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Chapter 80 The Wolves
"Captain!" Several people's faces turned red.

Yang Zheng grinned with Hua Jingjian in his hand, showing his sharp white teeth, and his eyes were full of murderous intent, "Could it be that you still have objections?"

To be kind when you should not be kind is to be cruel to yourself.

War has always been all-consuming.

Even if a few people had objections, they could only swallow them now, and the veterans of the military guards still brought them to Yang Zheng's side.

"As long as you survive today, you will be my Yang Zheng's life and death brothers in the future!" Yang Zheng shouted at the Qiang crowd.

Since the Han Dynasty, the Qiang people have been discriminated against and oppressed by the Central Plains dynasty, but anyone who treats the Qiang people a little bit kindly will also get the support of the Qiang people.

Bian Zhang, Han Sui, Ma Teng, Dong Zhuo...

And there are absolutely not many people who regard the Qiang people as brothers.

This era is the era when the aristocratic clans are flourishing. They even look down on ordinary Han people, so how can they look down on the barbarians in the border areas?
Yang Zheng thought they didn't hear clearly, so he yelled again, "As long as you survive today, you will be my life and death brothers, Yang Zheng!"

As if in an instant, the bloodiness of the Qiang people was activated, and they roared hysterically: "Fight to the death! Fight to the death!"

Qiang Chief's eyes suddenly became a little complicated.

Yang Zheng couldn't control what they were thinking, so he got off his horse and left Yin Chun, Zhou Fang, and Yuan Xiao, three village chiefs, to cultivate their horsepower as backup.

He took a hundred soldiers and seven Qiang chieftains and strode northward, heading straight for the camp of the Shu army.

The Qiang people were extremely excited, and they let out roars like howling wolves, which were transmitted in the billowing smoke, echoed in the green mountains and green waters, and gradually became agitated on the bloody battlefield.

Like an old horn.

There is a touch of desolation in the setting sun.

There is no difference between Qiang people and Han people in Yang Zheng's heart at this moment.

Some people picked up broken spears, broken knives, and broken armor on the ground, and put them on their bodies.

War is always morale first.

No matter how powerful the opponent is, as long as he dares to show his sword, he still has a chance to win.

With the help of the smoke, the Shu army was not aware of reality.

Yang Zheng swung his army to storm the rear of the Shu army.

The bravery of the Qiang people was fully displayed, and each of them, like a mad tiger, leaped into the ranks of the Shu army with broken spears and knives.

Even if you are pierced into a sieve by a spear, you must strive forward and throw out the weapon in your hand at the last moment of your life.

Yang Zheng was also infected by this heroism.

The blood in my heart was boiling, and then it was burning.

"Kill!" He yelled, holding the Hualing sword and crashing into the spear array, with more than a hundred guards around him tightly guarding the left and right, resisting countless stabbing spear points and blades.

Any array or impromptu command is useless, only bravery is the best command.

Only in a chaotic war can the strengths of the Qiang people's bravery be fully utilized.

Wherever the sword shines, everything will be cut.

At this time, Yang Zheng's selflessness, non-self, and selflessness have completely merged into the killing.

All the hidden swordsmanship instincts in the body were released.

Come like a thunderbolt to collect anger, stop like a Jianghai condensing clear light!
Blood light flooded everything in front of his eyes.

Shouts, screams, and the neighing of war horses passed by my ears like a gust of wind.

In the smog and twilight, Yang Zheng couldn't see clearly ahead, and everything seemed unreal.

Only killing is the most real.

Only killing can break a way upward.

Just when Yang Zheng thought the killing would last forever, the rapid sound of horseshoes woke him up from his nightmare.

The heavy sound of hooves seemed to crush the ground!

The Jingqi of the Shu Army finally launched.

From north to south, it was like a bolt of lightning striking behind the Qiang people.

The wailing of the Qiang people suddenly sounded one after another in the twilight.

Some were hung on spears, others were trampled under iron hooves.

The war horses of the Shu army are high-spirited and strong. At first glance, they look like excellent Liangzhou horses. The impact created by more than a thousand cavalry is like a torrent.

But the Qiang people were also aroused bloody.

Someone hugged the hoof of the horse, someone raised a broken spear and knife, and bravely ran into the cavalry...

Then both Shuqi and Shuqi turned into a pool of blood mist.

Yang Zheng's heart was bleeding, and a huge sense of powerlessness spread in his chest.

No matter how many times he swung the Hualing sword, the Shu army could not stop killing them.

