"Captain!" Several people's faces turned red.

Yang Zheng held the Chinese-collared sword in his hand and grinned, revealing his sharp white teeth, his eyes filled with murderous intent, "Do you still have any objections?"

To be kind when you shouldn't be kind is to be cruel to yourself.

War has always been fought by all means.

Even if a few people had objections, they could only swallow it down. There were still veterans from the Wuwei camp who brought them to Yang Zheng.

"As long as you survive today, you will be my life and death brothers, Yang Zheng, from now on!" Yang Zheng shouted to the Qiang crowd.

Since the Han Dynasty, the Qiang people have been discriminated against and exploited by the Central Plains dynasty. Anyone who treats the Qiang people slightly well will also receive support from the Qiang people.

Bian Zhang, Han Sui, Ma Teng, Dong Zhuo...

There are definitely not many Qiang people who regard them as brothers.

This era is the era when noble families are flourishing. They even look down on ordinary Han people, so how can they look at the Yi people in the border areas?

Yang Zheng thought they didn't hear clearly, so he yelled again, "As long as you survive today, you will be my life and death brothers, Yang Zheng!"

As if in an instant, the bloody nature of the Qiang people was activated, and they roared hysterically: "Fight to the death! Fight to the death!"

The Qiang chief's eyes suddenly became a little complicated.

Yang Zheng couldn't care less about what they were thinking, so he got off his horse and left three camp commanders, Yin Chun, Zhou Fang, and Yuan Xiao, to train their horses and act as backup.

He then strode northward with a hundred soldiers and seven Qiang chiefs, heading straight for the Shu army camp.

The Qiang people were extremely excited, and they let out wolf-like roars one after another, which were transmitted in the billowing smoke, echoed among the green mountains and green waters, and gradually became more and more passionate on the battlefield where blood and flesh were flying everywhere.

Like an ancient horn.

There is a touch of desolation in the sunset.

There is no difference between Qiang people and Han people in Yang Zheng's mind at this moment.

Some people randomly picked up broken spears, broken knives, and broken armor on the ground and hung them on their bodies.

In war, morale always comes first.

No matter how powerful your opponent is, as long as you dare to show your sword, you still have a chance to win.

Through the smoke, the Shu army did not know the reality.

Yang Zheng sent his troops to attack the Shu army's rear formation.

The bravery of the Qiang people was fully displayed. They were like crazy tigers, carrying broken spears and broken knives, and leaped into the Shu army's infantry formation.

Even if you are cut into a sieve by a spear, you must move forward hard and throw out the weapon in your hand at the last moment of your life.

Yang Zheng was also infected by this heroic spirit.

The blood boils in my heart, and then it burns.

"Kill!" He roared, holding the Huajing sword and crashing into the spear array. More than a hundred soldiers around him tightly guarded him, resisting countless spear points and blades.

Arrays and on-the-spot commands are useless. Only bravery is the best command.

Only in chaotic warfare can the Qiang people's bravery and bravery be fully utilized.

Wherever the sword light passes, everything will be cut down.

At this time, Yang Zheng was selfless, not selfless, and selfless, and had completely integrated into the killing.

All the hidden swordsmanship instincts in the body are released.

It comes like thunder to calm down its wrath, and it ends like the clear light of the river and sea!

The blood flooded everything in front of him.

Shouts, screams, and the neighing of war horses passed through my ears like a strong wind.

In the smoke and dusk, Yang Zheng couldn't see clearly ahead, and everything seemed unreal.

Only killing is the most real.

Only killing can open a way forward.

Just when Yang Zheng thought this killing would last forever, the sound of rapid horse hooves awakened him from his nightmare.

The heavy sound of horse hooves seemed to crush the earth!

The elite cavalry of the Shu army finally launched.

From north to south, it is like a bolt of lightning striking the side and back of the Qiang people.

The Qiang people's wails suddenly sounded one after another in the dusk.

Some were hung on spears, and some were trampled under iron hooves.

The war horses of the Shu army are high-spirited and strong. They look like excellent Liangzhou horses. The impact created by more than a thousand cavalry is like a torrent.

But the Qiang people were also aroused.

Some people hugged the horses' hooves, while others held up their broken spears and broken knives, and bravely charged into the cavalry...

Then they and Shuqi turned into a pool of blood mist.

Yang Zheng's heart was bleeding, and a huge feeling of powerlessness spread in his chest.

No matter how many times he wielded the Huajing sword, the Shu army would never stop killing them.

"General!" There was a loud sound of horse hooves from behind, and Yin Chun and Zhou Fang rushed up with their cavalry.

Their arrival immediately attracted Shuqi's attention.

The two sides looked at each other like old enemies.

The Shu cavalry immediately separated half of its cavalry and rushed towards them.

Yang Zheng felt a chill in his heart and stayed behind them. His original intention was to retain some strength so that if the battlefield was irreversible, he could help him leave.

However, the fierce fighting between the Shu army's cavalry made them unable to hold back any longer.

In such a chaotic battlefield, it is not easy to clearly judge the situation.

The cavalry from both sides approached quickly.

Use light cavalry to attack the opponent's heavy cavalry head-on, and the results can be imagined.

Yang Zheng's heart rose to his throat.

However, the next change made Yang Zheng "greatly relieved". The cavalry on his side suddenly turned around, drew an arc on the battlefield, and rushed into the night and smoke to the east.

This move is extremely beautiful, more flexible than Yang Zheng's command, like a cunning fox that appears and disappears in the night.

Wuweiying is worthy of being a veteran of the battlefield, and Yin Chun and Zhou Fang are also worthy of being entrusted with important responsibilities.

The Shu army's cavalry was condescending and had great momentum. It was far less nimble than the light cavalry and could not retreat its legs, so it could only head south.

With the arrival of five hundred heavy cavalry, the battlefield situation changed completely.

The Qiang people rose up again and tried their best to kill the Shu army's infantry formation.

To the east, where the cavalry had passed, bursts of screams could be heard.

If during the day it was advantageous to the formidable and well-trained Shu army, then at night the advantage gradually shifted to the Qiang people.

The howls of wolves came and went. The Qiang people did not have an array, but retreated and advanced like a pack of wolves.

The cruel living environment has already tempered their fighting instincts.

Everyone is an excellent hunter.

Hunting overwhelmed prey in the dark.

At this time, the fire in the north had long been extinguished, and only the occasional dark flame made a "beep" sound, flashed an obscure dark red, and went out in the blink of an eye.

The Shu army's formation continued to shrink, relying on each other.

The cavalry also lost its role.

Although heavy riding is unstoppable, there are too many restrictions, including physical strength, terrain, weather, day and night...

No matter how powerful Jiang Wei is, he can't let his heavy cavalry charge in the dark.

Learning war from war, Yang Zheng couldn't help but think of a secret in the dragon-slaying technique.

A nation that has survived for nearly a thousand years naturally has its own unique features.

Yang Zheng and his soldiers retreated into the night and lay on the ground.

In the darkness, wolves howled one after another, which was the sound of the Qiang people echoing each other.

As soon as he heard the footsteps around him without the howling of wolves, Yang Zheng suddenly rose up and charged into the formation.

Although this kind of battle is slow, it is extremely effective.

With a "Peng" sound, a flame ignited in front of the Shu formation.

But the flames also revealed their location.

Countless broken spears and knives flew toward their heads in the darkness...
To be continued...