contend

Chapter 452
Pang Hui rushed halfway, when he heard a loud roar from the top of the dirt hill.

At his age, he could be Liu Heng's father, but he was called a child. Pang Hui was furious, but when he looked up, he saw black cavalry pouring down the hillside like a mountain torrent. Daze.

After more than a month of small-scale entanglement, both sides knew their respective strengths clearly.

Pang Hui is 45 this year and has passed his peak period.

On at least two occasions, Pang Hui was almost killed by Liu Heng's mace.

Once he was rescued by Wen Yang, and once the soldiers around him died for him.

Now seeing a mace in the cavalry group, I felt a little guilty.

Not only was he guilty, but the cavalry around him were even more guilty. Unknowingly, the speed of the horse slowed down.

The Wenyang Department on the right wing did not hesitate at all, and the war horse neighed and jumped past them, head-on hitting the blue-black iron flow magma.

The moment the two cavalry came into contact, clusters of bright red blood burst out.

Liu Heng and Meng Guan were condescending, and Wen Yang went from bottom to top. A long spear turned into a little bit of cold light, and the shot was extremely fast. A Liangzhou Jingqi who came to charge felt a gust of wind passing by, and felt a chill in his throat. Liang ran a few steps, and blood gushed from his neck.

Among the billowing black armor, the silver armor was extremely conspicuous, and the claret horse under the crotch was covered in blood, and it galloped like a flame rising.

Hundreds of cavalry surrounded and killed him, and the cavalry around Wen Yang were quickly dispersed, leaving only a hundred cavalry guards.

But Wenyang is like a banner that will never fall down, rushing back and forth on the hillside, and the long lance turns into a little silver light, like falling flowers under the autumn wind, within ten steps, either death or injury.

No matter how many cavalrymen rushed towards him, they could always find a breakthrough and break out of the encirclement. Although he was wounded, it aroused his fierceness even more.

Before Yang Zheng could nod his head, Wen Yang rushed up from the northeast hillside as if he had found his target, before the long spear, blood and flesh splattered.

Pang Hui and other cavalrymen were stopped by Liu Heng and dispersed.

Only Wenyang is like a darling on the battlefield, coming and going freely, all the siege is useless to him.

Its battlefield intuition is extremely keen, and it can avoid the siege of spear infantry first, and find gaps in the chaotic army.

From east to west, from south to north, the tiger leaps and the dragon soars, and the sky flies.

The silver armor on his body gradually turned blood red, as if a ball of flames swept across the battlefield.

Leaving behind Liu Heng who was chasing him.

Liu Heng was carrying a mace, and with his own weight, he was far less flexible than Wen Yang.

After chasing for a while, it didn't work, so he just threw Wenyang away, cursed and led more than a thousand fine riders to find Panghui's bad luck.

Without the pursuit from behind, Wen Yang was like a bloodthirsty tiger, staring fiercely at Yang Zheng, who was more than a hundred steps away.

The moment their eyes made contact, Yang Zheng couldn't help but feel a chill on the soles of his feet even though he had experienced many battles.

"This man is so brave, why not shoot him!" Pang Qing suggested.

"Everyone in the world says that Wen Yang has the courage of a million men. I saw you today, and it is true. Unfortunately, I can't use it!" Yang Zheng waved his hand, and two hundred guards with crossbows lined up in front of the formation.

When the two armies are fighting, you will die and you will die. If Yang Zheng has the slightest hesitation, Wen Yang will kill him in front of him.

On the battlefield under the earth mountain, the battle was in full swing, the enemy and us were strangled together in formation, and the spears with more than two feet were intertwined, stabbing each other repeatedly.

The Liangzhou army not only has elite cavalry, but also has the best pike infantry in the world.

In addition, Wang Ji's [-]-step cavalry is already at a weak force, and has been caught in a three-sided attack.

"Yang Xingyun, die!"

There was a loud hiss of the war horse, and Wen Yang rushed forward like a mad tiger.

Yang Zheng didn't want to show mercy to him, and he also wanted to behead Yang Zheng.

But this "Yang Xingyun" also seemed to show that Wen Yang still had some respect for him.

If it's Pang Hui, it's either Yang'er or Yang thief.

Yang Zheng stood up with the sword, the more he felt the threat, the more the blood in his chest was surging, he shouted: "Come on!"

The long sword was unsheathed, like a swimming pool of autumn water.

More than 200 bows and crossbows were fired at the sound, and there was no way to dodge at a distance of fifty steps.

The war horse raised its head to the sky and screamed, but the three horsemen stood in front of Wen Yang and were shot into hedgehogs.

Of the hundred or so riders, only thirty or forty were left, and each of them had feather arrows stuck in their bodies, as if Wen Qin, who was running, had also been shot in the shoulder by an arrow.

Even in such a situation, he didn't back down, nor was he saddened by the death of Pao Ze, he only had Yang Zheng in his eyes.

call-

The war horse jumped up, stepped heavily into the hands of the bow and crossbow, held down the long lance, pulled out the steel whip, and swiped left and right, the armor and bones shattered together.

The cavalry around Wen Yang were also hacked to pieces by the soldiers.

Only Liu Qi rode out in blood.

Wenyang is still alive and well.

Yang Zheng sighed secretly, and a series of fierce people in history popped up in his mind.

The bravery of feathers is unique throughout the ages.

Feather and fly are all enemies!
Wenyang is getting closer and closer, twenty steps, fifteen steps, ten steps...

On the top of the earth hill is a flat land, which is used to place bed crossbows and catapults.

Now Yang Zheng doesn't have the advantage of being condescending.

Wen Yang rushed forward like a desperate rider, smashing through the defense of the soldiers, and opened a way for Wen Yang to Yang Zheng with his life.

Pang Qing held up the shield, trying to block Yang Zheng.

