On the mountain road, the two parties happened to encounter each other and immediately fell into a melee.
Wen Zheng's spear danced like scattered pear blossoms, like falling snow, and rushed left and right in the formation of Zhao Boyue's soldiers, as if he were in an uninhabited land.
The leader of Zhao Boyue's soldiers was named He Yingxiong. He made a mace weighing more than thirty kilograms, which he wielded like a hunting weapon. When he saw Na Wen charging back and forth in the military formation, he felt angry and rushed out with the mace in hand.
, shouted: "Thief general, watch the stick!"
As soon as He Yingxiong shouted, Wen Zheng jumped with his spear and stabbed him. Seven or eight spears were shot out one after another. He Yingxiong looked at the flashes of spears on his chest, fell back, and swept the mace across Wen Zheng.
waist.
Wen Zheng watched the mace attack his waist, twisted his waist to avoid it, raised his spear, drew out the steel knife from his waist, and struck at He Yingxiong's head.
He Yingxiong saw a cold light flash in front of his eyes, and he quickly fell backwards. However, even so, the tip of his nose was also opened by the blow, and blood flowed out.
"Damn it, hit me on the nose!"
The soldiers in the army are rarely well-educated, and it is common for them to scold their parents.
After scolding him, he roared angrily, raised a mace weighing more than thirty kilograms, and smashed it on Wen Zheng's head.
In an instant, the guns and sticks collided, and the sound was like thunder.
Wen Zheng felt that there was a huge force at the tiger's mouth oppressing his hands. He struggled to push away the mace and was about to fight back, but He Yingxiong made another move and hit his head again.
"Damn it, you have the strength, I won't fight with you." He cursed secretly, abandoned his horse and fled to the ground. As soon as he landed, his spear swept across the legs of He Yingxiong's horse and swept him to the ground.
The two of them fought each other, but both lost their horses and fell to the ground.
When the soldiers of the Later Han Dynasty saw He Yingxiong's fall, they all pointed at Wen Zheng with their spears. Wen Zheng turned around and used the "Phoenix Tail Upward" move. First, he swept away the attack, and then connected with his spears, killing five soldiers of the Later Han Dynasty.
Seeing this, He Yingxiong took a breath, picked up the mace and threw it at Wen Zheng. Seeing that He Yingxiong's steps were a little slower, Wen Zheng used a flaw and pretended to be careless and stumbled backwards. He Yingxiong saw this.
, the big stick swept across, like a strong wind bringing rain.
But who would have expected that Wen Zheng was holding a spear again, twisted his waist to avoid a blow, and then made a sweeping move. The gun barrel was blown by the wind, and with a "pop" sound, it was swept firmly on He Yingxiong's waist.
After sweeping him away, a thirty-pound weapon fell to the ground and made a big hole.
He Yingxiong fell to the ground, his internal organs around his waist were burning to pieces, and he thought to himself: Damn, my intestines are about to spurt out of my mouth now.
He tried to struggle to get up, but there was severe pain in his waist. It was obvious that his internal organs were injured. Seeing that He Yingxiong could no longer get up, Wen Zheng picked up his spear and charged at him.
But just when he was three steps away from He Yingxiong, three feather arrows came through the wind. Wen Zheng was stunned, and with a spear in front of him, he suddenly dodged to one side. As soon as Wen Zheng dodged like this, He Yingxiong caught him.
Seizing the opportunity, he rolled backwards and rolled into his own formation.
As he rolled, he said: "A man can bend and stretch, so what's the harm in rolling around for a while!"
"What should we do, general?" the soldiers on the side asked, helping He Yingxiong up.
"Retreat, retreat, we have to go back and report this to the general." He Yingxiong replied.
"There's no way out!" Wen Zheng shouted loudly, raised the tip of his spear on the ground, jumped up like a winged tiger, and slashed with the steel knife in his hand, and the blade struck directly at He Yingxiong's face.
Seeing this, the three soldiers picked up their spears and shot out more than a dozen spears in the air. The three soldiers' marksmanship was ordinary. Although they intended to stab Wen Zheng in the chest, Wen Zheng's body quickly swept away, and the spears were only shot.
It passed by his side and slightly bruised his arm.
But just at this obstacle, He Yingxiong got on his horse and shouted: "Retreat, return to camp!"
The soldiers of the Later Han Dynasty also retreated along the mountain road, and Wen Zheng waved his hands to signal that he would not pursue them: "Don't chase the poor bandits. Clean the battlefield and see if there are any survivors. Bring them over for questioning."
Cleaning the battlefield, in this battle, Wen Zheng's Beifu soldiers suffered 82 casualties, He Yingxiong's Later Han soldiers died 34, and three wounded soldiers were captured.
Wen Zheng walked up to the wounded soldier, pressed the steel knife to the man's neck, and slashed lightly, bright red blood gushed out. The wounded soldier shuddered, looking at the smile on the corner of Wen Zheng's mouth, his face
Already pale with fright.
"I'm only talking about one side of the question I asked, but if you hadn't said it, the knife wouldn't have made such a shallow scratch like it is now!" Wen Zheng said coldly, word by word.
The wounded soldier nodded, his eyes reflected Wen Zheng's frightened smile, and his pupils trembled.
"Are you the defender of Dajian Mountain?"
"yes."
"How many people are there in the garrison of Dajian Mountain?"
"Less than ten thousand people."
"Who is the guard?"
"Zhao Boyue."
"How much food and grass do you have?"
"I can eat it for half a year."
"Half a year?" Wen Zheng's face was shocked, "Can your food last for half a year? You didn't lie to me?"
The wounded soldier shook his head repeatedly: "General Zhao heard about the fall of Xiaojian Mountain and dispatched troops overnight to escort the grain and grass."
Wen Zheng listened to what the wounded soldier said, gently moved the knife away, put it on the neck of the other wounded soldier, and sneered: "I only ask you a question, please listen carefully."
The wounded soldier nodded, his eyes distracted.
"Is everything he said true?"
The wounded soldier nodded and said, "It's true, it's true."
Wen Zheng smiled, nodded to the guard behind him, and strode away. Then three screams came from behind him.
He killed the three wounded soldiers, but he only asked two of them questions, not the third. This didn't seem to make sense. Why not ask again to make sure?
It doesn't make sense, but it actually makes sense.
If you take two bites of an apple and find bugs in both, do you want to take a third bite?
As for an apple with bugs on both sides, a general like Wen Zheng would naturally not eat it again.
"General, doesn't it matter if they escaped and reported our whereabouts?" the soldier asked Wen Zheng.
Wen Zheng stood with his gun in his arms and said indifferently: "It's useless if they know it. After this trail is the trestle. They guard the gate with no chance of opening it. If we burn the trestle road, there will be no chance of it being opened. There is no hurry at this moment."
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The situation is indeed as Wen Zheng said, they have already reached this point. As long as Wen Hua and Wen Tianfang's reinforcements can keep up, when the time comes, the army will kill, burn the plank road, besiege Dajian Mountain, and directly attack Dengjian Pavilion.
Once the Dengjian Pavilion is broken, it will be like searching for something in a bag to get the land of the Later Han Dynasty.
"Go, keep moving forward!" Wen Zheng gave the order and led his troops to continue walking forward.
Wen Zheng led his troops to continue running along the mountain road towards the Dajian Mountain trestle. Yan Zhuo and others behind him also rushed towards Dajian Mountain non-stop. They escorted the captured Beifu soldiers and chased Wen Zheng on horseback.
pace of.
"Catch up with them, catch them off guard at Dajian Mountain, and work together inside and outside!"
