The war drums sounded, and the clouds moved in all directions.

What moves on the earth is not clouds, but people and soldiers.

In the whirlpool of fate, many people just follow the tide. They don't know who they are fighting for or who they are dying for.

All I know is to straighten up my sword and spear and face forward.

For Deng Ai, this is the last chance and the only chance.

Defeat Yang Zheng head-on, and then all crises will be gone.

It is even possible that Liangzhou will fall apart because of this.

Therefore, Deng Ai, standing above Xiaoguan, did not feel discouraged, and even felt that this was an opportunity.

Qianhong, Qiu Ben, and Duan Zhuo have 17,000 people, plus the 7,000 people in Deng Ai's hands. It cannot be said that there is no chance.

Although Qian, Qiu, and Duan had many civilians in their hands, the 7,000 men in Deng Ai's hands were genuine elites who had followed him to fight for many years.

As for the Liangzhou Army on the opposite side, it seemed that the strength gap was not yet desperate.

In fact, no matter how sophisticated the conspiracy is, in the end, the winner will still have to be decided on the battlefield.

If there was still food, Deng Ai might be able to use Xiao Guan to wear off several layers of Yang Zheng's skin, flesh, muscles, and bones. However, he rushed with a large army and did not carry much food. The food in Xiao Guan was burned to the ground.

All of this forced Deng Ai to choose a decisive battle!

"In the Battle of Guandu, Yuan Shao had an army of 110,000, all of whom were skilled warriors from Hebei. They were well-equipped and well-fed. Wei Wu had 20,000 troops. In ten days, they were in danger of running out of food. However, in the Battle of Wuchao, they were able to outnumber the masses. Today,

Things are similar to those of the past

There is a huge difference. There are less than 100,000 thieves. Our army is more elite than the thieves. Yang Er has come to seek death today! The general has already issued an order. Anyone who captures and kills Yang Er will be granted the title of Marquis of a Thousand Households and be given 30 million in money.

My descendants can enjoy wealth and honor in peace!"

Deng Ai was making the final mobilization at Xiaoguan Pass.

If you win, you have everything.

The generals around him were all breathing heavily.

This is an era where killing is prevalent, it is also an era where miracles occur, and it is also an era of madness.

Everywhere, the weak defeated the strong and the outnumbered defeated the many.

In terms of strength, the difference between the 24,000 Deng Ai army and the 32,000 Yang Zheng army is not big.

As for the thousands of powerful tribes east of Xiao Guan, they were not included in Deng Ai's calculations at all.

He himself is a very confident person.

Otherwise, history would never have seen more than 10,000 men dare to sneak into Yinping, destroy the city and stronghold, and force Shu to surrender.

"In today's battle, if Yang Er is not killed, my father and son will not survive!" Deng Ai raised his arms with red eyes and shouted. He is more than sixty years old, but he is more angry than ordinary young people, as if there is a surging war in his body.

Meaning, endless desire.

"I am willing to fight to the death with the general!" The generals knelt on one knee in front of them.

"Fight to the death!" After Xiao Pass, thousands of soldiers raised their swords and spears and stabbed into the blue sky in the winter.

The shouts carried far away, and the wind blew against the crescent-shaped Liangzhou military camp.

These fortresses were like a sickle lying across Xiao Pass. If Deng Ai wanted to break through, he had to face this sickle head-on.

The shouts also reached Yang Zheng's ears.

For Liangzhou, Deng Ai is the final test.

Among all the generals in Guandong, no one is more ferocious than him, and no one poses a greater threat than him.

Deng Ai has been working hard in Longyou for many years and is loyal. He is the real pillar of the Sima family, more important than Sima Fu and Sima Wang. He guards Ximen for the Sima family, grows his own food to eat, raises his own troops and trains himself... It doesn't cost the Sima family any money.

grains of grain.

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"General, the enemy is attacking!" Pang Qing reminded.

"Shou!" Yang Zheng responded with one word.

"The enemy is weak and we are strong, why should we defend?" Liu Heng asked puzzledly.

Other generals also had the same doubts.

Obviously, Liangzhou Cavalry is better at attacking.

If Yang Zheng was just a general, he would definitely take the initiative and fight Deng Ai to the death in a vigorous and vigorous fight. With the elite and morale of the Liangzhou army, he would have at least a 70% chance of winning.

But this is just a calculation on the books.

Now Yang Zheng wears shoes, while Deng Ai plays with bare feet, risking his life. Isn't his strength just risking his life?

"Be invincible first, then wait for the enemy to win; be invincible, wait for the enemy to be defeated! Deng Ai is in a desperate situation, so he must fight for his life, so it should not be underestimated. Relying on the fortress will consume Deng Ai's morale, so defend first. The best strategy is to counterattack later and reduce our army's casualties." Now Yang Zheng is no longer a general, but a commander-in-chief and a monarch.

Steadily eating the opponent is the best choice, and it is also responsible for the lives of the soldiers under your command.

"Whatever the general says, my subordinates will do it!" Liu Heng was too lazy to think too much.

"Don't worry, Deng Ai will definitely die this time!" Yang Zheng said confidently.

The sound of war drums and horns sounded loudly outside the tent.

The shouts from the other side were like a surging tide.

To the south, a dozen infantry formations of Deng Ai's army advanced forward with spears, and thousands of cavalry were cruising on the left wing. They raised their swords as they ran forward. Judging from their attire, they should be Qiang cavalry from Longyou.

However, in Yang Zheng's view, what is more threatening is that under Xiaoguan, a banner of "General Deng of Anxi" is flying high, with thousands of infantry standing under the banner.

There was no shouting, no formation, just like a rabble.

It's just that the killing momentum emanating from them far exceeds that of the more than 10,000 cavalrymen showing off their power in the south.

With the word "Deng Ai", Yang Zheng had to treat it with caution.

"Let go!" Several loud roars came from the camp, and thousands of strong bows and crossbows were fired in response.

The dense rain of arrows rose from the camp like a flock of crows, flew into the sky, and then slid down, or burrowed into flesh and blood, or stuck in the loess.

The shouts from the other side suddenly turned into scattered screams.

A neat array of people stood on their backs.

The crossbow feathers and arrows improved by the iron workshop have a longer range and stronger penetrating power.

Among the formations in the south, the armor wearing rate is not high. There are even fewer people wearing iron armor, most of them are leather armor, and some Qiang cavalry have no armor at all.

Not many people died under the rain of arrows, but as long as they were injured, it was more terrifying than direct death on this battlefield.

Either they were trampled to death by friendly forces, or they died of despair as they watched their own blood drain.

"Let go!" The second wave of arrows shot up in response.

But this time, the enemy's infantry formations were prepared and they erected their round shields. The damage was limited.

"Keep shooting arrows!" Yang Zheng ordered.

During this battle, two people, Lu Zhi and Du Yu, were stationed at the rear, and all kinds of baggage were shipped in an endless stream.

Compared with his life as a beggar a few years ago, Yang Zheng is now very wealthy.

It doesn't matter how many enemies you can shoot to death, as long as you can hurt them and delay their attack.

The arrow rain seemed to be endless, and the black mass covered the sky again and again.

A large reed seemed to grow out of thin air on the ground.

Blood flowed slowly from the reeds.

Although its lethality is limited, the psychological impact it brings to the enemy is endless.

However, Deng Aijun's tenacity exceeded Yang Zheng's expectations. At the cost of seven to eight hundred men, the enemy still advanced.

No, it's not that Deng Ai's army is tough, but that the warriors in this land have been extremely tough since ancient times.
Chapter completed!