Chapter 512, Zhang Lu focuses on respecting ghosts and gods
Starting from Xuchang, Fang Guang and Ma Chao were in a fight to the death.
Today, in front of the two armies, Ma Chao couldn't help but twitch when he saw Fang Guang right in front of him and the new scar on his face.
"My nephew, what happens today depends on my nephew's courage. As long as we can gain a foothold in Hanzhong, this place may not be the place where we can make a comeback!"
"Han Gong, if you are optimistic, you will present the head of Fang Thief to Zhang Lu today!"
Ma Chao shouted without saying much, clapped his horse and waved his wolf gun, heading straight towards Fang Guang.
In the mountains of Hanzhong, the sound of horse hooves sounded like a wolf descending. The Hanzhong defenders at the head of the city could hear the sound of howling wolves brought by the wind of Ma Chao's guns, which was horrifying to hear.
"A common man from Xiliang, do you think I have no one in the Central Plains?"
"You have no father and no brothers, and you rely on the barbarians to bully the Han people. Today is the time for you to give me your head!"
Compared with Ma Chao's gloomy advance, behind Fang Guang, Zilong slaps his horse to meet him, which is full of masculinity.
The brilliance of Qinlong's autumn sun shone on Zilong's silver armor, emitting a brilliant light. As Changshan's men ran, one person and one horse seemed to be the light itself.
As Zilong swung his spear, the sound of dragons roared into the sky, dragons and wolves fought with each other, and the spear points and spear points collided thousands of times in the daylight in an instant, bursting out with a brilliance like a fire tree!
The soldiers of the Han Dynasty had never seen such a splendid scene. Everyone of the soldiers were dumbfounded and thought that the two generals who had been shut down should be the protectors in front of the Taoist ancestors.
Zhao Yun and Ma Chao's marksmanship are already on par with each other. The two of them are at full strength today. How can they tell the winner?
Han Sui, who was behind Ma Chao, saw that Meng Qi was easy to stop. He was anxious. He pointed forward with one hand and Xiliang Jiama shouted together and rushed towards Fang Guang.
When young Si Nong saw Han Sui and Ma Chao coming out together, he already knew that the plan had been successful and Hanzhong would be defeated today.
The Xiliang soldiers and horses were so fierce that Gao Shun just snorted lightly, and his soldiers, holding the Han version of the Mo Dao, or heavy-duty sword, dismounted and marched forward in formation.
That day in Youzhou, the infantry and soldiers of the Liaodong cavalry were frightened. Today in Hanzhong, they shocked the whole audience again.
The Liangzhou horse fell in front of the Yuzhou armor under the roaring blade.
It has to be said that without realizing it, Fang Guang's troops were already crushing ordinary Han troops on the battlefield.
Without the high saddles, stirrups, and heavy armor of the Xiliang cavalry, the world-famous spears could not penetrate the armor of the infantry trapped in the camp.
The huge potential energy can indeed knock Gao Shunbu aside, and the infantry stands up staggeringly again, half of the blade in their hands is on the cavalry, usually on the war horse.
Han Sui's tribe, Ma Chao's wolf cavalry remnants, even though they are braver than Xiliang, such a brutal fighting today is the only time in my life.
Seeing more and more elite troops being chopped to pieces in front of Yangping Pass, Han Sui, knowing that this was his last capital, already had the intention of retreating.
"Meng Qi, kill that Zhao Yun quickly and come to help. If you can't kill Fang Guang, I'm afraid it will be difficult to win today! My dear nephew, why don't you retreat first and wait for Zhang Lu's infantry!"
"If the fight continues, we will have nothing to rely on anymore!"
Han Sui shouted to Ma Chao from a distance, and Ma Mengqi was anxious and responded loudly.
"Han Gong, please don't panic. Once I kill Zhao Yun, I will come to help you!"
Although Ma Chao's voice was loud, how could he succeed for a while? Zilong's face was full of disdain when he heard this, and the dragon gun roared, but it scratched Ma Chao's arm.
Han Sui could see clearly that behind Fang Guang, there were armor and horses pouring out from the Chencang Pass. He couldn't help but wave his long sword to signal the ghost soldiers at the top of the city to rush to help.
At Yangping Pass, Yan Pu, who followed Han Sui, also knew that the battle had reached a critical moment. He was about to tell the Hanzhong generals to come out to meet the enemy, but suddenly he heard the panicked salute of the soldiers behind him.
