Pang Hui was halfway through the rush and heard a loud roar coming from the top of the mountain.

At his age, he could be Liu Heng's father, but he was called a child. Pang Hui was furious. But when he looked up, he saw the black cavalry pouring down the hillside like a mountain torrent. He was a little confused on the spot.

Dazed.

After more than a month of small-scale entanglement, both sides have a clear understanding of their respective strengths.

Boxing is afraid of young people. Pang Hui is forty-five years old and has passed his prime.

On at least two occasions, Pang Hui was almost killed by Liu Heng's mace.

Once he was rescued by Wen Yang, and once the soldiers around him died for him.

Now that I saw a mace among the cavalry, I suddenly felt guilty.

Not only did he feel guilty, but the cavalry around him felt guilty as well. Unknowingly, the horse's speed slowed down.

The Wenyang tribe on the right wing did not hesitate at all, and the war horses leaped past them with a neighing sound, and crashed head-on into the blue-black iron flow lava.

The moment the two groups of cavalry came into contact, clouds of bright red blood burst out.

Liu Heng and Meng Guan were condescending, Wen Yang looked up from the bottom, a long spear turned into a little bit of cold light, and the shot was very fast. A Liangzhou Jingqi who rushed towards him felt a gust of wind passing by, and felt a chill in his throat.

Liang ran a few steps, and blood spurted out from his neck.

Among the billowing black armor, the silver armor was extremely conspicuous. The maroon horse under its crotch was covered in blood, and it ran as if flames were rising.

Hundreds of cavalry surrounded him and killed him. The cavalry around Wen Yang were quickly dispersed, leaving only a hundred cavalry to guard him.

But Wenyang was like a flag that would never fall, rushing back and forth on the hillside. The long branches turned into dots of silver light, like falling flowers in the autumn wind. Within ten steps, everyone was either dead or injured.

No matter how many cavalrymen rush towards him, they can always find a breakthrough and break out of the encirclement. Although he is injured, it only stimulates his ferocity.

Before Yang Zheng could nod, Wen Yang seemed to have found his target and rushed up diagonally from the northeastern hillside. Blood and flesh splattered before Changsha.

Pang Hui and other cavalrymen were intercepted by Liu Heng and dispersed.

Only Wen Yang was like a favorite on the battlefield, coming and going as he pleased, and all the encirclement was of no avail to him.

His battlefield intuition is extremely keen, and he can avoid the encirclement of spear infantry and find gaps in the chaos.

Suddenly east and now west, now south and now north, tigers leap, dragons soar, and horses fly in the sky.

The silver armor on his body gradually turned blood red, as if a ball of flames was rolling across the battlefield.

He left Liu Heng who was chasing him behind.

Liu Heng was carrying the mace, and due to his own weight, he was far less agile than Wen Yang.

After chasing for a while, but to no avail, I simply abandoned Mandarin duck, cursed and led more than a thousand fine knights to look for Pang Hui's bad luck.

Without the pursuit behind him, Wen Yang was like a bloodthirsty tiger, looking at Yang Zheng who was more than a hundred steps away with a serious gaze.

The moment their eyes made contact, even though Yang Zheng had experienced many battles, he couldn't help but feel a chill rising from the soles of his feet.

"This man is so brave, why not shoot him!" Pang Qing suggested.

"Everyone in the world says that Wen Yang is brave enough to be worthy of ten thousand men. When we saw him today, it was true as he said. It's a pity that he can't be used by me!" Yang Zheng waved his hand, and two hundred personal guards around him lined up in front of the formation holding crossbows.

The two armies are fighting, and you will die. If Yang Zheng has the slightest hesitation, Wen Yang will kill him.

On the battlefield at the foot of the mountain, a battle was raging. The enemy and we were strangled together in formation, and spears more than two feet long were intersecting, stabbing each other repeatedly.

The Liangzhou army not only has elite cavalry, but also has the best spear infantry in the world.

In addition, Wang Ji's 10,000-step cavalry were already in a weak position and were trapped in a three-sided attack.

"Yang Xingyun, suffer death!"

There was a loud neigh of the war horse, and Wen Yang pounced on him like a mad tiger.

Yang Zheng didn't want to show mercy to him, and he also wanted to behead Yang Zheng.

However, this "Yang Xingyun" seems to show that Wen Yang still has some respect for himself.

If it was Pang Hui, he was either Yang Er or Yang Thief.

