Between the gray sky and the earth, streaks of lightning continued to crackle, and the downpour seemed to flood the entire land.

Some cavalry simply rushed across the river from the shallow area to buy time.

Liu Heng, Luo Hu and other infantry generals led the infantry to break up the rear.

The corps commander, commander, and village commander organized the soldiers of their headquarters to step onto the pontoon in an orderly manner.

Xuanyi Lang was on the east coast to appease the soldiers.

More than 10,000 people crossed the river calmly without any confusion.

An hour later, Wuting rose sharply against the current.

The place where we originally camped has become a desert. Some cattle and horses that were too late to evacuate were stuck in the mud, and food and equipment were soaked in sewage.

Deng Ai has been farming for decades and knows the geography and astronomy well.

In addition, he also dredged rivers in Huainan and built water conservancy projects, connecting Huaixi and Huaibei into one area. There were thousands of hectares of fertile farmland and thousands of miles of fertile fields. He wrote "On River Economics" and his understanding of water conservancy was unmatched by anyone in the world.

Against the backdrop of the rise of powerful clans in the Wei state, its national power still firmly suppresses Wu and Shu. To be fair, Deng Ai takes the lion's share of the credit.

However, as long as a ruler is long, an inch is short. Such a famous general of all time and the essence of China has ended miserably.

Time is also fate!

Yang Zheng stood on the high hill on the west bank, looking at the surging river, with the heavy rain hitting him, and felt inexplicably frightened.

Now it seems that winning the war against Qiang was such a fluke?

He knew how good Deng Ai was, but Deng Ai despised him.

If any of Deng Ai's teammates worked harder, Yang Zheng would probably be as tall as one person.

However, Yang Zheng could feel that the current Deng Ai was no longer the Deng Ai before. He was less arrogant and more cautious and ruthless.

With a click, the first pontoon bridge on the river was washed away in the blink of an eye.

Then came the second and third buildings.

In the huge rain curtain, a column of cavalry was looming.

More than a hundred riders were walking along the river bank. The leader was a man with a white beard and gray hair. His face was as cold as stone, and his eyes were like lightning. Through the rain curtain, he said, "Yang Zheng, kid——"

The shouts came intermittently amid the sound of rain, and the anger and hatred contained in them made people shudder.

Yang Zheng could understand his anger. This unfinished battle might be his last chance.

The retreat to Jincheng and the heavy rain were not conducive to Deng Ai's attack.

It is also not conducive to the Shu army's attack.

"Return to the city." Yang Zheng glanced at the east bank. The figures of Deng Ai and the cavalry gradually disappeared in the increasingly heavy rain.

Yang Zheng thinks it's almost done.

But on the opposite side, Deng Ai obviously didn't want to give up.

A dense rain of arrows shot out from the heavy rain, but fell feebly by the river.

It was as if reeds suddenly sprouted all over the place.

"Deng Ai, have you lost your mind and gone crazy?" Liu Heng spat.

Yang Zheng had an idea. If he didn't anger Deng Ai to death now, how long would he wait? He should inflict an indelible blow on Deng Ai's fragile mind.

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Deng Ai was already in his fifties, and he might have died before he could even take a breath. This would be none of his business.

No matter how far-fetched the Luoyang Sima Master is, he can't find the blame on himself.

"Get the gongs and drums team started." Yang Zheng roared.

Liu Heng was stunned for a moment, then laughed loudly and shouted as he ran: "Gong and drummer, gong and drummer!"

Soon, gong and drummers were summoned, and they stood in the heavy rain and started beating.

Maybe it was raining too much, and the sound of gongs and drums was as weak as eggplants beaten by frost.

But Liu Heng's loud voice had a miraculous effect, "Deng Ai, why don't you just die in the river!"

After a while, the rhythm of gongs and drummers came out.

Led by Liu Heng, a group of people danced happily to the rhythm of gongs and drums in the heavy rain.

There was also an impromptu limerick that taunted: "Deng Shizai of Nan'an plotted to fix Xiping, but God was not in favor, so my fate must be restored."

