The battlefield situation is changing rapidly.

As soon as Linghu Sheng finished speaking, someone retreated faster than them.

The east face will let go of the mountain road and lead the army to retreat north.

In this way, it is equivalent to selling all the rear troops.

The retreating Wei army was cut off in the middle.

Yang Zheng's glimmer of hope was gone, and he immediately fell into a dangerous situation of being attacked from both sides.

People on the battlefield screamed.

Yang Zheng suddenly remembered his military career in his previous life, and he could always trust his comrades behind him.

I remember one flood rescue operation. Everyone rushed into the flood hand in hand, blocking the rapids with their bodies and buying time for the comrades behind them to build embankments. No one retreated and no one was timid.

And what kind of world is this?

Not only must we guard against the enemy in front, we must also guard against the enemy behind us.

It is difficult to truly trust each other.

The Wei army was fully capable of counterattack, but they only focused on escaping for their lives.

It can completely block the invasion of the Shu army and allow more people to return to Guanzhong alive, but the people are divided and allowed to be hacked and killed by the enemy.

In the blink of an eye, he was in a desperate situation.

There were probably more than 10,000 Wei troops trapped behind.

Seeing that the mountain pass was two or three miles ahead, the way to survive was cut off.

If Cao Shuang was more reliable and ordered an army to come back for reinforcements, he would still have room for rescue.

But Yang Zheng does not hold out such hope.

It is better to rely on yourself than to rely on others.

The scene became chaotic again, and the Shu army was still encircling. Yang Zheng shouted: "Charge over!"

Now that things have come to this, we can only use chaos and chaos to carve out a bloody path.

"Follow the general!" Linghu Sheng followed closely.

Soon all the armies followed.

Yang Zheng took the lead and finally inspired the Wei army's fighting spirit.

"kill!"

Everyone knows that the final moment has come.

Having their way of life cut off only made the soldiers want to die.

The battlefield instantly boiled into excitement.

The soldiers were like ants fighting for their lives for a slim chance of survival.

A few feather arrows flew close to the face, and a few spears stabbed at the chest and the door...

Yang Zheng numbly waved the Huaqing sword. The sword edge passed by, the spear broke, the armor was broken, and flesh and blood were separated...

The killing seemed to be endless.

"Hey!" he yelled, and then, a long spear stabbed at him like a poisonous snake.

The sharp wind blew against his face, and Yang Zheng suddenly woke up, his body instinctively dodging.

However, the long branch followed him like a shadow, and with a "stab" sound, it fell from his pocket. Yang Zheng's hair was flying, and he took six or seven steps back before stopping the momentum of the long branch.

Breaking out in a cold sweat, he looked up and saw a Shu general with a tall head and a tall horse, a long spear in his hand, a majestic look, and murderous intent in his eyes like lightning.

It was none other than Wang Ping, the Shu army general I met before!

With just one blow, Yang Zheng knew he was no match.

Behind them were a group of armored men, some carrying long knives, some holding sharp axes, or some drawing strong bows, showing their fierceness as a flying army.

One shot missed, Wang Ping turned over and came back, his long shot trembling, and one of the Wuwei battalion was hit in the throat, bringing out a cloud of blood mist.

The soldier grabbed his throat crazily, twisted his whole body, and fell down suddenly in three or four breaths.

Yang Zheng's heart sank to the bottom, Wang Ping was the enemy he least wanted to meet on the battlefield.

The dignified general of the Shu army actually fought on the front lines himself.

Looking back at the side, the soldiers looked at him with frightened eyes.

As long as he takes a step back, the military morale he finally built up will immediately collapse!

Life is full of choices.

Yang Zheng couldn't help but sigh in his heart, how much military blood was in his veins? He gritted his teeth, straightened up his sword, and roared: "Kill!"

Before drawing the sword, I already knew in my heart that two legs cannot outrun four legs.

Rather than being hunted to death, it is better to give it a try.

At the same time, Linghu Sheng stepped forward with his sword regardless of his injuries.

Yang Zheng felt proud and said, "Good brother!"

Linghu Sheng also laughed, "Die together with the general!"

The light of swords and shadows, one on the left and the other on the right, flanked Wang Ping on horseback.

Wang Ping squinted coldly, spurred his war horse, his four hooves moved, and the ground shook, as if his whole body had turned into that long spear.

Before anyone arrived, the momentum was already coming.

But no matter how fierce his momentum is, Yang Zheng will still face the difficulties.

At the moment of life and death, there was a "click", the sword and the spear exploded into a ball of sparks, Yang Zheng was knocked away by the horse, and he vomited blood in mid-air.

However, Hua Feng was also cut off by the Huasheng Sword.

At the same time, Linghu Sheng jumped up and stabbed Wang Ping in the left chest with his sword.

Everyone's eyes were focused on this sword.

Even Yang Zheng, who was flying in the air, was like this.

The moment he was about to fall to the ground, Yang Zheng felt that Wang Ping was going to die under this sword.

However, in the light of the calcium carbide fire, he suddenly saw a look of contempt rising in Wang Ping's eyes. Just as the sword was about to pierce, the tip of the long sword came across like lightning. The wind roared, and with the momentum of the horse, there was a "snap" in the air.

Linghu Sheng was whipped away.

This is the true bravery.

This is the man who became famous all the time.

Compared with Wang Ping, Yang Zheng and Linghu Sheng are too weak and too young.

But Wang Ping is not at the pinnacle of this era.

Twenty years ago, he was just a general.

The battlefield suddenly became quiet.

Wang Ping controlled the horse, threw away the broken spear, and pulled out the sword from his waist. His cold eyes swept over him, and no one in the Wei army dared to look at him.

"Surrender and avoid death!" Wang Ping shouted as the warriors on horseback stood up.

"Surrender and avoid death!" the surrounding Shu troops shouted in unison.

The Wei army immediately hesitated. They were the abandoned ones.

It's almost a certain death situation at this point.

A loud laugh came from the bushes.

Yang Zheng stood up slowly and spit out the blood in his chest.

Even with the protection of the black light armor, it still made him uncomfortable. His whole body felt like it was falling apart, his bones ached, and most of his strength was gone.

But he couldn't fall down at this time. The stubbornness from his previous life rose up in his heart, and he yelled: "Come again!"

Towering green mountains, echoes echo.

The Wei troops finally had some fighting spirit in their eyes.

Linghu Sheng also gritted his teeth and got up from the ground.

Wang Ping's cold eyes actually showed some respect, and he waved his sword and pointed it diagonally.

But suddenly there was a shout from the east, and it turned out that another army had broken through the Shu army's blockade.

A huge gap was exposed, and countless Wei troops fled.

Wang Ping made a decision in the blink of an eye. He pointed forward with the sword in his hand, and the Wudang Feijun behind him let out wolf howls, "Kill!"

The wind is raging and murderous intent is rampant.
To be continued...