The red sun is rising, and an arrow is coming from the west. The general raised his long sword in his hands like a moth that was blowing into fire toward the place where the sun rose.

The wind is whistling and the Yishui is cold, and the hero will never return once he leaves.

Looking at the lonely back in the sunlight, the tragic emotions instantly wrapped around Zhang Wei's heart. He raised his head and blinked his eyes and waited for the tears at the corners of his eyes to roll back into his eyes. Zhang Wei lowered his head and looked at the deputy general who had just pulled his reins: "I heard that Yang Jiong is also in Renju's team?"

Deputy General Yuan Jie nodded and sighed: "It's not just Yang Jiong, Yang Huan, the only son of Yang Jiong, is also under the general's command. However, he and his father and son are extremely low-key in dealing with people and things, and not many people in the army know the details."

The Yang Jiong that Zhang Wei and Yuan Jie talked about was Yang Ang's younger brother, while Yang Huan was the nephew of Yang Ang's son Yang Ang, the only seed of the Yang family.

A few tears that had just slipped back rolled out again with a hint of anger. Zhang Wei pointed at Yuan Jie angrily and shouted: "Since you already know that Yang Jiong and his son are in Ren Ju's team, why didn't they place them under the rule of this general? Are you going to make the entire Yang family die?"

Yuan Jie turned his head and pointed at a certain back in the back army, and smiled bitterly: "The general doesn't know that although the Yang family started with military merits, most of the families were rough men like benevolent generals, but the entire Yang family was deeply educated by the moral principles of loyalty and filial piety, and the whole family was full of loyal, filial and honest men.

General Renju is loyal and courageous, so there is no need to say much. Yang Jiong and his son are also stupid. They imitate General Renju everywhere on weekdays and often talk about loyalty and righteousness. At this moment, when they see General Renju leaving behind, they are afraid that they will immediately rush to the front line to live and die together, how could they do that at the last minute to escape?"

"The Yang clan is full of loyal and martyrs!" Zhang Wei wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes and shouted angrily at the soldiers behind him, "General Renju left us the hope of life. What else can we do besides fighting to the death? Brothers, the situation in Hanzhong is here. If you are a man, follow the general!"

The sword and shield soldiers had already wade the underground caltrops and deer firewood under the cliff. Zhang Wei roared and raised his sword and cut off several tripping ropes in the middle of the road. He grabbed his feet and the war horse had stabbed the mountain like a sharp arrow.

Hope is still in time!

Listening to the rumbling horse hooves and footsteps in his ears, Yang Ang seemed to feel Zhang Wei's indecisiveness and determination before leaving. He suddenly raised his long sword and smiled proudly, facing the speeding Xiliang Jinma Chao.

"Kill, the sons of Turtle, follow me to kill me!"

"I'm a fairy, Banban, if I don't kill him today, I'll write my surname in reverse!"

"Stop talking nonsense, Tian Laoer, your surname is also the same as Tian!"

Yang Jiong and Yang Huan looked at each other. Wang Jiong, Wang Huan, Tian Jiong, and Tian Huan in the formation, a group of soldiers with the same dream as Yang Jiong and others burst out of thin air, roaring and laughing wildly behind Yang Ang.

Sixty-five thousand army, except for the cavalry and nearly half of the infantry who went down the mountain, the entire rear army and half of the central army turned around and charged towards the woods under the rising sun.

The sun had risen, and the golden light seemed like a wisp of sharp arrows, which were reflected on the top of the mountain in Yangping Pass through the hurried iron armor and rippling soldiers. Xu Huang raised his hand to cover the dazzling light, and a cruel grin hung on the corner of his mouth. He took the order flag of the Wang family army and shouted to Taishi Ci and others: "Search for the Four Symbol Formation!"

