Let’s see who can’t stand it first in the cold northwest wind.

Chase during the day and camp at night.

Even when they were sleeping, they kept one eye open and stared at each other.

The next day, Jiang Fane's food was delivered.

With food, the soldiers' physical strength can be restored.

Ye Sujiang realized something was wrong, so he quickly put on his cavalry, abandoned more than a thousand infantry and ran away.

When the infantry saw him running away, they dispersed.

Zhang Te and Jiang Fane looked at each other, "General..."

Yang Zheng swallowed the rice in his hand and said, "Chase!"

Kill him while he's sick.

Now he is weak. If he returns to Jishi Mountain safely and gets the support of King Yewudai of Hu King of the West Sea, he may not have a chance.

In the ice and snow, the roads are rugged, and the cavalry is not fast. If they encounter a mountain pass, they are not as fast as the infantry.

Just as Yang Zheng expected, after chasing for two days, he finally caught up with them at Zhongzu Ridge.

It is impossible for a war horse to run for a long time in such weather and road conditions.

There were a thousand cavalry a few days ago, but now there were less than 700 left.

Not only horses, but also people have lost their shape.

However, reinforcements from Yesujiang also arrived. There were nearly four to five thousand Hu and Qiang people scattered all over the mountains and plains.

Two to three hundred people from Yang Zheng's tribe also fled on the road, mostly Qiang people.

The core soldiers and Han troops did not escape.

Ye Sujiang led the cavalry and yelled: "Young son Yang Zheng, you will die here today!"

Yang Zheng clearly heard a hint of weakness in his gnashing of teeth and curses.

He couldn't run anymore.

Looking at the Qiang soldiers around him, they also looked exhausted.

They all relied on the veterans of the Wuwei camp to inspire them.

"Form up, form up!" Zhang Te shouted.
Chapter completed!