Moreover, based on the situation just now, as long as he dares to say "no", Pang Hui will definitely cut off his head without mercy.

You want to hug your thigh, but my thigh wants to trample you to death...

I couldn't help but regret in my heart. If I had known that Pang would become ruthless, it would be better to escape into the mountains alone.

"General." Linghu Sheng reminded in a low voice.

Yang Zheng cleverly put aside the countless thoughts in his mind and concentrated on facing the situation in front of him.

Looking back, I saw a determined face.

After spending these days together, Yang Zheng has won their respect.

The Shu army was already a hundred steps away.

Yang Zheng led everyone closer among the grass and shrubs.

The Shu army was very vigilant. There were constant cavalry patrols in front and behind, and they were discovered when they were fifty steps away.

Yang Zheng jumped up and said, "Kill!"

"Kill!" Wuweiying jumped up and roared towards the enemy.

The Shu army responded quickly, setting up their spears and bending their bows to nock arrows.

The arrows are like rain.

The muffled sound of arrows being hit kept coming from around me.

"Kill!" Yang Zheng also roared.

When people are forced into desperate situations, they become crazy.

The few soldiers who were hit by arrows roared and rushed forward as long as they didn't fall down.

The momentum is like a crazy tiger, moving forward inexorably.

Eighty-seven people seemed to have turned into eight hundred people, eight thousand people...

The Shu army was well-trained, but the civilians who were protected in the formation were greatly frightened and fled in all directions, causing the Shu army's formation to become slightly chaotic.

"Opportunity!" Yang Zheng's eyes lit up, he cut away the spear that was thrust at him, dodged the two spears that were thrust at an angle, and ran sideways into the enemy's formation.

He almost instinctively swung his sword, causing bursts of blood and screams around him.

Yang Zheng may not be able to fight alone, but on the battlefield, this kind of wide-opening and wide-closing sword technique is quite effective.

Linghu Sheng followed him step by step.

The two of them worked together to create a gap.

Everyone in the Wuwei camp was a warrior who had been bleeding for many years, so they rushed in.

Once they get close, the Shu army's spears become a liability.

The sword at the head of the ring is light and sharp, moving forward in any direction.

At this time, the bravery of the Wuwei camp was fully demonstrated. One person could fight three Shu troops. Four or five people formed a line and cooperated with each other. The more than twenty Shu troops could not get close.

The more injured they are, the more ferocious they are stimulated.

As long as you don't fall down, just slash forward with all your strength...

However, the Shu army also fought to the death and refused to retreat.

Soldiers with swords and shields squeezed from the east and west, and more than thirty cavalrymen rushed from the outside.

Yang Zheng felt that everything in front of him turned to blood.

He was stabbed twice on his body. Although his vital parts were not injured, the wound kept bleeding.

Linghu Sheng was also covered in blood, whether it was the enemy's or his own.

Yang Zheng suddenly looked back and found that there were only about forty people standing.

Someone was hung on the spear of the Shu army cavalry.

Someone was cut into pieces by sword and shield hands.

Someone was trampled into a pool of bloody mud...

The fighting has been going on for almost half an hour, and the Shu army has been mobilized. The civilians and soldiers are clashing with each other, and chaos has emerged.

But on the hills to the east, there was no movement at all...

Will Pang give up on himself?

Yang Zheng was like falling into an ice cave.

Everyone was surrounded in Gaixin, back to back.

The Shu army was in chaos with spears and stabs.

More than forty people turned into thirty, twenty, ten...

Yang Zheng's face was stained with blood, and he thought that he would be buried here today, and he was extremely unwilling to do so. He had never thought about becoming rich and powerful in this troubled world, he just wanted to live and keep living.

Simple wishes turned into extravagant hopes.

The depression in his heart rushed to his mouth and he shouted: "Pang Hui——"

The sound echoed in the valley.

Pang Hui——

Pang Hui——

"hold head high--"

Suddenly there was a loud neighing sound from the hills to the east.

The man on the horse stood up. The man on the horse had black armor and green silk ribbons, like a divine general above the nine heavens. The long sword in his hand was like a scorching sun. When the long sword was swung down, smoke and dust were erupted, and the vegetation and trees shook.

"kill!"

The shouts of killing echoed back and forth in the valley, as if there were thousands of troops behind the hills.

The Shu army all looked east in surprise, forgetting the fighting in front of them.

Even Yang Zheng was stunned.

Pang Hui's appearance was so shocking, it was like divine help.

It can be seen that, as a lieutenant general, he did not rely solely on his father's protection.

"Kill!" Pang Hui rode his horse and jumped down from the hill. Behind him were more than a hundred soldiers, like divine swords falling from the sky.

Dozens of brave Shu troops stood with their spears in front.

But in an instant they were overwhelmed by the angry Wei army.

Whether it is the Yongliang Army, the Wuwei Camp, or the Zhongba Zhonglian, they are all strong armies that have been fighting for decades.

The people were running around, and fear spread.

Pang Hui took the lead, waved his sword in his hand, and with the condescending momentum of his horse, two Shu soldiers' heads flew up.

The Wei army divided into two groups, one in front and one behind, outflanking them, like a blood basin opening, trying to swallow up the Shu army.

Finally, the Shu army collapsed, threw down their weapons, and fled south.

Even if some brave people stick to their positions, they cannot save the defeat.

Yang Zheng sat down on the ground, breathing heavily, sweat mixed with blood dripping down.
Chapter completed!