Three Kingdoms: Ancestors of the Han Dynasty

Chapter 312
The hundred cavalry led by Wang Ping charged directly at Zhang He's army.The fleeing Wei soldiers encountered on the road had no time to take care of them, but just drove them away.

This battle was crucial, so Wang Ping, the general of the whole army, took the lead and led the charge very riskily, regardless of his own safety.

Wang Ping, who was over forty years old, was inevitably declining in physical strength and energy, and he could no longer compare with the time when he accompanied the emperor Liu Chan to the east a few years ago.And as he was in a high position, his martial arts also began to decline, but what did not change was his fearless courage to move forward.

Among the crowd that has just assembled in a hurry, there are no more than fifty people in armor, and there are very few Wei soldiers who can ride horses, and these people will definitely become obstacles in their way!
"Kill over..." Facing the dense crowd of Wei soldiers ahead, Wang Ping clenched his horse and shouted.

The moment the horse sprinted, Wang Ping had already selected the target.It was a cavalry pawn of the Wei army, dressed in a set of excellent Mingguang armor, holding a spear, extremely elite.

However, just as Wang Ping's horse lance was tucked under his arm, ready to charge with force, dozens of feathered arrows shot from behind, whistling.

Almost in an instant, dozens of sharp arrows shot from close range landed on this Wei Qi. The arrows pierced through the armor and made a puffing sound, and immediately shot him into a hedgehog. Blood sprayed out, a huge impact He fell to the ground with force, splashing dust.

Wang Ping heard the arrows whizzing towards his ears, and couldn't help but feel chills on his back. These arrows passed close to his body, and none of them scratched him, and they were extremely accurate.

Wang Ping knew that this was the elite cavalry archer Zhao Yun had left for him, so he wanted to prevent himself from being injured when he charged.Shoot the most dangerous Wei Qi with an arrow.

When Wang Ping was about to feel displeased, a Wei soldier in front of him stabbed with a spear.

Wang Ping shuddered, sideways to avoid the stabbing spear, grabbed the shaft of the spear with his left hand and yanked it violently, just as he was about to abandon the spear and draw his sword to chop.

Another sharp arrow came through the air and hit Wei Zu in the chest.

Instantly, Wang Ping felt the force from the opponent's spear loosen. Taking the opportunity to release his left hand, he drew out the Tiger Mighty Sword worn at his waist and stabbed at Wei Zu.

Very easily, the Tiger's Might Sword pierced through the unlined garment and pierced into the chest. Blood spurted out along with the wound, staining the skirt of the shirt red.

Wang Ping drew out the Tiger Mighty Sword, holding the sword in his left hand and the lance in his right. If he opened a path of blood, he headed towards Zhang Yun, with several elite cavalry and archer guards closely guarding the left and right behind him.

Faced with this scene, the old Zhang Yun was not afraid to draw his sword and command the battle.

But how could the hundreds of sergeants assembled hastily be the opponent of more than a hundred elite Han cavalry.After a while of fighting, the soldiers of the Wei army died and fled.There are only a few hundred cronies still resisting Han Qi's fight, and fortunately Han Qi has lost its impact at this time.

"Ding!"

"Ding!"

"Ding!"

A sharp sound of golden beeping pierced through the shouts of killing and resounded through the Wei army camp.

Wang Ping was overjoyed. It was Deng Ai who sounded the sound of Wei Jun's golden bell, which represented the retreat of Wei Jun.

Sure enough, the soldiers of the Wei army who were still resisting in other places fell into confusion, or fled according to the bugle number, or surrendered directly to the Han army, and few of them were still fighting bravely.

Zhang Xi's face was full of despair, his hope of holding on to it was completely lost.

Leaning on his spear, Guo Kun grabbed Zhang Yun's arm and said anxiously: "General, please retreat quickly, there is still a hundred miles to Tuci County, the general can ride a fast horse to the county seat, and you must not entangle with the Shu army here. "

Zhang He, who had experienced many battles, quickly calmed down, held Guo Kun's arm, and said in a deep voice: "Let's go together, good virtue!"

