan.

There was a great earthquake in Guanzhong, and You Chu, the prefect of Longxi, defended himself and refused to surrender.

Zhang He led [-] cavalry to rescue Longxi.

Zhuge Liang assigned Ma Di to guard the Jieting, delaying Zhang Yun's reinforcements.

Unexpectedly, Ma Su carelessly lost the street pavilion, and Zhang Yun's reinforcements entered Longyou, directly copying the rear of the Shu army.

Zhuge had to give up the good situation and retreat to Hanzhong.

Since then, the Northern Expedition of the Shu Army has never had such a good situation.

The perennial wars also brought a huge burden to the counties of Longyou. The Han people withered and the land was barren.

The farther west you go, the fewer villages and towns you see. For hundreds of miles in a row, there are no people inhabited, only barren grass.

Occasionally I saw a village, but it was a mixed population of Di and Han.

The Di people farm and speak the same way as the Han people. Even the names are Chinese names, only the clothes are slightly different.

Di and Han get along well and marry each other without any estrangement.

Yang Zheng thought to himself that if there hadn't been the Eight Kings Rebellion, the Di people would have almost integrated into the Han nationality.

Just like the Southern Huns, most of their nobles were learned Confucian scholars.

Since the Eastern Han Dynasty, they have been mercenaries of the Central Plains Dynasty.

Dou Xianbei attacked the Xiongnu with only 3000 elite cavalry out of the chicken and deer fortress, while the Southern Xiongnu dispatched more than 20 cavalry to fight together, and defeated the Northern Xiongnu at Jiluo Mountain. , more than [-] people from various ministries please surrender...

Cao Wei has always been vigilant against the Southern Huns, Wuhuan, and Xianbei. After the death of the Xianbei hero Tan Shihuai, Ke Bineng rose up, with more than [-] people who controlled the strings. He had the tendency to dominate the grassland, but Cao Wei interfered.

Tianyu, the lieutenant of Hukaramaru, Qianzhao, the prefect of Yanmen, and Liang Xi, the governor of Bingzhou, defeated Ke Bineng many times.

Later, Wang Xiong, the governor of Youzhou, sent the warrior Han Long to assassinate, and Xianbei once again had civil strife.

If the Jin dynasty of the Sima family was a little human, the chances of these alien races would be slim.

The Central Plains has an overwhelming advantage over the grasslands.

Bumpy all the way, arrived at Didao City just before the heavy snow.

After checking the documents, Yang Zheng brought Zhang Te, Du Bin and others to meet Xia Houba.

The tunnel city is certainly not as good as Chang'an.

There are few people in the city, most of whom are military households.

The only decent buildings are government offices, with a rough style, hacked with knives and axes, without too much carving, not like the elegance of Chang'an at all.

Yang Zheng was led into Xiahou Mansion by his servants, and when he came to a wooden pavilion, he could only hear the sound of weapons clashing in the pavilion, as if someone was fighting.

The servants reported for a while, but no one came out to say hello.

Yang Zheng couldn't help but feel a little drummed in his heart. Could it be that this is a blow to the horse?
Du Yu said that Xia Houba had a bold personality, but he didn't know whether it was true or false.

The cold new wind blows down from the sky like a knife and pours into the wooden pavilion, no matter how many clothes you wear, you can't resist it.

Du Bin's legs were shaking, and the others couldn't stand it.

But here and now, no matter how hard it is, they can only endure in silence.

The blind date also tells a first impression, and it is natural to meet the immediate boss.

Suddenly there was a rapid clash of gold and iron in the pavilion, followed by the sound of people falling on the wooden board.

"Trash, after such a long time, I haven't made any progress at all. Ten army sticks per person!"

There was a roar of a person in the pavilion, as if a tiger was hiding inside.

The door of the pavilion opened, and four or five strong men in short shirts came out with bruised noses and swollen faces.

"Enter!"

Before I could think about it, there was another sound from inside.

Yang Zheng didn't dare to delay, so he stepped in through the door.

The light in the cabinet is dim.

His eyes were still getting used to it, but suddenly he heard the shrill sound of breaking wind coming from his left ear.

Yang Zheng was shocked, if he hit this time, wouldn't his brains be blown out?

No matter what the other party means, hurry up and roll a donkey.

With a sound of "Peng", sawdust flew around.

A hole was smashed in the wooden floor. Yang Zheng got up and saw a tall and strong man in front of him, holding an iron rod, staring at him.

"Captain of the Wuwei Battalion..."

"Don't talk more!"

An object was thrown in front of him, Yang Zheng caught it, it was also an iron rod, quite heavy.

The man said "Hey" and hit his head with a stick.

Yang Zheng raised his stick to parry.

A cloud of sparks burst out in the darkness.

A huge force came from the tiger's mouth, his arms went numb, and he retreated seven or eight steps, almost unable to hold the iron rod.

Yang Zheng was depressed and annoyed.

The more a warrior's nature is submissive, the more the opponent looks down on him.

The Northwest is no better than Chang'an, they have no real ability, and they will not be valued by Xia Houba even if they think about it.

Thinking of this, I stopped being polite.

Holding the iron rod tightly with both hands, he held his breath and stared at the person in front of him.

Approval flashed in the man's eyes, he pointed at Yang Zheng with one hand, and beckoned provocatively.

Yang Zheng charged forward with an iron rod.

He has never slacked off these days, and his physical strength, arm strength, and martial arts have all improved.

Moreover, this kind of iron rod sparring does not require many moves, just a strong force.

Yang Zheng swung his stick out, and the wind howled sharply.

There was another explosion, sparks splashed everywhere, Yang Zheng took three steps back, and the other party also took a step back.

"Okay!" The man laughed loudly, "Come again!"

The two of them smashed together in the wooden pavilion, sawdust flying around.

It was Yang Zheng's first time confronting the enemy with an iron rod, so he was naturally at a disadvantage, but when he struck out with the rod, he could barely resist the opponent with his fierce punches.

Of course, the most important thing was that the other party became more relaxed the later they got, which made Yang Zheng support him for so long.

After dozens of rounds, the opponent hit Yang Zheng with one blow.

Yang Zheng endured the soreness in his arm and stood up again.

"Fighting is good." The opponent threw the iron rod on the ground, and a few servants ran out from the back hall immediately, and lit the lights.

In fact, this kind of competition is not fair. Yang Zheng was tired all the way, and he used an inappropriate weapon, and he was still in the opponent's home court.

It might be better if you use a knife.

Of course, the opponent didn't try his best.

"Yang Zheng pays homage to General You!" Yang Zheng half-kneeled on the ground, panting heavily.

It is certainly not an ordinary person for the other party to have such an aura.

"You are Yang Zheng?" At this time, Xia Houba was in his prime, with a majestic appearance, a broad forehead and short beard, and two wisps of northwest wind and frost stained his temples.

"This subordinate is right."

"That's right, Taichu finally sent a useful person." Xia Houba opened his eyes slightly, "I heard that you are the son of Yang You!"

Yang Zheng was startled, "The general knows my father?"

Xia Houba showed nostalgia on his face, "Your father..."

Yang Zheng listened intently, but unexpectedly a person rushed in from outside the hall, "Report to the general, why are you hungry and gather more than a hundred people to make trouble in the city?"

(End of this chapter)