"General!" The sound of horseshoes in the rear was loud, and Yin Chun and Zhou Fang rushed up with the cavalry.

Their arrival immediately attracted Shuqi's attention.

The two sides looked at each other like old enemies.

Immediately, half of the cavalry from the Shu cavalry rushed to their own side.

Yang Zheng felt a chill in his heart. He stayed behind them. His original intention was to preserve some strength.

However, the fierce fighting of the cavalry of the Shu army made them unable to hold back anymore.

In such a chaotic battlefield, it is by no means easy to judge the situation clearly.

The cavalry on both sides quickly approached.

Using light cavalry to attack the opponent's heavy cavalry head-on, the result can be imagined.

Yang Zheng's heart rose to his throat.

However, the next change made Yang Zheng feel relieved, and the cavalry suddenly turned around, drawing an arc on the battlefield, and rushing into the night and smoke to the east.

This move is extremely beautiful, more flexible than Yang Zheng's command, like a cunning fox that appears and disappears in the night.

Wuwei Ying deserves to be a veteran in fighting on the battlefield, and Yin Chun and Zhou Fang are also worthy of entrusting important responsibilities.

The cavalry of the Shu army was condescending and had a great charge. They were far less flexible than Qingqi.

After going to the five hundred heavy cavalry, the situation on the battlefield changed drastically.

The Qiang people rose up again and tried their best to cut down the Shu army's infantry.

In the east, where the cavalry had already passed, there were bursts of screams.

If during the day, it is beneficial to the densely arrayed and well-trained Shu army, then at night, the advantage will gradually turn to the Qiang people.

The howls of wolves kept coming and going, and the Qiang people retreated and advanced like a pack of wolves without forming a formation.

The cruel living environment has already tempered their fighting instincts.

Everyone is a good hunter.

Hunt overwhelmed prey in the dark.

At this time, the raging fire in the north has already been extinguished, only the occasional dark flame "beep", flashed an obscure dark red, and went out in a blink of an eye.

The Shu army's formation continued to shrink, relying on each other.

The cavalry was also useless.

Although heavy cavalry is unstoppable, there are too many restrictions, physical strength, terrain, weather, day and night...

No matter how powerful Jiang Wei was, it was impossible for the heavy cavalry to charge in the dark.

Learning war from war, Yang Zheng couldn't help but think of a mystery in the dragon slaying technique.

A nation or ethnic group that has survived for nearly a thousand years naturally has its unique features.

Yang Zheng also retreated into the night with his own soldiers, and fell on the ground.

Wolves howled in the darkness one after another, it was the voice of the Qiang people echoing each other.

As long as he heard the footsteps around him without howling wolves, Yang Zheng suddenly jumped up and rushed into the formation.

Such a battle is slow but extremely effective.

With a sound of "Peng", a flame ignited before the formation.

But the flames also betrayed their position.

In the darkness, countless broken spears and knives flew towards their heads...

More than a hundred Shu soldiers fell on the spot.

Then there were shadows of people from all directions, and they attacked in groups...

The gleam of fire disappeared in the night in the blink of an eye.

Gradually, the Shu army couldn't hold on anymore.

They are upright warriors, not wolves in the dark.

"Assemble the armies, head south to the sound of drums!"

The voices of Shu people also came from the darkness.

The majestic drums sounded, followed by the sound of dense footsteps.

All the armies gathered and headed south according to the sound of drums. Is this going to retreat?
Great joy surged in Yang Zheng's heart.

The sound of drums and footsteps gradually overwhelmed the howling of wolves from the Qiang people.

The dense array also made the sneak attack of the Qiang people ineffective.

"The people of Shu are defeated, and they can take advantage of the situation to chase them down!" Several Qiang chieftains became interested again.

During the battle just now, Yang Zheng didn't forget that they were always hiding behind.

Only Jiang Faye can be trusted.

Only the low-level Qiang people can be regarded as life and death brothers.

The existence of these people will always be one of the unstable factors.

Without them, it would be impossible for the Qiang people to unite by their side!

The turmoil of the Qiang people for hundreds of years was not instigated by ambitious people?
An uncontrollable evil thought rose in Yang Zheng's heart, "Okay!"

So he took the people south.

Seeing that they were approaching the Shu army, several Qiang chieftains retreated to the back again. Yang Zheng did not let them go this time, and said sharply: "The armies fought bloody battles, and there were countless casualties. You enjoy wealth and honor on weekdays, how can you fall behind today?"

If it was normal, Yang Zheng would definitely not be able to say such unfeeling words.