Yang Zheng once again lamented that there are talents among gongs and drummers.

Liu Heng and others shouted louder and louder, drowning out the sound of the heavy rain.

The soldiers on the west bank laughed and beat their chests and feet when they heard the sound.

I don’t know whether he was amused by Liu Heng or whether he was laughing at Deng Ai on the other side.

These people had all fought with Deng Ai in Poqiang, and they didn't think Deng Ai was that powerful.

But Yang Zheng knew that Deng Ai was holding his breath and preparing to avenge his shame.

This time, he was deliberately planning to build a fort to encircle him, and he was attacking in the east and west. He spent so much thought and made a big circle, but still let himself escape. He didn't know what Deng Ai would think.

The more noisy and noisy the west coast becomes, the louder the noise becomes, while on the east coast, there is only the sound of the pounding rain.

After knocking for half an hour, there was gradually no movement in the east.

The figure of the cavalry completely disappeared in the rain.

Liu Heng and the drummers and drummers lost interest.

"Scouts cross the river, be careful with sentries, follow Deng Ai, and don't let him out of sight." Yang Zheng stood in the heavy rain like the soldiers.

"Obey the order!" More than thirty scouts divided into several teams and dispersed upstream and downstream.

Returning to Lingju City, Yang Zheng immediately called for gongs and drummers and asked who had written the limerick.

A young man, Xuan Yilang, who was sixteen or seventeen years old, was pushed out by the crowd. He was a little embarrassed and said, "My subordinates are not very talented and have little knowledge, and they have polluted the general's ears."

Ninety-nine percent of people in this era are illiterate, so it is very rare to be able to write limericks that suit the situation.

Besides, when you read to the soldiers, you don’t need to be arrogant and have gorgeous rhetoric.

Yang Zheng said warmly: "What's your name?"

"Subordinate Wei Zhu."

"Jingzhao Webster?" Yang Zheng was stunned.

Wei Zhu looked even more embarrassed and uneasy, "He comes from a poor family."

But he didn't know that this kind of background was exactly what Yang Zheng wanted.

"Why do men need to ask about their origins? From today on, you will be promoted to the Xuanyi Order and responsible for the matters of playing, playing and singing in the army." Yang Zheng promoted him immediately.

Unexpectedly, Wei Zhu looked disappointed.

Playing, playing and singing was a matter for musicians and dancers, and since he was a passionate young man, he naturally didn't want to, but he didn't dare to disobey the order.

Yang Zheng smiled and said: "Don't worry, there will be a time in the future when you can show off your talents."

Wei Zhu then accepted the order and left.

In this era, the spiritual life of the soldiers and the people was really monotonous. They were either working or fighting, and they lived their lives like cattle and horses.

Yang Zheng thought it was time to add some fun to them.

If you listen too much to Xuanyi Si’s lackluster propaganda, your ears will eventually become calloused.

Why not change it to a more popular approach?

Meng Guan deserves great credit for being able to avoid the danger in advance this time.

Yang Zheng rewarded him with a hundred pieces of brocade and fifty catties of gold cakes.

Meng Guan thanked him but refused.

Because his prediction was wrong, the heavy rain did not last for five days. After the third day, it turned to light rain intermittently and lasted for seven days!

In Meng Guan's words, celestial phenomena are changing all the time, and the results of yesterday's observations will be different from those of today's observations.

However, this result made Yang Zheng even more impressed with Meng Guan.

After the heavy rain, the situation in Longyou changed again.

There were major problems with the food supply of the Shu army. The mountain roads were muddy and the transportation of food was inconvenient.

Liao Hua and other Shu generals were unable to attack Pi Dao for a long time, but were trapped on the north bank by the swollen Wei River, unable to advance or retreat.

Deng Ai's Duan Zhuo and Fan Zhen fought out from Didao and entangled Liao Hua's troops on the north bank of the Wei River.

At the same time, Guo Huai generals Li Fu and Liu Qin led five thousand troops out of Qishan Fort and prepared to attack Yinping.

The decline of the Shu army has been revealed.
Chapter completed!