The gentleness of Qingyang Gorge is only relative.

If there were no whirlpools, we might be able to cross the river.

The presence of whirlpools indicates turbulent undercurrents underwater.

Yang Zheng could only pray that God would open his eyes.

If this battle continues like this, both sides will be harmed, spring plowing will be delayed, and Yang Zheng's ambitious ambitions will be in vain like the water of the Yellow River.

There will be no place to grab food then.

The nearby Wuwei, Zhangye, and Dunhuang are not easy to deal with.

Although Xiahou Ba was promoted to governor of Qinzhou, the pressure and troubles he faced were never less than himself.

Liu Heng stepped on the raft, used a spear as a pole, and wrapped several ropes around his body, and went down the river, constantly changing directions, trying to use the rapids to rush to the other side.

Thanks to his amazing power, he was able to forcefully reverse the direction several times under the pull of the rope and avoid the whirlpool.

The soldiers on the shore were all sweating for him.

The raft floated and sank in the turbulent river water, and it took a full hour to cover the two to three hundred paces wide river channel.

Just as he was about to go around the last whirlpool and reach the other side, the raft suddenly fell apart and Liu Heng fell into the water.

The rope was originally made of tree bark and reins.

If soaked for a long time, it will not be able to withstand the underwater undercurrent.

Yang Zheng was startled, and just when he was about to pull Liu Heng back, Liu Heng struggled towards the other side holding the log.

The waves splashed, as if a big fish was splashing against the waves.

"General?" The guards all looked at Yang Zheng.

Yang Zheng gritted his teeth and said, "Let him try!"

It's not that Yang Zheng is cruel, but there is a huge risk in pulling him back, and the rope may not be able to withstand the tearing of the whirlpool.

The river is surging and the waves are splashing.

Liu Heng and the wood were sometimes swallowed by the river and sometimes pushed out by the river.

Ordinary people would have been knocked unconscious by the waves.

But he was still struggling in the water.

"How can I say that I have no clothes? I share the same robe with you. When the king raised his army, I repaired my sword and spear. I have the same hatred as you!" Several Qin Hus shouted at the turbulent river.

The pronunciation of many words has changed, but this does not hinder the passionate and tragic expression of this poem.

Finally, after struggling for almost half an hour, Liu Heng grabbed the vines on the south bank and climbed up to the south bank. He lay on the ground for half a stick of incense before he slowly stood up and raised his head and roared at the Yellow River.

The soldiers on the north bank also let out bursts of cheers.

Yang Zheng's hanging heart finally fell to the ground.

If one person can pass, it means that everyone can pass.

The ropes were set up and a simple suspension rope connected the two banks.

The soldiers climbed across the river by hanging ropes.

In order to lighten the burden and cross the river quickly, I gave up everything I could, including spears, horses, armor...

Each person only brings one day's worth of dry food.

"Meng Fei, you lead a thousand cavalry to feign an attack on Guiyicheng, and try your best to bluff and contain the enemies in Hebei!"

"Take your orders!" Meng Fei knelt down on one knee.

Yang Zheng climbed over the suspension rope, and Liu Heng was wet and exhausted. He lay naked on the mud, grinning proudly.

Yang Zheng patted him on the shoulder and said there was no need to say any more nonsense.

More than two thousand people crossed the river, which also took two hours.

Seeing that it was still early, Yang Zheng asked the soldiers to rest.

On the north bank, Meng Fei roared away with his cavalry.

More than 6,000 war horses, smoke and dust billowing.

On the south bank, many soldiers fell to the ground and fell asleep.

It wasn't until dusk that I gradually opened my eyes, ate some solid food, and drank some water.

Everyone became energetic again.

His eyes shone slightly in the dusk, like a beast about to hunt.

Yang Zheng pointed in the direction of Jianwei City, "That's our land and our city. Now, I will go and take it back!"

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

The shouts mixed with the roaring water of the Yellow River.

Jianwei City was guarding the only ferry bridge nearby and never expected that the enemy would come from the southeast.

Attention was drawn to the cavalry in the north of the city.

When the night falls, everything is silent.

Under the moonlight, among the green mountains, Han City looks like a peaceful old man, calmly watching everything on the earth.

Suddenly, Yang Zheng felt a sense of kindness in his heart, like a wandering wanderer seeing his old city and hometown.

The soldiers moved a few long tree trunks and propped them up under the city wall silently.

The soldiers climbed up the tree trunks like apes and jumped onto the city wall in twos and twos.

Jianwei City is a small city built on the mountainside. It is visually estimated that the city is four to five meters high. The difficulty is not climbing the city, but how to climb halfway up the mountain.

As long as the city is heavily guarded, it is impossible for Yang Zheng's three thousand people to touch the city wall.

But tonight, none of this is a problem.

Because as long as we are human beings, we will always relax.

The enemy would never have thought that danger would come from the southeast.

Especially the Qiang people, they don't know how to defend the city at all.

In less than a moment, the city gate creaked open.

It was at this time that the defenders finally woke up.

But it's too late.

"Kill!" Yang Zheng roared angrily, raised his knife and rushed into the city.

Only a few enemies were awakened, and most of them were asleep.

A few people picked up weapons and were cut down instantly.

From the moment Yang Zheng entered the city, there was no suspense about this war.

The rebels in the city were quickly cleared.

In less than an hour, this Han city was returned to the hands of the Han family.

More than a thousand Zhong Qiang became prisoners.

Yang Zheng ordered the leaders to be selected and beheaded them all.

In such a short time and late at night, Guiyi City had no idea that Jianwei City had changed hands.

It seems that Zhong Qiang is very concerned about these two cities, as there is a lot of food and ordnance accumulated in them.

Many soldiers have put on their leather armor again and picked up their spears.

Soldiers are valuable and quick.

Yang Zheng immediately took the 800 Qiang camp as the vanguard, pretended to be Zhong Qiang, took a few obedient prisoners, and advanced towards Guiyi City in Hebei Province.

The defenders of Guiyi City have been harassed by Meng Fei for a whole day, and now they are tired.

I never thought that the enemy would come from Henan.

The eight hundred Qiang soldiers were again wearing Zhong Qiang's armor.

Regardless of whether they spoke Qiang or Chinese, they responded fluently and blended into the city smoothly.

Yang Zheng left 500 men to guard the prisoners in Jianwei City, and the remaining more than a thousand men advanced towards Guiyi City under the cover of night.

It happened that Meng Fei's cavalry came to harass them again, with more than 6,000 horses running around, and Guiyi City had to brace itself to deal with it.

I thought I would just deal with it, but unexpectedly, a fire suddenly broke out in the city, and there were loud shouts of killing and chaos.

When attacking from the north and south, the inside should cooperate with the outside.

How can Guiyi City resist?

Yang Zheng and Liu Heng, one on the left and the other on the right, entered the city.
To be continued...