There are naturally hundreds of warriors with hundreds of heads. Monsters like warriors are like grass in spring. They cut one after another, and they grow one after another. As long as the warriors still have the fighting spirit in their hearts, it will be useless if they try their best.

Although Yang Ang and Yan Pu had already decided to retreat to advance and turn against each other, he was still unwilling to escape before fighting with Ma Chao and Taishici.

After all, he is Zhang Lu's most trustworthy general, and his own pride flows in his bones. After all, real defeat is a pretend defeat. For this battle, he has already paid the blood of thousands of brothers. How can he let the opportunity they exchanged for death be wasted?

"Brothers, kill me and drive all the thieves down!"

Yang Ang swung his big sword, jumped over the guard beside him, and cut the enemy who had just jumped out of the arrow into two pieces. Blood flowed down the blade, and the head as big as a bowl fell from his neck, rolling around along the corner of the wall, his eyes that could never be closed were full of unyielding.

"Yang Ang Dog Thief, I'll fuck your grandma!"

Seeing the robe tragically died under Yang Ang's knife, several soldiers from the Wang family army screamed like wolves, stuffed the steel knife into their mouths, bit them, freed up their hands and stomped the arrow and leaped down, rolled on the ground, stood up quickly, holding the handle of the knife in both hands and snatched towards Yang Ang.

As the saying goes: Enemies are particularly jealous when they meet.

Just now, the soldiers on both sides had been fighting hard to separate and die through the city wall, and naturally, let alone now. Their enemies were just a few meters away from the opposite side, as if they could reach it with just a stretch of their hand. The hatred, anger and unwillingness in their hearts could no longer be suppressed. Hundreds and thousands of soldiers collided fiercely like two torrents.

The swords and guns were raised, and flesh and blood were flying everywhere.

A Central Plains soldier had just jumped off the arrow stomping, and a Hanzhong soldier had already jumped up. The steel knife slashed the abdomen of the Central Plains soldier. Hearing a "sharp" sound, blood splattered. The Central Plains soldier had already been stabbed in the abdomen. The blade was about one foot long, and the red and green were still squirting out along the gap.

The Central Plains soldier screamed strangely, his eyes were as lightning as he looked at the Hanzhong soldier. The severe pain in the wound made his face look particularly ferocious, and sweat came out like a pouring rain, mixed with the remaining red blood, and soon soaked his armor all over, and his whole body was wet, as if a ferocious beast had just crawled out of the blood.

Suddenly, the Central Plains soldiers stuffed their intestines inwards, flew out with a squat and a knife, cutting off the soldier's legs, and then quickly made up for it as the soldier fell, then flew behind the soldier, hugged another Hanzhong soldier, and his legs bent and erected, and fell down the city wall like two huge rocks wrapped around each other.

"Damn it, they are all crazy people, a bunch of crazy people!"

A slightly green Hanzhong soldier suddenly screamed, dancing swords like a demon and circling in front of the formation.

Perhaps because there were few wars in the pass, perhaps because the soldier was too young, and the heroic spirit of the Central Plains soldiers did not arouse his hatred, while the tragic death of his two comrades made his heart's defense instantly lose.

Or this is what later generations call war trauma syndrome.

Unfortunately, no matter how crazy the soldier was, the Central Plains soldiers did not give him any mercy. They looked at Yang Ang, Yang Ren and all the soldiers in the pass, except for anger.

Brothers have already gone to the national crisis, how can they survive?

"The power of a spear is unyielding, and I am invincible!"

"kill!"

The Central Plains soldiers standing at the arrows stomped their mouths and roared together, using the sharp white wax spear, red tassel, phoenix-mouthed sword, ring-headed sword and iron armor in their hands to form a terrifying rope of death, which lie in front of everyone.

Magnificent and murderous intent.

They were as awesome as they were riding their horses and wielding their armor.

Before the Central Plains soldiers woke up, they felt a chill of vests. Several spears emerged from his chest. The tip of the spear was scarlet, as if they were still carrying some fragments of organs. The soldier smiled sadly and tried hard to turn his head back. A steel knife suddenly passed through his neck, and a head flew up, and the soldier was completely in dimness.

However, this is just the beginning. Once Pandora's magic box is opened, it is not easy to close it again.

More and more soldiers appeared in the stomp of arrows and appeared in Yang Ang's sight.

What's more important is that dozens of Hanzhong soldiers were piled up in front of Ma Chao and Taishi Ci. The feet of them were blank in front of and behind them. They stood proudly there, as if they were controlling the Yin-Yang Array Eyes in the Tai Chi Array Diagram, giving people the feeling that they could rush over to annihilate them on the spot at any time.

"Yang Ren, protect the military advisor and leave here!"

Yang Ang cut off several spears in front of him and shouted loudly at Yang Ren. The man had already risen into the air and landed beside Yan Pu. He swung the sword and forced the enemy troops to retreat and rushed forward. He pulled Yan Pu up and turned around and ran to the pass.

Seeing the demeanor of Ma Chao and Taishi Ci, Yang Ren had long lost the courage to compete with the two. Hearing Yang Ang's angrily shout, he hurriedly turned his body, kicked his feet, and slid out of the crowd like a swimming fish, following Yang Ang.

The defeat was like a mountain of fallen, and the departure of the two generals and military advisors made the Hanzhong soldiers lose their last support. They were like monkey groups on Mount Emei, and instantly took back the long sword and short blade and joined the fleeing army.

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The tragic sound of cow horns and drums sounded in the pass, the sound was desolate and the autumn throne was sad and gentle. Yangping Pass suddenly seemed to have a heavy snowfall. Inexplicable sadness rose in the hearts of the Hanzhong soldiers, as if they had suddenly lost something, and suddenly realized something. They turned their heads slightly and looked at the city gate that originally belonged to them. Then they turned around and turned into wild horses that had broken away from their reins and quickly stepped into the city gate leading to Nanzheng.

Ten years of life and death are inseparable, and you will never forget it without thinking about it.

A lonely grave thousands of miles away, nowhere to talk about desolation.

I don’t know what this horn represents, nor do I know whether this sadness means the final farewell between Hanzhong soldiers and Yangping Pass and life and death.

Following Yan Pu's soldiers from Nan Zheng, Yang Ang and Yang Ren's personal soldiers and their direct subordinates also ran away. The remaining soldiers on the city looked at the backs of the robes who had left again, and then raised their swords, swords, axes, halberds, moths and fired into the camp of the Wang family army.

Their actions were so resolute that their eyes showed endless sorrow and deep fatigue.

"kill!"

Ma Chao shot away a Hanzhong soldier who had not escaped and roared at the elite Xiliang on the city. He had already crossed the heads of everyone like a big roc spreading his wings, snatched the tiger-headed golden spear, and threw it away. The spear flew through the crowd like lightning and inserted it hard on the back of Yang Ren who was about to disappear.

Hearing Yang Ren screamed, then he saw a big hand stretching out from the city cave and pulling Yang Ren back, completely disappearing into the crowd.

Ma Chao sighed slightly in his heart, but Taishici had already brought a hundred soldiers to the city gate, kicked a Hanzhong soldier flying over, stabbed him in the throat with a shot, and roared an angry roar, pulled the iron rope of the city gate and pulled it hard. The soldiers followed his steps and held the rope in their hands and lifted it upwards and then tied it to their wrists.

With the sound of mechanical scoops, the city gate of Yangping Pass slowly rose, revealing a Yangguan Avenue leading to the inner gate.

With Wang Li's big flag waved, more than 200,000 troops flocked in, like the rolling Han River under Yangping Pass.
Chapter completed!