But today the killing was too heavy, and the heart became a sword.

"Why, didn't you hear Captain Ben's words?" Yang Zheng sneered coldly.

Several people looked at each other in blank dismay, and one of them said: "Does the captain want to kill them all?"

This man is not stupid.

At this moment, they are fish and meat, and Yang Zheng is Daozu.

"No, I'm giving you a chance! Brothers of life and death, how can you not see life and death? Those who advance live, those who retreat die, this is a military order!"

Several people were shocked, but because of the influence of Yang Zheng's benevolent appearance a few days ago, they all couldn't believe it and remained motionless.

If the opportunity is given, if you don't cherish it, then you can't blame yourself for being cruel.

In fact, as long as they drew their swords and stepped forward bravely, Yang Zheng would stop them.

Bloody people are not difficult to get along with.

And people who are struggling are always a hidden danger.

You can't always let others go forward and work hard, they will enjoy the fruits of victory in the back, right?
Waited for a few more breaths, but still no one moved.

Yang Zheng's patience reached the limit, "Cut!"

With an order, the soldiers did not hesitate.Slashing with knives, those people screamed and turned into a pile of meat.

There are a few more dead souls in the night.

Yang Zheng's kindness is true, but it depends on when and who the target is.

The Shu army surrounded and went south.

Yang Zheng has been fighting for almost a day, and he is already exhausted, and he will not get any benefits from chasing him.

If the sky is bright and you can't retreat even if you want to, it's better to take a rest and watch the future change.

In fact, it is the most sensible way for the Shu army to retreat at this time.

Even if they survived the dawn, with all the people and horses trapped and heavy casualties, how would they face the encirclement and suppression of the surrounding counties?
There are not only Guo Huai and Xiahouba in Longyou, but also Deng Ai, Hu Fen, Pang Hui and other generals.

There are changes in Longxi, and Liangzhou in the north and Chang'an in the east will certainly not turn a blind eye.

Just like when Marquis Wu made his first Northern Expedition, Zhang He's [-] cavalry rushed to help from Chang'an, broke through the street pavilions, and took the Shu army's back.

Yang Zheng was sleepy, tired and tired, and fell asleep on the battlefield before he knew it.

It felt like he was woken up by the soldiers just as he squinted his eyes, and the sky was already bright.

The Qiang people are scrambling for things on the battlefield.

Jiang Faye, Duan Da, Yin Chun, and Zhou Fang each brought their followers to stand in front of them.

There was a little more worship in his eyes.

Yang Zheng, who was looking at him from the Qiang people, was even more fanatical.

Yang Zheng said it, and he did it.

They survived.

A general who can lead his men to win the war will naturally be admired by the soldiers.

This is more effective than any other means of coaxing.

"Brother!" Yang Zheng patted his chest.

No one will pay attention to the few dead souls who died tragically last night.

They are not important anymore.

Only Jiang Faye thought a little bit, but now he is completely on Yang Zheng's side.

"Brother!" The Qiang people also patted their chests.

Just a simple action and two words completely win them over.

The Shu army in the south has already retreated.

Just as Yang Zheng thought, after this battle, they had no reason to stay.

And Yang Zheng's troops did not have the strength to pursue them.

The fire to the north was completely extinguished.

In late summer, when the trees were lush, it was impossible to keep burning.

Yang Zheng led 1000 people to search through the ashes, trying to find the bodies of Xia Houba or Guo Huai.

However, although the fire yesterday was fierce, it was not as serious as Yang Zheng thought.

There are only eight or nine hundred corpses on the ground. After all, people have grown two legs, so they can escape desperately.

More people were burnt, groaning in Xiahouba's camp in the middle of the river.

However, the casualties have been very large.

Burning and killing in this era, coupled with various inflammations and infections, can easily kill people.

Standing alone in front of Yang Zheng, half of his body was dark, his beard and eyebrows were scorched black, his face had several burns, and his voice was hoarse.

"General?" Yang Zheng couldn't believe it.

Hei Ren laughed loudly, "I'm going to be buried in the sea of ​​fire! Xingyun's defeat of Jiang Wei is a great achievement, and I will definitely ask for credit for you!"

This tone can only be that of Xia Houba.

Yang Zheng was overjoyed that he was still alive.

"General Guo..." Yang Zheng held a certain expectation in his heart.

If Guo Huai died, it would not be so difficult for him.

Xia Houba only had white eyes, "Yesterday Guo Huai only sent the front battalion to attack the camp of the Shu army, and he... was not injured."

(End of this chapter)