Yan Pu turned around and saw a tall man in front of him, surrounded by strong men in yellow robes, looking at him with a smile. It was his lord Zhang Lu, and he was shocked.
It turns out that just now my mind was in Guanxia, and I didn't even know that the Lord was coming.
"My lord, this place is dangerous, why bother to come here? My lord, please watch the battle from the top of the city. We will defeat Fang Guang today!"
"Who wants you to defeat Fang Guang? Si Nong is a man of great talent, with a mind for the Nine Provinces, and a clever plan. He must be the boy sent by the Taoist ancestors to the world! How can you defeat him?"
"Ah? Lord, this?"
Seeing Yan Pu confused, Zhang Lu closed his fingers and smiled coldly.
"Close the door, release arrows, and shoot all those Xiliang thieves to death here!"
"Lord, what is this?"
When Yan Puer heard what Zhang Lu said, he was full of doubts. Zhang Lu shook his head, took out Fang Guang's letter from his arms, and stuffed it into the hands of his favorite minister in front of him.
"The situation here and that of Fang Datong have been well planned. How you speak and how Yang Song speaks are all on this letter!"
"Haha, it is too common to protect Dingkou in the Longjian Pass and promote the prestige of the Han family. After all, Fang Datong is a Taoist friend of the Yellow Turban lineage. Compared with the minister's desk, Xun Yu can protect his life with a single word. Fang Datong's heart is...
It’s the way of heaven!”
"I think maybe the road is in Xuchang and Yanzhou, but it's hard to tell if it's not here!"
Zhang Lu didn't even look at the city. He looked up at the sky. His eyes were full of dominated awe and joy. Everyone around him had never seen such a proud look on the leader's face. They couldn't help but gathered around Yan Pu to read the letter.
It turns out that Fang Guang knew very well that Yangping Pass was dangerous, and the key to defeating the pass was not the soldiers but the people's hearts.
People in the world and noble officials may not know what Zhang Lu is like, but he knows it in his heart.
After all, the Yellow Turban lineage was also Taoist, and the Sun En Rebellion in Jiangnan two hundred years later was also worshiped by Taoism.
Ghost soldiers are not afraid of death, how can they be afraid of death?
Only the fatalism of idealism, the glorious prospect of Taoism's prosperity, and the historical affirmation of Zhang Lu can contain the Five Pecks of Rice religion and protect the hundreds of thousands of people in Hanzhong.
Guanzhong is withering and it is chilling to see it. These Hanzhong people are the seeds of Guanzhong's recovery.
This alone prevented Fang Guang from plundering Hanzhong with his troops.
Yan Pu saw what he said that day, showed strength and then surrendered, and Yang Song accepted the Xuchang gold pearl, so he must have clearly betrayed his master.
Taichang, one of the Nine Qings, was in charge of sacrifices and Taoist temples. The Prime Minister almost obeyed the instructions of this farmer. His hand holding the letter could not help but tremble violently.
At the end of the letter, the words: "With Han Sui and Ma Chao's soldiers, take the position of Taichang!", the words are even more murderous.
"My lord, I understand. After twenty years, my lord has finally found someone who can be entrusted to his care!"
Yan Pu put down the letter and couldn't help but feel happy for Zhang Lu. He calmed down and personally led the Hanzhong soldiers to the gate of Yangping Pass and slowly closed the pass.
Ma Chao was still fighting with Zhao Yun, and Han Sui was wondering why the reinforcements were delayed in arriving, when he heard the sound of the door closing behind him.
This Xiliang warlord, who had been betraying his teammates all his life, had an ominous premonition in his heart. He turned around and looked up. Zhang Lu, the prefect of Hanzhong, was also looking at him coldly.
"Han Sui, Ma Chao, and you two have caused trouble for each other and have set up armies to harm the people. Today is the time to confer heads!"
"Hanzhong complies with the wishes of the Taoist ancestors and is determined to surrender to the Prime Minister, Si Nong, so I will offer your two heads as a gift!"
"Fire arrows! Shoot these thieves to death!"
Zhang Lu's voice was loud and clear, and he had practiced Taoist Qi-nurturing Kungfu well. As the leader spoke, the Yang Ping closed, and the crossbowmen fired thousands of arrows, never leaving the critical place behind the horse in Xiliang.