Half of the thirty-odd people were from the Wuwei camp.

Everyone looked at each other with big eyes and small eyes, some were fearful, some were eager to try, some were at a loss...

Yang Zheng had two choices at this time. One, take Pang Hui with him.

Second, escape on horseback.

However, in this battle involving hundreds of thousands of people, the power of individuals is ultimately too weak.

While he was still hesitating, Pang Hui was helped over by his own soldier King Asi.

Yang Zheng gritted his teeth and helped Pang Hui onto his horse.

It is impossible to fight. The Shu army has almost a hundred people, well-equipped and well-organized, but here there are only more than thirty people.

Fortunately, the Shu army also dispersed and went to hunt down the others.

After all, the Wuwei camp was the elite of Cao Wei. They were physically strong, and the mountains were high and the forests were dense. They found a ravine to hide in. In May, the mountain forest vegetation was lush, and there was no trace at all.

After more than an hour, the mountain gradually returned to calm.

"The general is awake! The general is awake!" Wang Asi said happily.

After feeding some water and dry food, Pang's complexion will improve.

Yang Zheng divided into one team to hunt, one team to look for water sources, and the other team to scout around to see what was going on outside.

When it was getting dark, the soldiers brought back water and prey, and also found some dry firewood.

But lighting a bonfire in the dark is tantamount to committing suicide.

There are Shu army scouts scattered in the mountains and forests.

Fortunately, a military guard named Linghu Sheng found a cave at this time. Everyone moved their nests and dared to light a small bonfire and use Pang Hui's iron helmet to boil some water. Yang Zheng and Wang Asi carefully prepared Pang Hui's fire.

Clean the wound.

Tear off a few pieces of clothing, boil and dry them, and make a simple bandage.

The soldiers cooked barbecue by themselves.

After a lot of fussing, it was already late at night when it was done.

Yang Zheng used the iron helmet to cook some soup and fed it to Pang Hui.

After drinking it, Pang Hui's face finally turned a little red, and he fell asleep soon after.

Most of the surrounding soldiers were also tired, and most of them fell asleep except for those who kept watch.

However, Yang Zheng couldn't sleep. Hearing the howling of wolves outside, his heart suddenly fluctuated.

Only after witnessing tragic death can we understand what the world is like now.

The scattered memories in my mind seem to have a deep connection with Cao Shuang.

Don't you think it's strange when you think about it, Wuweiying has always been a direct descendant of the Cao family, and the military lieutenant general is of course his.

But, how could Cao Shuang defeat Sima Yi?

This broken ship might sink at some point.

what to do?

Help Cao Shuang fight Sima Yi by relying on his knowledge of historical trends?

Immediately, Yang Zheng couldn't help but laugh at his own stupidity.

If Cao Shuang had listened to others' advice, he would not have suffered such a defeat.

In fact, at the beginning of the conquest of Shu, many people had warned him, but he refused to listen.

A person's character will ultimately determine his destiny.

Besides, will Cao Shuang listen to me about my identity?

Even if you listen, can you still fight against Sima and his son?

I am afraid that I will die in front of Cao Shuang when the time comes.

Tossing and turning, I fell asleep unconsciously.

I don't know how long I slept for, but I was woken up by the movement outside.

Yang Zheng felt as if he had returned to his military career in his previous life. Under the constant threat of life and death, and stimulated by the survival instinct, people were in a state of vigilance and would wake up at the slightest movement around them.

When he came out of the cave to check, it was Linghu Sheng practicing his sword.

His steps are nimble and his body is as light as a swallow. As he moves back and forth, the sword flashes in bursts, opening and closing, which is quite powerful.

At first glance, it looks like a killing move used in battle formations, with nothing fancy at all.

Yesterday, I was running away, focusing on Pang Hui and not paying attention to the others. When I saw Linghu Sheng today, I suddenly felt that this man was not simple. He was tall and long, with strong limbs and handsome face. He was a typical good boy from the Han family, and his gestures were

There is an air of masculinity and masculinity in the room, but also a bit of elegance.

He is about the same age as himself.

Linghu, Linghu, seems to be a common surname in this era.

When Linghu Sheng saw Yang Zheng, he lowered his posture, raised his hands and saluted: "General Yang."

"Good sword skills!" Yang Zheng praised sincerely.

Linghu Sheng smiled and said: "I dare to ask the general for advice!"

Yang Zheng was stunned for a moment and felt a little hesitant.

The original owner must be good at martial arts, otherwise he would not be able to join the military guard camp, let alone become a general with a hundred men.

But myself...

Others are coming to challenge me, so it’s impossible not to accept it.

Yang Zheng was also curious about his own skills.

In the chaotic world of swords and swords, it's definitely impossible to kill someone if you don't know how to do it.

Whether it's a mule or a horse, it has to be pulled out for a ride.

"If you dare to teach me, you and I will learn from each other." Yang Zheng pulled out the ring-headed sword from his waist and spoke very politely.

Seeing Yang Zheng lowering his attitude like this, Linghu Sheng was very fond of him and said, "The general is joking."

The two faced each other with knives.

Linghu Sheng's momentum was calm, but Yang Zheng felt a little uneasy.

The moment their eyes made contact, Yang Zheng took the lead in attacking, with no plan at all. He used a combination of martial arts fists and a flurry of chops.

The original owner's physical fitness was nothing to say. As he slashed, the muscles throughout his body adjusted based on memory, which gave him some momentum.

Linghusheng's defense is watertight.

After a while, Yang Zheng's true level was exposed.

Linghu Sheng was cautious at first, but then became a little careless.

No matter how much Yang Zheng slashed, he could never break through his defense.

I can't help but feel a little restless.

Of course, it was just a discussion. Both of them were cautious and did not try their best.

Just when Yang Zheng was running out of energy and his steps were chaotic, Linghu Sheng suddenly took a step forward, moved into a position, and squeezed into Yang Zheng's inner ring.

In the blink of an eye, Yang Zheng's knife could no longer slash. Unprepared, Linghu Sheng pushed forward with his backhand, and the back of the knife hit Yang Zheng's hand.

With a "pop" sound, Yang Zheng's knife fell to the ground.

"Good sword skills!"

Outside the field, the soldiers cheered.

Lian Pang would stand in it at some point.

Yang Zheng's face turned red. It was really shameful to be defeated by his subordinates like this, but in fact, his heart was clear. Linghu Sheng showed mercy. If life and death were to be fought on the battlefield, his wrists would be broken, and his head would fall to the ground.

Could it be that all those named Linghu are martial arts masters?

Yang Zheng thought of Linghu Chong.

There is nothing to say about his inferior skills, so he simply admitted openly, "Brother Linghu's swordsmanship is superb, and I am not as good as him."

Linghu Sheng panted slightly, his eyes a little confused, "General, I accept."

Yang Zheng said a few more polite words and his sincere attitude turned the confusion in Linghu Sheng's eyes into a favorable impression.

Although he failed, the gains were not without success.

Thinking back to a few days ago, at the moment of life and death, the instinct of the body exploded, like a sudden strike of a sword.

I have a little more understanding in my heart.

Pang Hui glanced at the two of them thoughtfully.

In the next few days, whenever he had time, Yang Zheng would consult with Linghu Sheng.

After all, they are similar in age, Yang Zheng is magnanimous, and Linghu Sheng is not a small-minded person, and he answers all questions.
Chapter completed!