Spoiling History: Starting from the Three Kingdoms

Meng Huo scolded Wang Ping for his harsh words:

"General Zhao Zilong is under the command of Duke Xuande. Last year, he had more than a thousand cavalry and attacked tens of thousands at night and defeated them."

"Zhang Wenyuan is a brave general under Cao Cao. Hefei has 8,000 soldiers and 100,000 soldiers."

"Which one can you beat?"

Wang Ping was immediately speechless.

Different from the other two passes, the southernmost pass connecting Runan was the first to achieve success.

Gan Xingba's hundreds of cavalry robbed and killed Cao Ying's courage, while Zhao Zilong's thousands of cavalry rode on the camp and bathed in blood.

After the great victory last year, Cao Jun took the initiative to retreat and abandoned Yiyang and Pingchun.

At that time, Gan Xingba was very excited, thinking that he could enter Runan with ease, but in the end, it was not beyond Zhao Yun's expectation. It would be difficult for them to move eastward from Pingyang.

Wenpin was stationed in Yichun in the north, and Cao Zhen was stationed in Xinxi in the east. On the vast plains around Anyang and 𫑡 County (𫑡 County sounds the same as Meng), wandering were Zhang Liao and his Bingzhou cavalry, and the even more difficult Bingzhou elite. ride.

Standing at the top of Yiyang City facing the rising sun, Xiang Chong couldn't put it down and played with this thing called a telescope.

It is said that even under the command of Duke Xuande, only a general with an army of horses and horses can possess this thing. General Gan Ning admired him and his uncle Xiang Lang worked diligently under Duke Xuande, so he lent it to him to play with. .

Recalling General Gan Ning's instructions, Xiang Chong turned the slightly wider side of the mirror outward, then closed his left eye and carefully placed his right eye on the narrow mirror.

Just like what I saw when playing with it before, the scenery a thousand steps away seems to be right in front of me.

In the shot, the cavalry on both sides show no fighting spirit at all. They are chasing each other on the vast plains. If you didn't know better, you might think they were racing a horse.

But General Gan once told him that this is what cavalry fights are like, urging the horses under the crotch to try to find the weaknesses in the opponent's cavalry formation, and at the same time try to cover up or prevent your own weaknesses from facing the enemy.

And in the end, just waiting for a fleeting opportunity to appear, the war will be won or lost in a split second.

Xiang Chong remembered that General Gan Ning once said helplessly that General Zhao had fought with Zhang Liao once before and won, but it was a pity that he failed to capture Zhang Liao at that time and was taught to use double stirrups by him.

Every time he talked about this matter, General Zhao felt full of pity. Then his uncle would comfort General Zhao and say that although he failed to capture Zhang Liao, he was able to relieve the crisis in Jingzhou and drive Zhang Liao back to Yuzhou, which was a great achievement.

Xiang Chong felt that his uncle was right, but now he also felt that General Zhao's helplessness was reasonable.

After all, he has also experienced double stirrups. The body is more stable, the weapon can be held more firmly, and it is more labor-saving. Although the advantages in each aspect are not obvious, for such elite cavalry, a little difference may be enough. Life and death.

So since there is almost no difference between General Zhao's Youzhou Cavalry and Zhang Liao's Bingzhou Cavalry, how can we win?

Xiang Chong held the telescope and looked at it for a while. Until his eyes were sore, he didn't see the two cavalry actually encounter each other once. He suddenly felt that it would be difficult to achieve any results today.

After putting down the telescope and stretching toward Chong, he suddenly realized: "Why hasn't the fog cleared up today?"

It is now halfway through October, and the season has entered autumn. A little mist in the morning is normal, but it is often wiped out soon after the sun comes out.

The sun has been rising for a while now, why is this fog...

Cavalry racing consumes not only the endurance of the horse, but also the physical strength of the rider.

Once again leading the athletes to draw an arc, Zhang Liao's eyes roamed Zhao Yun's route, eager to find his weaknesses.

The longer it took, and every time he thought of the lieutenant's elite troops who were chopped to pieces by a giant sword, Zhang Liao became more and more eager to defeat Zhao Yun.

Another turn of the horse, Zhang Liao felt that the smell he smelled on the tip of his nose seemed not right... He raised his head and looked past Zhao Yun's cavalry that haunted him, and further away was the morning mist that should have dispersed... No, that Not fog!

For a moment, Zhang Liao remembered that after Cao Ren's defeat, there were rumors among the soldiers on the battlefield that Guan Yu's cavalry soared into the clouds and rode in the mist.

So Zhang Liao immediately reined in his horse and raised his hands to signal retreat almost by instinct. But before he could say a word, the cavalry that had been competing with him here for many days suddenly ran into him.

Then there is no choice. Now it is obvious that he has fallen into the trap. If he retreats by force, he will probably be hunted down to death. The only way to survive now is to fight to the death!

