The sound of horse hooves was getting closer and closer, violent and dull.

Zhao Ahqi mobilized 300 crossbowmen from the north, but he disappeared in the mist.

Time is tight and we can only summon so many.

More people stood firm in the heavy fog.

Yang Zheng could see the white air coming out of the war horse's nose and mouth, as well as the shining long knife, "Fire the arrow!"

When the crossbowman steps forward, there is almost no need to aim.

With a "buzz" sound, the crossbow arrows were shot out at the same time.

"Uu——"

The war horse let out a fierce scream and suddenly fell into the morning mist.

But such casualties could not dampen their determination.

"The King of Qin is here, who are you waiting for? Get off your horse quickly!" Zhao Aqi's roar came from fifty steps to the west.

This shout also allowed the other party to find the target.

The war horses neighed loudly in the mist.

"Success or failure depends on this one move, you and I will kill Yang Thief!" A powerful roar sounded.

The war horses in the mist turned around and rushed towards Zhao Ahqi.

"Fire the arrow! Fire the arrow!" Yang Zheng whispered.

Crossbow arrows shot through the morning fog and shot at the cavalry.

The men and horses screamed violently, but the enemy was obviously determined to die.

The horse's hooves roared and crashed into the direction of Zhao Ahqi.

Then there was the muffled sound of flesh and bone hitting the iron shield, screams, the crisp sound of spears tearing bones apart, and the dull sound of knives striking armor...

"Kill Thief Yang!" More and more cavalry came out of the mist.

Soon there was the sound of horse hooves breaking bones.

Behind this group of cavalry, there were two small groups of cavalry following them. They used a completely desperate approach and directly hit the spears and large shields of the infantry formation with their flesh and blood bodies.

From time to time, a cloud of blood mist burst out from the gray-white morning fog.

"Yang Thief, today is your day of death!" A man yelled with a wild laugh.

Yang Zheng rode on Wuyu, took the long spear, and shouted: "Zhao Ahqi must be saved!"

There are fewer and fewer brothers in the Wuwei camp, but Yang Zheng cherishes everyone.

Zhao Ahqi stayed dormant in Shu for nearly ten years for the sake of the Qin Dynasty. This kind of perseverance is definitely not something ordinary people can persist.

Now Zhao Aqi deliberately exposed himself to protect himself and attract enemy cavalry to charge.

The hardest thing to unite is the people's hearts.

Those who work to put out fires for the Qin Dynasty must not die in the wind and snow.

"Your Majesty, my subordinates can just lead a group of troops to attack!" Yang Ji took the initiative to stand up and said.

"No need to say more, just protect me!" Yang Zheng felt that it would be safest to charge with the soldiers.

"Wei!" Yang Ji also got on his horse.

At a distance of dozens of steps, the soldiers, infantry and cavalry cooperated with each other and killed them in the blink of an eye.

The bloody storm rushed towards him, and Yang Zheng felt as if he had returned to the past again. The blood in his body was so hot that his long legs turned into phantoms.

The enemies in front fell off their horses one after another.

Lin Sen held a strong bow and guarded the left and right sides. Whenever an enemy came, he could kill him with one arrow.

Yang Ji rushed in front, carrying a spear used by infantry. Every time the spear was thrust out, it could kill an enemy.

This kind of arm strength and eyesight are truly extraordinary.

I used to think that he was more of a scribe, but I didn't expect that he was also a capable general on the battlefield.

The Hongnong Yang family is truly extraordinary.

"Good martial arts, take the spear!" Yang Zheng threw his long spear to him.

Yang Ji grabbed it with his left hand, but did not throw away the spear in his right hand. He swung the spear from left to right and stabbed two more people to death immediately.

A burst of cheers broke out from the surrounding soldiers.

With such a brave general, there was no need for Yang Zheng to take action. He just followed Yang Ji, surrounded by Lin Sen and other personal guards.

The enemy army really thought that King Qin was in front and did not care about what was behind them.

"Kill the Yang thief! Kill the Yang thief!"