Wen Yang used the horsepower to move forward, and Pang Qing's shield was thrown away, and he was knocked into the air, and he stabbed a soldier to death.

However, this also delayed Wen Yang's momentum.

The long lance's cold light came straight to Yang Zheng's door, and the howling sound of breaking wind was like a hundred ghosts crying.

Ordinary people probably didn't dare to move, closed their eyes and waited for death.

Like a field frog meeting its natural enemy, a snake, it forgets even its instinct to sneak away.

But Yang Zheng was also killed from the mountain of corpses and the sea of ​​blood, and he came to today by stepping on natural enemies one by one.

Everything that can't kill him, and everything that he kills, makes him stronger.

This kind of strength is not only physical and powerful, but also spiritual.

Once the hero draws his sword, the situation is turbulent for fourteen years!

"Duh!" Yang Zheng roared, using all his 14 years of strength, he swung his sword out and slashed at Wen Yang who was rushing towards him.

This loud roar seemed to pass through the battlefield, suppressing the chaotic battlefield.

All eyes were on the mountain, at that rider and that person!
In Yang Zheng's eyes, everything became extremely slow.

All he could hear was his own breathing, and all he could see were Wen Yang's sharp sword-like eyes...

Then, a huge force came along the left chest, and a few sparks appeared on the shoulder armor. It was the deviated long lance piercing the cold forged armor.

At the same time, the long sword that deviated also cut off the head of the horse that was running wildly, and Wen Yang fell to the north with both the man and the horse.

Douhou and Changqiang were scattered everywhere, with their messy hair flying in the strong wind, and steel whips in their hands.

There is only one chance.

More than a hundred soldiers guarded Yang Zheng who fell to the ground, with spears and big shields, like a hedgehog and an iron wall.

Hundreds of soldiers surrounded Wenyang and left.

Wen Yang held a galloping horse behind his back, took a deep look at Yang Zheng who was being protected by his own soldiers, and rushed down the northern hillside where the troops were empty.

Feather Arrow landed behind him, as if it would never catch up with his footsteps.

Occasionally, a few of them ran towards his vest, but they seemed to have eyes on their backs, and with a backhand whip, they swept away the feather arrows.

"General! General!"

Several voices around him shouted, and Yang Zheng regained his breath and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. If it wasn't for the fine armor on his body, even if he didn't get stabbed to death by Wen Yang's long spear this time, he would have broken a few bones .

"Have you caught Wenyang?"

Everyone shook their heads.

Yang Zheng secretly sighed, he paid such a high price to let him run away, now he can understand Sima Shi's mood at that time.

Sima Shi's [-] troops didn't leave him behind, and it's still the same now!
"Stop him!" If this person can't be used by him, he should kill him as soon as possible, otherwise he will be in big trouble in the future.

Guan Yu beheaded Yan Liang in the crowd, allowing Cao Cao to confront Yuan Shao in the Battle of Guandu.

Zhang Liao beheaded, Wuhuan disappeared from then on, and the next [-] infantry defeated Sun Quan's [-] army...

A single general can turn the tide of war.

They ignored the number of troops, the strength of forces, and even the rules of the battlefield. They were invincible and invincible!
Pang Qing got up with a mouth full of blood, and was about to entangle the cavalry to chase and kill Wenyang. Three scouts rushed from the south, "report to the general, Wang Ji led [-] main forces to cross the Bashui secretly, bypass Longshouyuan, and defeat the horses." Follow the general and attack the southern encirclement fiercely, the [-] troops of Lu Fan in the middle of Chang'an City took advantage of the situation and rushed out, General Zhang fell into a bitter battle."

Bypassing Longshouyuan means bypassing Mengyu.

"Wang Ji moved?" Yang Zheng rubbed his forehead.

Wang Ji personally led the army to attack the Jiacheng in the south, it was not a test, but a general attack!

This is also his consistent style, actively attacking and courageously attacking.

Yang Zheng glanced at Wen Yang who was fleeing north, feeling unwilling, but helpless, Sima Division's [-] cavalry chased him down, but they didn't keep him. If he got more than a hundred cavalry, he probably lost troops.

Send thousands of people to chase...

The frontal battlefield collapsed.

This kind of person is like a god on the battlefield.

If you have such a great general under your command, why do you still play with deep trenches and high forts and build sandwiched cities?Just push it straight over.

But Yang Zheng was also fortunate that the Sima family couldn't really trust him.

"Don't worry about Wenyang, let me eat the [-]-step rider to the east first!" Yang Zheng didn't panic.

There is Zhang Te in Jiacheng, and he only needs to guard for an hour, and wait until he eats the [-] pacers on the east battlefield, and then he will look back, cut off the Bashui, and leave Wang Ji behind!

In a word, you hit yours, I hit mine, see who moves faster.

"Beat the drums and sing the horns!" Yang Zheng stepped on the black feathers and raised the spear, and when he reappeared under the teeth, there were cheers one after another on the battlefield.

"Wan Sheng! Wan Sheng!"

The morale of the Liangzhou army suddenly rose.

Only with a master of heroes can there be soldiers of heroes!
The person who no one wants to follow is a cowardly bear.

This is especially true for Yongliang. This land, this era, and even this world need a hero!
We need this hero to lead them out of the depression since the end of Han Dynasty!

The autumn wind is gradually bleak, rushing from the ice fields, deserts, and grasslands head-on, and the heroic spirit of gold and iron horses penetrates into the chest.

Suddenly, Yang Zheng was vaguely aware of his mission.

More than a thousand cavalry stepped on their horses, looking at their generals and their princes frantically.

The sound of war drums and horns sounded behind him, injecting a heavy sense of epic into the world, making Yang Zheng feel as if he was on the eve of a new era.

(End of this chapter)