Chapter 483, Jingxing Road two hundred years later
"Zhang He, this forest valley is yours, but it's not mine!"
"When you enter the valley, do you feel the cold air on your back? The further west you go, the colder the air becomes, right? This is a matter of fate and cannot be changed without human intervention!
Zhang He, who was shot to death by Zhuge Liang in the Mumen Valley, was indeed, as Fang Guang said, quite taboo on mountains, forests and valleys.
But this was the biggest secret in the heart of the arrogant Zhang He, but he didn't expect that the young man would hit it right.
At this moment, the figures of Zhang Jiao brothers, Jiang Dong Yu Ji, and the demon scholar Jia Xu suddenly overlapped with Fang Guang, filling the hearts of these four courtyard pillars with unknown fear.
It seems like an ominous fate is right in front of you!
"You little thief Fang Guang, don't talk nonsense here. The Yellow Turban lineage's ability to pretend to be gods and ghosts will not scare me!"
"You are arrayed across the river here, but you want to imitate Han Xin and fight to the death? I let you cross the river, do you dare?"
The situation of Cao's army today is indeed very similar to that of Marquis Huaiyin.
It's just that back then, the Han army was arrayed on the west bank of the Mian River, but not here!
The young man glanced around and saw that the cavalry behind Zhang He were all armed with short crossbows and carrying countless crossbow arrows. At this time, they were guarding the shore in layers, obviously intending to shoot with Cao's army, waiting for work.
The kite army's short crossbow can also be fired at eighty paces. If it is fired against the Yanzhou cavalry, the battle will become a battle of attrition. Naturally, five thousand people are not afraid of being attrited by a thousand people.
The young man specially led Zhang He to Jingxing Road in the Taihang Mountains, hoping to imitate Han Xin's move, but it was just an imitation, not a copy.
Between the mountains and rivers on the east bank of the Mian River, Yuan Shao's elites were deployed layer by layer, but they were also unable to be used. Having stood on his own, Zhang He relied on the crossbowmen in the military camp at the rear on the mountain peak!
"All armies listen to the order, the general trend of Yanzhou and the prime minister's great achievements will be accomplished today!"
"Brothers, rush!"
Without any hesitation, Fang Guangwu held the iron halberd in his hand and the red rabbit horse on his hip. He hissed excitedly and rushed straight towards the east bank of the Mian River.
Beside the young man, Guan Hai's cheeks twitched with excitement. He lowered his head and used his iron armor to catch the crossbow arrows fired by the Hebei army.
"Yes, even a brave man dares to call himself Qilin. Shoot! Shoot this Si Nong who deceives the world and steals his reputation!"
Zhang He did not expect that the entire Cao army would rush across the river.
He shouted loudly, and the kite cavalry behind him fired with crossbows and arrows. This Hebei cavalryman was trained by Gongsun Zan of White Horse, but the bows and arrows were changed to crossbows.
Hebei military industry, before the rise of Yanzhou, was proud of Jiuzhou.
These horse crossbow arrows were extremely powerful. They hit Cao Jun's armor, making a sweet tinkling sound, and sparks flying across the Mian River.
After Gao Lan's defeat, Zhang He transformed into a famous detective. Not only did he go to the battlefield, but he also consulted witnesses on the plains. He came to the conclusion that Cao Jun's cavalry shot went against the will of heaven.
It is really rare to have a thousand cavalrymen, each of whom can shoot from left to right.
Shooting an arrow immediately is different from operating a crossbow, which relies on the feel of the hand and the skill of driving a horse.
Zhang He was determined to cheat on the Jingxing Road, but he did not expect that this time, when Cao Jun charged, they no longer shot arrows, but everyone bowed their heads, hoping to fight with Hebei's armored horses.
"Hmph! Wave the flag quickly, lure the troops guarding the camp to shoot them down from a high position, and rush across the river. It's not like you're going to die!"
"Army, prepare to meet the enemy!"
Under Zhang He's military order, the kite cavalry and the Yecheng cavalry dropped their crossbows, raised their spears and sabers, and charged forward.
