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Chapter 523 Standing Sword
Kill across Hedong and enter the Central Plains!
Yang Zheng's heart rose like a raging flame.

However, in the blink of an eye, there was a scream from the ice, and countless figures suddenly fell, as if being swallowed by the Yellow River.

"Little Sima pierced the river!" Meng Guan exclaimed.

The river is densely packed with human figures, at least seven to eight thousand people...

Many people were trapped on the ice halfway, crying loudly towards the opposite bank.

The desolation of the sound is unbearable to hear.

But no matter how miserable it was, no one on the east bank of the river extended a helping hand.

Some jumped straight into the rushing icy water and tried to swim across, only to sink in seconds.

There were also people who stared blankly at the sinking ice and their own bodies...

These are the essence of the Central Plains, for the Sima family to put down the three rebellions in Huainan, to stabilize the country, and to abandon it...

Yang Zheng couldn't help admiring Sima Zhao's cruelty.

There were also some smart people who hurried back and knelt before the horseshoes of the Xiliang cavalry.

Yang Zheng left a thousand cavalry to take in the defeated army, and tried his best to rescue the fallen Wei army.

Continue the pursuit from upstream with other cavalry.

The Yellow River is so big that it is impossible for Sima Zhao to cut through all the ice.

The cavalry crossed the river easily after detouring for less than three or four miles.

In the distance, the defeated army became even more confused after witnessing the tragic situation behind them.

In the past, there were loyal and brave men who stopped the cavalry, but now no one stands in front of the Liangzhou cavalry.

The rising sun is like a long sword piercing the night sky, and dawn has come.

The mountains and rivers east of the river trembled under the horseshoes.

The rout soldiers unconsciously gave way to a road. In front of the road was Sima Zhao's sunken wood and copper-plated carriage. There were more than [-] personal guards on the left and right of the carriage. soldiers.

From Yang Zheng's perspective, the carriage looked like a coffin.

"Sima Zhao must be killed!"

I don't know who among the cavalry roared first, and it quickly aroused a resonance.

The roar shook the mountains and fields.

Sima Zhao's broken coffin swayed even more like a frightened rabbit.

Yang Zheng's heart was thumping wildly. According to this trend, Sima Zhao would not be able to escape without accident!

"Son Yang Zheng, you're going crazy!" A cavalryman from the side charged forward, but it was Cheng Ling who led more than a thousand cavalry to block it.

This is Sima Zhao's last defensive force.

Yang Zheng didn't even bother to raise his eyelids. Speaking of cavalry, who else in this world is the enemy of Liangzhou?

With the determination to die, Cheng Lang led the cavalry to rush forward, "Why should you be afraid of death? To be loyal to Sima Gong is today!"

Before the person arrived, Cheng Ling roared hysterically as if he had lost his mind.

The two groups of cavalry collided and then separated.

Of Cheng Lang's more than 400 cavalry, there are only more than [-] cavalry left. Everyone is wounded, and even Cheng Lang's face has a hideous knife cut, bleeding profusely.

Yang Zheng still didn't look at him directly, and rushed straight to Sima Zhao's "coffin" on the distant mound.

Your Sima family also has today!

Yang Zheng was very relieved that the hatred of his father Yang You, the hatred of his father-in-law Xia Houxuan, and the hatred of Cao Shuang could all be avenged today.

Let these aristocratic families in the Central Plains make chaos if they want to. These grandsons are no longer worthy of being called "scholars".
Only chaos can lead to great governance.

Yang Zheng wished that their dogs would bite dogs.

As long as the Liangzhou iron cavalry is there, the mountains and rivers can be reorganized at any time.

"Son Yang Zheng, don't hurt my lord, fight to the death with me!" Cheng Ling yelled like a mad dog from behind.

In this era, the trilogy is still quite loyal to the general.

"Kill!" Yang Zheng raised his spear and pointed at Sima Zhao's carriage, which was only 500 steps away.

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

The soldiers seemed to have forgotten their fatigue and pain, and only saw the carriage ahead.

Several blocking teams rushed away.

Five hundred steps, four hundred steps...

The distance is further shortened.

Yang Zheng could vaguely see Sima Zhao's head waving to him through the window of the carriage.

Chasing in a hurry, the carriage bumped into something, and suddenly turned over.

The carriage flew out, and the people inside were also thrown out.

