Pang Hui woke up, and everyone seemed to have found their backbone again.

Yang Zheng felt a lot more at ease.

After two days of hibernating in the jungle and resting, Pang Hui's health improved greatly, and he began to continue heading north cautiously.

I only walked a dozen miles in one day.

Half the time is spent searching for food and water.

Pang Hui selected thirteen strong men as scouts, and sent out sentries in front, back, left, and right.

On the way, he defeated small groups of Shu troops many times, gathered many defeated troops, and expanded his team.

In the next two days, the defeated troops continued to gather together, and the team expanded to 800 people.

Pang Hui became a hands-off shopkeeper and handed over all the food, drinks and food for 800 people to Yang Zheng.

There is no problem with twenty or thirty people. They can do hunting and collect corpses on the battlefield, but eight hundred people will be difficult.

Fortunately, there are many low-level officers in the remnant army. As long as they are properly organized, it will not be difficult to manage them.

But everything is based on the premise of not being hungry.

Yang Zheng racked his brains to maintain logistics, relying on wild fruits and vegetables, hunting, searching for corpses, and occasionally finding a horse corpse to barely survive.

But this is not the way to go.

The weather is getting warmer, and there are fewer and fewer horse carcasses and prey.

Water sources are also becoming less and less.

Moreover, they were not the only defeated army in Luo Valley.

Sometimes, in order to snatch food, the same Wei army would draw their swords against each other.

When a person is extremely hungry, he can do anything.

Yang Zheng saw with his own eyes that many corpses had signs of being gouged out.

However, when there are more people, people's hearts begin to become complicated.

Even these eight hundred people were divided into several groups.

Yongliang army, Wuwei camp, Zhongba camp, Zhongjian camp...

It was all suppressed by Lieutenant General Pang Hui.

Yang Zheng also gathered eighty-seven soldiers from the Wuwei camp around him, making him the third largest force in the remnant army.

The first was not Pang Hui, but the Yongliang Army, with nearly three hundred people under the command of Captain Du Zhan.

Du Zhan was born into the Du family, a wealthy family in Guanzhong, and was very prestigious in the Yongliang army.

The second is Pang Hui.

Wherever there are people, there are rivers and lakes.

The Yongliang army seemed to have transferred its resentment towards General Cao Shuang to Yang Zheng. The friction never stopped, either for water or for food.

However, everyone was polite in front of Pang Hui.

"General, baggage! I found the Shu army's baggage!" Wang Asi reported back with a look of ecstasy.

Pang Hui, Du Zhan, Yang Zheng and several village chiefs stood up at the same time.

Although the Shu army could travel through the mountains and forests, their baggage could not, and they had to go through the Luo Valley.

The harsh environment of Luo Valley also restricted the Shu army.

"How many enemies are there?" Pang Hui said solemnly.

Wang Asi was stunned and hesitated: "One, one thousand, two thousand?"

Scouts are the eyes and ears, and have always been the elite of the army. They must be both agile and mentally sharp. These temporary workers are obviously not qualified.

Pang Hui's face darkened, "Is it one thousand or two thousand?"

There was a sudden chill all around.

Pang Hui seemed to be a different person, cold and stern.

Perhaps only in this way can we lead the way.

"A thousand Shu troops! The rest are civilians." Wang Asi's whole body trembled.

Pang Hui lowered his head and remained silent. Du Zhan glanced at Wang Asi with gloating in his eyes.

"What do you think?" Pang Hui glanced at Yang Zheng, Du Zhan, and several village leaders.

Du Zhan was the first to say: "If we catch them by surprise, we will be able to defeat the Shu army in one fell swoop."

Pang Hui looked at Yang Zheng again.

Yang Zheng cupped his hands and said, "I can only give it a try."

The eyes of the surrounding soldiers flashed with a ghostly light, like extremely hungry wolves.

Pang Hui stood up and glanced at everyone, "Yes, I can only give it a try! All the troops will follow me to intercept and kill the Shu army!"

With 800 elite soldiers attacking a thousand heavy troops and unarmed civilians, the chances of victory are quite high.

Wang Asi led the way, followed by more than 800 people. After climbing over two hills, they saw a long snake winding in the canyon.

The farmer pushed the wooden cart forward slowly.

The Shu army held spears and guarded both sides of the baggage. Their appearance was neat and their morale was high.

Among them there were many soldiers holding swords in one hand and shields in the other, and more than a hundred cavalry were patrolling back and forth.

Yang Zheng took a cursory look and found that the Shu army numbered about two thousand.

At first glance, he looks elite.

A strange silence suddenly spread.

There was a look of retreat on everyone's faces.

But if there is no food, this team of 800 people will also collapse.

In fact, there is no choice anymore.

Pang Hui's face darkened again, "Wang Asi!"

Wang Asi's face was extremely ugly. He ran over and knelt in front of Pang Hui, "General, please forgive me..."

Before the last word was finished, there was a "clang" sound, and the ring-headed sword was already unsheathed. In everyone's frightened eyes, the blade slashed down. Wang Asi's head still fell to the ground, with blood on his neck.

Spray.

A few drops of blood splashed on Yang Zheng's face, but it was still warm.

Wang Asi's head slowly rolled to his feet, his still-dilated pupils facing him, with a look of surprise and fear on his face.

Pang Hui was seriously injured in the past few days, and Wang Asi took care of him tirelessly, running back and forth.

If even he can be killed casually, then who else here can't be killed?

Yang Zheng couldn't help but tremble in his heart.

Pang Hui held up the blade without a drop of blood on it. His cold eyes swept over everyone, "Those who dare not die are all like this!"

Everyone was shocked and all looked serious.

"Yang Zheng, lead your headquarters to attack the front, attract the main force of the bandit army, and wait until they are in chaos. Du Zhan will lead his headquarters to attack behind, and I will attack the front!" Pang Hui gave orders one after another.

"No!" Du Zhan bowed in front of Pang Hui, but stared at Yang Zheng from the corner of his eye.

Yang Zheng understood Pang Hui's intention instantly.

In short, he was used as bait to disrupt the Shu army and test its combat power.

And if the Shu army remains calm in the face of danger and has strong combat power, Du Zhan and Pang Hui will most likely not take action and just sit back and watch themselves being swallowed up by the Shu army.

A chill rose in Yang Zheng's heart. Speaking of which, he was Pang Hui's savior, and he stabbed himself in the blink of an eye.

"Did you hear that clearly?" Pang Hui's solemn gaze was like a sword in his hand.

Yang Zheng quickly bowed down and said, "No!"

"Okay, if I can return to Luoyang this time, I will take credit for you, share the wealth, and never break my promise!" Pang Hui's face became kind, and he sheathed his sword as if nothing had happened.

Under his feet, Wang Asi's blood slowly flowed.

Yang Zheng took a deep breath and walked back to the soldiers of the Wuwei camp.

Although everyone was resentful, the military orders were overwhelming and no one dared to resist.

As the elite of the Wei State's central army, the Wuwei Camp has experienced many changes over the decades and has never lost its bloodiness and bravery.

Yang Zheng said nothing, holding the knife and walking in front.

This is the way the world is, everyone is dancing on the tip of a knife.

If you see too much death, you will naturally disregard life and death.
To be continued...