"Emperor!" The few people's faces turned red.

Yang Zheng grinned with a sword in his hand, showing a mouthful of white teeth, with murderous intent in his eyes, "Do you still have any objections?"

When you shouldn't be kind, kindness is cruelty to yourself.

War has always been about everything.

Even if the few people had any objections, they could only swallow them back to their stomachs. The old soldiers of Wuweiying still mentioned them to Yang Zheng.

"As long as you survive today, you will be my brothers of life and death in the future!" Yang Zheng yelled at Qiang.

Since the Han Dynasty, the Qiang people have been discriminated against and exploited by the Central Plains dynasty. Anyone who treats the Qiang people a little well has also received support from the Qiang people.

Bian Zhang, Han Sui, Ma Teng, Dong Zhuo...

There are definitely not many people who regard Qiang people as brothers.

This era is an era when aristocratic races are booming. They even look down on ordinary Han people, so how could they look at the barbarians in the border areas directly?

Yang Zheng thought they didn't hear it clearly, so he shouted again, "As long as you survive today, you will be my brothers of life and death in the future!"

It seemed as if in a moment, the blood of the Qiang people was activated and they let out a hysterical roar: "Fight to the death! Fight to the death!"

The Qiang Chief's eyes suddenly became a little complicated.

Yang Zheng couldn't care what they were thinking. He got off the horse and kept Yin Chun, Zhou Fang and Yuan Xiao, the three town chiefs, to cultivate their horsepower, thinking that they were supporting.

He took one hundred personal soldiers and seven Qiang chiefs to the north and headed straight for the Shu army camp.

The Qiang people were extremely excited and made wolf roars, which drove in the smoke, echoed among the green mountains and green waters, and gradually became excited on the battlefield where flesh and blood were flying.

Like an ancient horn.

There is a touch of desolation in the setting sun.

The Qiang people and Han people, there is no difference in Yang Zheng's mind at this moment.

Some people picked up broken spears, broken knives, broken armor on the ground, and hung them on them.

War is always morale number one.

No matter how powerful the opponent is, as long as you dare to show your sword, you will still have a chance to win.

With the smoke, the Shu army was not aware of the reality and reality.

Yang Zheng rushed his army to attack the Shu army's rear formation.

The bravery of the Qiang people was fully demonstrated, and they were like crazy tigers, carrying broken spears and broken swords, and jumped into the infantry formation of the Shu army.

Even if you are sieve by a spear, you must strive to move forward and throw out the weapon in your hand at the last moment of your life.

Yang Zheng was also infected by this kind of heroism.

My heart was filled with passion and then burned.

"Kill!" He roared, and rushed into the spear formation with Hua Ying's sword. More than a hundred personal soldiers around him tightly protected the left and right, resisting the spear tips and blades that had pierced countless times.

Any array or command in front of the formation is useless, only courage is the best command.

Only by fighting in chaos can we fully utilize the strengths of the bravery of the Qiang people.

Wherever the sword light passes, everything is cut.

At this time, Yang Zheng was selfless, not me, and had completely integrated into the killing.

All the sword instincts hidden in the body can be released.

Come like thunder and furious, stop like clear light in the river and sea!

The blood drowned everything in front of him.

The shouts, screams, and the neighing sound of war horses passing by in my ears like the strong wind.

In the smoke and twilight, Yang Zheng couldn't see clearly ahead, and everything seemed to be unreal.

Only killing is the most real thing.

Only by killing can we break an upward path of life.

Just when Yang Zheng thought the killing was eternal, the rushing sound of horse hooves woke him up.

The heavy sound of horse hooves seemed to stomp the earth!

The elite cavalry of the Shu army finally launched.

From north to south, it was like a lightning flashing behind the Qiang people.

The Qiang people's wailing sounded one after another in the twilight.

Some were hung on spears, and some were trampled under iron hooves.

The Shu army's war horses were high and strong, and at first glance they were excellent Liangzhou horses. The impact created by more than a thousand cavalrymen was like a torrent.

But the Qiang people were also aroused bloody.

Someone hugged the horse's hooves, some people raised their broken spear and broke their swords, and bravely crashed into the cavalry...

Then they all turned into a pool of blood mist with the Shu cavalry.

Yang Zheng's heart was bleeding, and a huge sense of powerlessness spread in his chest.

No matter how many times he waved Huaying's sword, the Shu army was like killing him endlessly.

"General!" The horse hooves from behind were loudly sounded, and Yin Chun and Zhou Fang rushed up with their cavalry.

Their arrival immediately attracted the attention of the Shu cavalry.

Both sides looked at each other like old enemies.

Half of the cavalry immediately divided into the Shu cavalry and rushed towards the ground.

Yang Zheng felt cold in his heart. He stayed behind them. His original intention was to retain some strength. If the battlefield was really irreversible, he could take him away.

However, the fierce fighting between the Shu cavalry made them unable to hold back.

In such a chaotic battlefield, it is not easy to clearly judge the situation.

The cavalry on both sides quickly approached.

The result can be imagined by using the light cavalry to attack the opponent's heavy cavalry.

Yang Zheng's heart was raised to his throat.

However, the subsequent changes made Yang Zheng "old man feel great comfort". The cavalry suddenly turned around and drew an arc on the battlefield, rushing into the night and smoke in the east.

This trick is extremely beautiful and more flexible than Yang Zheng's command, like a cunning fox that suddenly appears in the night.

Wuweiying is worthy of being an old soldier fighting on the battlefield. Yin Chun and Zhou Fang are also people who deserve to be entrusted with important tasks.

The cavalry of the Shu army was high and rushed to a great extent, far less flexible than the light cavalry. They could not retract and could only turn south.

After going to five hundred cavalry, the situation on the battlefield changed.

The Qiang people rose up again and tried their best to kill the infantry formation of the Shu army.

And wherever the cavalry passed in the east, screams came from.

If it is beneficial to the strong and well-trained Shu army during the day, then at night, the advantage gradually turns to the Qiang people.

The howlings of wolves came one after another, and the Qiang people had no array, but they retreated and advanced like wolves.

The cruel living environment has already trained their combat instincts.

Everyone is an excellent hunter.

Hunting overwhelmed prey in the dark.

At this time, the fire in the north had already been extinguished, and only the occasional dark flames exposed "beep" sounded, flashing through the obscure dark red, and it disappeared in a blink of an eye.

The Shu army's formation continued to shrink and depended on each other.

The cavalry also lost its function.

Although the heavy riding is unstoppable, there are too many restrictions, including physical strength, terrain, weather, day and night...

No matter how powerful Jiang Wei is, he will never let the heavy cavalry charge in the dark.

Learning war from war, a mystery in the dragon-slaying technique emerged in Yang Zheng's mind.

A nation that has survived for nearly a thousand years naturally has its own unique features.

Yang Zheng and his personal soldiers also retreated into the night and lay on the ground.

The howlings of wolves came one after another in the darkness, which was the sound of Qiang people echoing each other.

As long as he heard no wolf howls in the footsteps beside him, Yang Zheng suddenly rose up and entered the formation.

Although this battle is slow, it is extremely effective.

With a "peng", a flame ignited before the Shu formation.

But the flame also exposed their location.

In the dark, countless broken spears and broken swords flew towards their heads...
To be continued...