The man's voice was trembling and even a little distorted.

If Yang Zheng is really killed, the rise of the Southern Huns is inevitable.

Yang Zheng sneered in his heart, it's a pity that this day will never come.

Attacked from both front and back, the cavalry quickly became unable to withstand it and fell off their horses one after another.

The rest were also surrounded by supporting infantry.

The enemy repeatedly attacked hard, but could not get out of the trap.

The infantry formation shrank, and the space for the cavalry to move became smaller and smaller.

"Liu Yuan is here, can Thief Yang dare to fight to the death?" The roar was like thunder, like a ferocious beast trapped in a cage.

It turned out to be Liu Yuan. No wonder this cavalry was so fierce and fearless, able to kill in front of him, almost charging with flesh and blood.

Unfortunately, it can only go so far.

After a night of running and fighting, the morning sun is hanging in the sky, and although the morning fog has not faded, it has become much lighter.

Gai Xin's thirty-odd riders gradually appeared, and almost everyone had arrows stuck in their bodies.

The man at the head was tall, wearing green armor and a long beard. He suddenly looked like Guan Gong in the later Romance of the Three Kingdoms.

Liu Yuan is a hero in history, but the sons he gave birth to are somewhat difficult to describe.

The ferocious beast is about to die, and its momentum is astonishing.

The people of Qin have always been martial. Liu Yuan has a tall and handsome appearance and an extraordinary face. He roared and wanted to fight in a duel. The Qin army felt more or less respect for him.

"You are just a thief chieftain, how can you compete with the king? Someone is enough to take your head!" Yang Ji dropped his spear, straightened his long spear, and walked into the formation.

Liu Yuan's eyes were exceptionally bright, as if two sharp arrows had penetrated the mist. "Yang Zeiteng claims to be a hero, but he teaches a yellow-haired boy to go into battle, which only makes the world laugh!"

Yang Zheng couldn't help but wonder, if cats and dogs came to challenge him, would he still be alive?

Besides, are you fucking qualified to fight in a duel?

Sima Yan is here and it's almost the same.

Yang Jichang laughed, "If you die in the hands of a yellow-haired boy, you will really make the world laugh!"

Liu Yuan's eyes sharpened and his long beard fluttered, "Okay, today I will behead you first, and then take Thief Yang's life!"

The two men flapped their horses and charged towards each other, their long swords turning into a silver light.

When he got closer, the silver light disappeared, as if swallowed by the mist.

The war horses passed by each other, and everyone held their breath.

Yang Zheng also looked at the battlefield nervously.

Suddenly, Yang Ji's horse fell to the ground, and he fell down as well.

Lost?

The cavalry charge is extremely dangerous, and victory or defeat only depends on a moment. No one with superior martial arts will definitely win.

Yang Zheng couldn't help feeling disappointed.

If you win this kind of one-on-one duel, it can greatly boost morale. Likewise, if you lose, it will have a huge impact on morale.

Yang Ji's level of pretentiousness is almost as good as Liu Heng's, and sure enough, he got retribution...

Just raised his hand, ready to let the crossbowmen shoot them.

Suddenly a burst of cheers erupted from the surroundings. It turned out that Yang Ji stood up again, raised his arms and said, "Come again!"

However, at this moment, Liu Yuan's body on the horse fell sideways...

A false alarm.

"Wonderful victory! Wonderful victory!"

The soldiers stepped forward, chopped down the other standing enemy soldiers with their swords, and raised Yang Ji and threw him high.

The cheers spread from outside the city to inside the city, and gradually turned into "Long live the Qin Dynasty! Long live the king!"

Yang Zheng also laughed.

Liu Yuan is dead, and the Southern Huns are also finished!

The morning fog gradually dispersed, and the Qin army cheered for victory all over the mountains and plains.

"Yang Ji listened to the order and led 10,000 cavalry to sweep the five southern Xiongnu tribes for the Qin Dynasty!" Yang Zheng looked him up and down, but found no wounds.
Chapter completed!