The two climbed up, supported each other, limped and struggled up the hill, and only about one thousand of the two thousand soldiers remained.

"Hahaha, isn't that Sima'er? I didn't expect to have today!" Liu Heng laughed wildly.

The eyes of the surrounding generals were all burning.

Take down Sima Zhao, and the world will be settled!
but……

No accidents, there are always some accidents.

Suddenly there was loud drumming and thunderous shouts on the hill, and soldiers poured out from behind the hill. Twenty or thirty Wugang chariots pushed forward, with spears behind, covering the entire hill, with banners flying, and a " The four bright red banners of "Yingchuan Chentai" fluttered in the north wind.

There was also a small flag of "Hedong Wang Zhuo" at the back, but it was automatically ignored by Yang Zheng.

"Chen Tai!" Yang Zheng was taken aback, feeling cold.

When Chen Tai came, Sima Zhao was out of action.

"Bah, why isn't this old thing dead yet?" Liu Heng cursed directly.

There are at least six to seven thousand infantry on the mound, condescending, with Wugang chariots and spears...

A veteran stood in front of the formation holding a sword in one hand and a shield in the other.

Seeing Chen Tai's blood flag and Chen Tai himself, the defeated army immediately picked up the knives and spears on the ground and stood in front of the formation as if they were seeing their biological parents.

Dozens of defeated troops scurry around like headless chickens and are directly picked and killed by spears.

As soon as Chen Tai appeared, the rout was no longer a rout.

The mound is densely packed, full of soldiers.

With the sound of drums, the mood of the soldiers gradually stabilized.

Hundreds of soldiers around Chen Tai looked up to the sky and chanted: "If you abandon your body and the edge of the blade, your life will be safe? Parents don't care, how can you talk about your son and wife! You can't be selfish when you are named a strong man. Donate your body to go to the country. Return!"

In an instant, the entire enemy formation was inexplicably covered with a tragic aura.

The trend of mourning soldiers has become.

Looking at the hedgehog-like hills, Yang Zheng had no choice but to slow down and stop the horse.

The cavalry slowly stopped like a long whip sweeping across.

After all, God still prefers Sima's family, Sima Zhao ignored Chen Tai, but Chen Tai gave up his life, as if he got out of a crack in the ground, and wanted to save Sima Zhao's life.

"Sima Zhao has been defeated, how about Mr. Chen and I help the Cao family together?" Yang Zheng stepped forward with the attitude of a winner.

The soldiers on the mound have no bows and arrows, and there are nearly a thousand personal guards around them, so they can be unscrupulous.

The Wei army soldiers looked at Yang Zheng with deep fear in their eyes, as if they were looking up at a bloodthirsty demon god.

On the contrary, Yang Zheng hoped that Chen Tai could lead his army down and fight to the death.

But looking back at the soldiers around him, the morale was high, but he couldn't hide the exhaustion on his face.

Chen Tai is not Sima Zhao, he is as stable as an old dog, "Kuang Fu Cao? Yang Zheng, you are Dong Zhuo and Ma Chao in this world. If you enter Luoyang, the world will be in chaos and the people will be ruined?"

"That's why I need Chen Gong to assist me." Yang Zheng's face was already as thick as a city wall, and Chen Tai's scolding was not bad.

Chen Tai let out a long sigh, "Back then, I was sympathetic for a while and stood still, which caused the world to suffer such a great disaster. I am ashamed of the Xiangguo, but you can always defeat the Xiangguo once, the second time and the third time? As long as the Kanto gentry don't tolerate you, you will never enter the Central Plains." !"

Yang Zheng sneered, "If I can defeat Sima Zhao for the first time, I will be able to defeat Sima Zhao for the second or third time, until there is no one left in Sima's family!"

This is by no means a lie.

Feng Yi's first battle has established the military and psychological advantages of the Liang army.

Sima Zhao's 16 troops were completely defeated, let alone the next time?

"You..." Chen Tai didn't know how to refute for a moment.

"As for the Kanto gentry." The sneer on Yang Zheng's face became more flamboyant and sharper, "It's not that they tolerate me, but that I will tolerate them in the future! I, Yang Zheng, will win the Central Plains and step into Luoyang in my lifetime!"

Yang Zheng drew out the long sword from his waist and threw it viciously on the ground.

A ray of morning sun shone on it, bringing a ray of cold light.

Many years later, this mound was called Lijianqiu by the world.

(End of this chapter)