"Bingzhou Erlang!"

"Roar!"

"Fight! Fight! Fight!"

A good general roars like a tiger, and a wolf cavalry in Bingzhou stirs up the remaining clouds.

Almost at the same time, the cavalry in front of Bingzhouer, who was sacrificing his life to save others, also let out a similar roar.

"Where justice reigns!"

"Life and death follow each other!"

The direct Confucian generals are all-powerful, and the Yi Cong of Youzhou follows them to death.

Above Yiyang City, Xiang Chong held his breath.

The somewhat choking mist that filled the air from behind danced on the camera, making the fighting he saw a bit more hazy.

He watched as General Zhao with a gentle smile was the first to plunge into the enemy formation, and behind him was the conspicuous General Gan, followed by Youzhou Cavalry one by one.

These Youzhou cavalry had been stationed in Yiyang before and had taught him how to ride a horse. They all laughed and said that he was a good young man who would join the army and whether he wanted to serve as a robe under General Zhao.

At this moment, Xiang Chong watched helplessly as these men, who might be his men, used their chests to resist each other's blows, and then nailed the long spears in their hands into the opposite body.

Xiang Chong even felt a little regretful. He didn't care about his uncle's attitude at that time and just agreed. What's the regret of dying with these comrades?

At the same time, he couldn't help but feel a violent anxiety in his heart:

Where is General Guan's cavalry that can fly in the clouds and mist? Hurry up and save the comrades!

Fortunately, the iron hooves are the drumsticks and the land of the Central Plains is the drum surface.

The dull drum sounded.

If the two elite cavalry of Youzhou and Bingzhou hit the infantry on the battlefield like a sharp blade.

What about the cavalry in front of him, whose armor seemed to be filled with blood and whose iron hooves were still stepping on clouds and mist?

Just like the fire of the Golden Crow, like the rising sun that ended the long night, the sky suddenly broke.

The defense line created by the cavalry, the obstacles created by flesh and blood and the forest of spears, were brutally penetrated to create a path.

The victory and defeat have been decided, and the battle is over.

As General Gan said, victory or defeat only takes a moment, but this moment is filled with lives, which makes it seem particularly long.

Zhang Liao lay on the ground panting, staring blankly at the sky, not wanting to move again.

The sky in his sight gradually became brighter, it should be that the inexplicable fog dissipated, and the battlefield gradually became quieter. With the sound of armor leaves rubbing against each other, a red face covered the sky.

"How long will Wenyuan lie down?"

"Yun Chang, please kill me to save my life..."

Before he finished speaking, Zhang Liao felt that he was pulled up rudely, and he was forced to stand up.

He was also forced to see the bodies of the Bingzhou men whose eyes had lost their spirits, and the silver-armored figure in the distance who seemed to be alive and cleaning the battlefield.

As if knowing his concerns, Guan Yu held his hands tightly, speaking slowly as always, but also reassuring him as always:

"Wenyuan, the expedition of the Han people in Bingzhou is over."

"The chaotic world is about to end. My brother wants to pacify the northern troubles and secure the border. Why did Wenyuan die here?"

These two sentences made Zhang Liao think for a while, and then he heard Guan Yu continue:

"Wenyuan fought several battles without sparing his life. He was no different from Wei and Huo in the Han Dynasty. Wouldn't it be a pity to die like this? However, persuading him to surrender would also tarnish Wenyuan's reputation."

"Now that you have been defeated, this battle has nothing to do with Wenyuan. Just promise to rest in Yiyang City for a few days for your brother until the battle is over. No matter the victory or defeat, you can come and go. How about it?"

Zhang Liao was confused for a while, and turned his head to see those Bingzhou men who had dismounted and were still alive. Now that the war was over, their eyes were filled with undisguised desire for life.

So he bowed deeply:

"Yunchang has been very kind to me."

"How dare I not obey?"

Guan Yu also breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that the trick he learned from his elder brother was really useful.

After this was said, the atmosphere on the battlefield was no longer so solemn.

But looking at the corpses of the men neatly arranged, Zhang Liao couldn't help but feel a sense of panic, and then his sight was blocked by a silver armor.

"General Zhang." Zhao Yun arched his hands:

"The previous small victory relied on the Mo Dao, and this victory relied on General Yunchang, all of which were luck."

"Now that the chaotic world is about to end, one day you and I will decide the victory or defeat by merit."

Also without waiting for Zhang Liao to say anything, Zhao Yun continued:

"After this battle, Lord Xuande will build the Jing'an Temple to sacrifice the heroic souls of the Han family and offer blood food."

"The men of Bingzhou will definitely be among them, don't worry, general."

After saying that, Zhao Yun turned around and left.

Behind him, Zhang Liao covered his face and tried to suppress his voice.

Finally, a drop of water flowed down his palm and fell into the pool of blood at his feet.