Everyone, the Tai Chi Liangyi Four Symbol Formation was originally a large formation set up by the leader of Tongtian Sect during the Battle of the Gods. It is a formation based on the combination of the innate Eight Trigrams and the combination of the five elements in the east, west, north, and middle. The Four Symbol Formation is a formation with excellent offensive and defense practiced by Xu Huang based on the great formation passed down from ancient times.

"promise!"

Ma Chao, Taishici, Huang Zhong and Xu Huang's deputy generals clasped their fists and yelled, and stood in front, back, left and right directions. The swords, guns and sticks in their hands pointed forward, and 19,000 soldiers immediately turned into four torrents and gathered under their banners, sweeping towards Yang Ang and others.

There were sounds of killing on the top of the mountain, and the footsteps outside the forest were surging. The cold wind was like a knife cutting the face, and countless heroes were in the blood.

The air in the mountains and forests is like a pool of ice and snow condensed from the previous year. The wind cannot be blown away, the rain cannot be wiped away, and the sun cannot be melted. The shadow of death is shrouded in everyone's hearts, and the second large-scale showdown between the Wang Family Army and the Hanzhong Army is about to take place!

"knife!"

Ma Chao, who was at the front of the formation, roared suddenly, and more than 4,000 Xiliang warriors under his command took the scimitar on their backs and swung them forward. Only a "crackling" sound of breaking through the air was heard, densely packed, and the cloud-like weapons before the heavy rain enveloped a hundred meters in front of the formation.

"arrow!"

"spear!"

Before Yang Ang could adjust, Taishi Ci and Huang Zhong on both sides roared at the same time, and countless spears and sharp arrows flew up from the hands of the soldiers and bowstrings, and thrust forward. Ten thousand sharp weapons poured down like thunder in heavy rain.

The whole sky suddenly became pitch black.

"flash!"

As the general guarding the pass of Yangping Pass, Yang Ang was also well aware of the dangers of the battlefield. Seeing that the dark clouds and lightning above his head became more and more urgent and dense, he naturally knew that the normal defensive formation might not have a miraculous effect, so he hurriedly shouted at the flag-holding soldiers.

However, he forgot that if he had been on the flat ground, his magical stroke might have really avoided the fatal blow of the Wang family army, but now, his voice completely exposed his mediocrity.

There is no place on the top of the mountain except a path close to the abyss that can make his men move?

"Raising the shield!"

The flag-holding soldiers were stunned, hesitated in their hearts, and shouted an order that was completely different from Yang Ang. When the soldiers woke up and rushed to raise the shield in their hands and carried it in front of them, nearly 5,000 people had already run out of the 30,000 troops. The airtight defensive formation, which was usually airtight, was like a broken cave without a roof.

Countless spears, sharp arrows and scimitars were inserted from the top and oblique directions of the "cave" like lightning falling from the sky, and pierced hard on the soldiers' chests, foreheads, thighs and arms.

For a moment, blood splattered around people and horses.

"Run!"

Yang Ang blamed himself in annoyance, then glared at the flag-holding soldiers with resentment, and lit up the knife in his hand at the horse again. The army under his command slightly tidied up the formation, and Yang Ang ran back like a tide.

Yes, they are not the famous Xiliang army, nor are they the camp that intimidates the princes, nor are they the Wang family army that scares and kills people. They are just a group of Hanzhong soldiers who can eat enough to prevent their homes from being violated and to be able to eat three meals a day.

However, they also have their pride and their passion. They are willing to sacrifice themselves and dare to take down the emperor. The Yellow Turban Army, who was solely a group of mud legs, made Zhu Yan, the famous general of the Han Dynasty at that time, suffer a lot of money. How could they be willing to fall behind others?

The sword light and the sword rain, and the flesh and blood flew everywhere.

They didn't care about the sharp arrows ahead or the scimitar above their heads. They dragged their guns and carried their swords like small boats moving forward against the current, and rushed forward desperately. The troops of less than 30,000 people actually walked out of the momentum of 70,000 to 80,000 people.
Chapter completed!