Yang Zheng couldn't bear to listen anymore, and he didn't know how Zhong Hui could bear it.

Sure enough, in the white mist, the wind howled sharply.

Dozens of cannon stones rushed out of the white mist and hit Liu Heng.

Liu Heng and the drummers threw away the gongs and drums and ran away, but three of them were still beaten into a pulp.

"If Zhong Hui puts a trebuchet on the ship to lure our army to attack first, our army will suffer heavy casualties," Pang Qing said.

It was obvious that there was a trebuchet on the ship hidden in the white mist.

"Order, everyone will obey, and each tribe will be the vanguard to attack the camp in the north of Mianshui!" Yang Zheng's eyes flashed with cold light.

It's time to use the emperor's technique.

Among the soldiers who just invited to fight, several were government soldiers.

This time Pang Qing didn't say anything.

After the military order was passed, Yi Cong and his troops formed several small formations and fought toward the northern camp.

Before he even got close, rocks were flying all over the sky and arrows were raining down.

Screams resounded on both sides of the strait, and several powerful chiefs turned around and ran away with their followers.

Yang Zheng waved his hand, and not long after, more than a hundred people were beheaded one by one in front of the formation.

The three armies were shaken up.

The look he looked at Yang Zheng was filled with fear again.

Prestige, prestige, prestige first and then credibility.

Human nature tends to bully the weak and fear the strong, especially in Liangzhou. It was impossible for Yang Zheng to let the arrogant generals of the late Tang Dynasty appear in advance.

The horn sounded one after another.

To the north, there was a roar of people and billowing smoke, as if there were thousands of troops.

Yang Zheng thought it was another one of Zhong Hui's tricks, but when he heard their chants, he realized that Zhang Te was here.

The battlefield situation suddenly became favorable to Yang Zheng.

Because looking from the south to the north, you can't see how many soldiers and horses there are in the smoke and dust.

Zhang Te repaid others in his own way.

On the Mianshui River, the smoke and dust gradually dispersed, revealing more than 200 boats and rafts.

On the largest ship, there was a man dressed in white, with a long sword hanging from his waist.

"Yang Xingyun, Hanzhong is a gift to you. Please come and repay the favor today!"

Hundreds of people on the boat shouted in unison.

Liu Heng, who had just escaped, was confused, "Is Zhong Hui going to run away?"

When the smoke cleared, a fire broke out in Seoul, and the ships were like arrows flying down the river.

Farther away in Lecheng, there are more ships parked in the Han River.

"Report to the lord, the northern and southern camps are all in vain. Hanging sheep and beating drums, only flags and no human beings can be seen!" The scout finally found out the true identity of the enemy.

But it seems it's too late.

Yang Zheng felt like he had been deceived. If Zhang Te had not been transferred back, Zhong Hui might not have escaped.
Chapter completed!