Yang Zheng stood up with his sword in hand. The more he felt threatened, the more blood surged in his chest, and he shouted: "Come on!"

The long sword is unsheathed, like a stream of swimming autumn water.

More than two hundred bows and crossbows fired in response, and there was no way to dodge at a distance of fifty steps.

The war horses raised their heads to the sky and screamed sadly, but three of the horsemen stood in front of Wen Yang and were shot into hedgehogs.

There were only thirty or forty horses left out of more than a hundred, and everyone had arrows stuck in their bodies, as if Wen Qin, who was running, had also been hit by an arrow in his shoulder.

Even in such a situation, he did not retreat, nor was he sad about Pao Ze's death. He only had Yang Zheng in his eyes.

Call——

The war horse jumped up, stepped heavily into the hands of the crossbow, held down the long spear, pulled out the steel whip, and swept it left and right, making the sound of shattering armor and bones.

The cavalrymen around Wen Yang were also chopped into pieces by the soldiers' swords.

Only six or seven knights fought their way out in blood.

Wenyang is still full of energy.

Yang Zheng sighed secretly in his mind, and a series of brutal people in history flashed through his mind.

The bravery of Yu is unparalleled throughout the ages.

Feather and fly, both are enemies of thousands of people!

Wenyang is getting closer and closer, twenty steps, fifteen steps, ten steps...

Above the earth mountain is a flat land used to place crossbows and catapults.

Now Yang Zheng does not have the advantage of being condescending.

Wen Yang's own cavalry rushed forward as if on the run, breaking through the defense of the soldiers, and risking his life to open a path to Yang Zheng for Wen Yang.

Pang Qing held up his shield and wanted to block Yang Zheng.

Wen Yang used the power of his horse to move forward, Pang Qing's shield was pushed away, his body was knocked away, and a soldier was stabbed to death.

However, this also slowed down Wenyang's momentum.

The cold light of the long tree came straight to the door in front of Yang Zheng, and the sound of the howling wind was like the howling of a hundred ghosts.

Ordinary people would probably not dare to move, close their eyes and wait for death.

Just like a field frog encountering its natural enemy, a snake, it even forgets its instinct to run away.

But Yang Zheng also fought his way out of a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood, and stepped on one natural enemy to get to where he is today.

Everyone who can't kill him and everyone he kills makes him stronger.

This kind of strength is not only physical and powerful, but also spiritual.

Once the hero draws his sword, the storm will rage for fourteen years!

"Hey!" Yang Zheng roared, using up all his strength in the past fourteen years, he swung his sword and slashed at the charging Wen Yang.

This loud roar seemed to pass through the battlefield, suppressing the chaotic battlefield.

Everyone's eyes are looking at the mountain, at that rider and that person!

In Yang Zheng's eyes, everything became extremely slow.

All he could hear was his own breathing, and all he could see was Wen Yang's eyes as fierce as swords...

Then, a huge force came along the left chest, and a few sparks appeared on the shoulder armor, which were the deviated long spears cutting into the cold forged armor.

At the same time, the deviated long sword also cut off the head of the galloping horse, and Wen Yang and his horse were thrown to the north.

Douchun and Changshan were scattered somewhere unknown, with their messy hair flying in the strong wind and carrying steel whips.

There is only one chance.

More than a hundred soldiers protected Yang Zheng who fell to the ground, with spears and big shields like hedgehogs on an iron wall.

Hundreds of soldiers surrounded Wen Yang on all sides.

Wen Yang grabbed a running horse with his backhand, took a deep look at Yang Zheng who was being protected by his own soldiers, and charged down the northern hillside where the troops were empty.

The feather arrow fell behind him, as if it could never catch up with his footsteps.

Occasionally, a few arrows would rush toward his vest, but as if there were eyes on his back, they would sweep the arrows away with a whip.

"General! General!"

Several voices around him shouted, and Yang Zheng regained his breath and wiped the blood on the corner of his mouth. If it weren't for the fine armor on his body, even if he wasn't stabbed to death by Wen Yang's long spear, he would have broken several bones.

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"Have you caught Wenyang?"

Everyone shook their heads.

Yang Zheng sighed secretly, he paid such a heavy price to let him run away. Now he can understand Master Sima's mood at that time.

Sima Division's 100,000-strong army didn't even leave him behind, and it's still the same now!
To be continued...