In this charge, Cao Jun had a slight advantage, but after all, the impact distance was too short. The speed of the war horses had not reached its maximum, and they were already fighting with Zhang He's troops.
Junyi stared at Fang Guang, and in the crowd of thousands of soldiers, he took Lengzi and stabbed him. However, Fang Guang had already seen him from a high position on the red rabbit horse and blocked it with his halberd.
Fang Qilin, a great Han Dynasty man, was as good at martial arts as Zhang He.
The two men were shooting at each other, and they were inextricably killed for a while.
The commander was indistinguishable from the enemy, Cao Jun, Yuan Jun, and the cavalry stood still, and for a while they were evenly matched, fighting only with strength.
The Yanzhou cavalry was better because of their sharp armor and sharp blades, while the kite cavalry was better because of their numbers, and their morale was much higher than that of the Gaolan cavalry who had been shot stupid.
For a time, the two armies were having a great time playing table-ping-pong on the east bank of the Mian River. They suffered casualties, but they were not serious.
"Fang Datong, where is the Changshan Zhao Yun under your command? You are no match for me. If you call this person out, there are still more people who can fight!"
When Zhang He was about to go into battle, he habitually talked the most trash.
He is best at provoking his opponents with words to confuse their minds. According to history books, Zhang Fei, the third brother of Big Er, suffered the same loss as Lao Zhang in Hanzhong. Later, Zhang He himself could not stand the provocation and was beaten at Yangping Pass. Became a bare rod.
When he heard him mention Zhao Yun, Fang Guang just smiled and said nothing. After being asked too many questions, he just said something lightly.
"Zhang He, do you really want to see Zilong? In today's situation, if Zilong shows up, I'm afraid you will be defeated!"
"That's nonsense. I'm afraid that Zhao Yun, knowing my reputation, should run away first!"
Zhang He's momentum remained intact, but in his heart, Fang Guang's words disrupted his rhythm for the second time.
No, why don't the camp soldiers on the mountain behind you come to help with archery? Could it be that Fang Datong, the other side, is really a monster and can count on everything?
Zhang He likes to mess with people's emotions, but in fact he is the most mentally drained.
While he was thinking about it, he was distracted for a moment and was hit on the shoulder by the young man's heavy halberd. The iron armor shattered and half of his arm suffered a huge pain.
"How dare Zhu Zi'an make a sneak attack!"
Zhang He shouted loudly and was about to fight with all his strength when he suddenly heard the sounds of begging for mercy and wailing sounds with a Hebei accent coming from the mountain behind him.
A huge fear flashed through his heart, just like the feeling he had when he entered Mumen Valley twenty years later, appearing in the world twenty years in advance.
Zhang He used all his strength to turn around and saw the mountain behind him. On the mountainside, Cao Jun's flag was flying. From time to time, his subordinates were frightened and jumped off the cliff.
Zhao Yun, whom he had just remembered, was wearing silver spears and armor. He opened his eyes wide and looked at him with a cold face. While the two armies were fighting in Mianhe just now, Fang Guang, who only had a thousand cavalry, actually divided his troops and seemed to open fire. With the eyes of heaven, he dug out his own lair!
For a moment, Zhang Junyi, who was inexplicably verbally attacked by a boy today, fell into the pain of fatalism and inevitable defeat.
That young Si Nong, where is the war? He peeks into people's privacy and calculates the camp formations. He is really the best in the Yellow Turbans.
Zhang He, who had been irritating Fang Guang because of fear, lost courage and cast a furtive glance at Sinong. When Fang Guang looked back, he actually started to tremble like an electric shock.
Even Fang Guang didn't know that today's battle had planted the seeds of darkness in the heart of Zhang He, who later surrendered to Cao Cao.
From then on, although Lao Zhang was still Sima Yi's favorite general, he was always afraid of the young Si Nong, very afraid!
"Your army camp has been lost. Great Sinong has a clever plan. If you don't surrender, you will all die here!"
Two hundred years ago, Han Xin sent Guan Ying to steal Zhang Er's retreat. Today, Zhao Yun, the young man's subordinate, also climbed the mountain in an instant and made a great contribution at the critical moment!