Guo Kun, with the support of his personal guards, more than a dozen people quickly withdrew from the battlefield.

Zhang He's more than ten people leaving the battlefield are very eye-catching, especially the yellow headband on Zhang He's head is even more dazzling.

"Zhang Xixiu, wait for Ping to take your head!" Wang Ping saw clearly from the horse and shouted loudly.

Wang Ping reined in the reins, adjusted the horse's head, and rode the horse around the camp to catch up. Only a few elite cavalry and archers followed.

Wang Ping took the lead, not caring about his poor archery skills, so he took the bow and aimed straight at it.

"Whoosh!"

"Whoosh!"

Two sharp arrows shot out through the air, but they missed and landed on the open ground.

Seeing that he missed, Wang Ping took out the third arrow and drew the bow to the full string, but there was a 'bang' sound, the force was too strong, and the bowstring broke.

Wang Ping was so angry that he had to throw his bow on the ground, and shouted to the cavalry archer who was chasing after him, "Follow me and shoot Zhang He to death."

"promise!"

Wang Ping lightly clamped the horse's belly, pulled the reins, and galloped away.

Seeing Wang Ping chasing after him, Guo Kun saw the yellow cape on Zhang He's head and said, "The yellow cape on the general's head is eye-catching. In addition, we are holding torches, so we were recognized by the Shu thieves. You can take off the cape and become Kun." Dai Zhi, Kun led his personal guards to hold up the torches, the general extinguished the torches and hid in the night, waiting for the enemy to chase me, the general is leaving."

Zhang He glanced behind, lit a torch in the night, followed closely without giving up, exchanged helmets with Guo Kun, and hid with a few personal guards.

Wang Ping chased after him at a gallop, but Zhang He and his party were not seen, so he looked around.

The sharp-sighted cavalry archer pointed to the flickering flames to the northwest and said, "Where is the enemy!"

"Okay! Keep chasing!" Wang Ping twitched his hips and shouted.

When Wang Ping and his party walked away, suddenly there were figures in the dark night. Several people walked out slowly without torches, leading their horses.

Zhang He looked at Wang Ping who was going away, and sighed.

In just a few days, the situation of the two armies changed suddenly. First, they attacked the defeated Xianbei's troops at night, confidently thinking that the Han army would not pursue them again.Up to now, he has been deceived by Wang Ping's envoy, thinking that he has nothing to do, so he has to come to fight next year.But he never thought that Wang Ping attacked the army at night, and he ran like a defeated dog in a hurry. This gap is really too big.

This made Zhang Yun have to remember that two years ago, he was defeated by Wang Ping in the Guanchuan Valley and withdrew his troops across the mountains.Perhaps at that time, Wang Ping was still a little immature in using troops, defeating the few with the crowd, and defeated himself with more elites.

But now Wang Ping is more sophisticated in using troops, vowing not to give up in order to achieve his goal, he doesn't care about the details, and only focuses on how to win this battle.

"Go west!"

Zhang He got on his horse and finally looked to the northwest, and said in a cold voice: "Victory and defeat are a common matter in military affairs. Next time we meet, you will bestow the head to honor the spirits of the dead soldiers in heaven."

Under the pale moonlight, Wang Ping's troops saw the yellow headband and torches in the distance, and galloped to catch up.

Several cavalry archers, holding bows and arrows, shot forward from all directions behind them, and some people fell down from time to time.

Not long after, Guo Kun was the only one left, followed by Wang Ping and several cavalry and archers.

"Whoosh!"

Several cavalry and archers double-winged and went away, raised their bows and shot at Guo Kun's horse. When the bowstring was loosened, arrows roared out.

Immediately, the horse neighed, and the horse fell to the ground. Guo Kun took advantage of the situation and rushed forward, and the dust flew up in an instant.

Wang Ping stepped forward with his whip raised, and at a glance, he saw that this person had dark hair, not Zhang Yun's long silver hair at all.

Wang Ping's face turned cold, he drew his sword and pointed at Guo Kun who was lying on the ground, and asked, "Where is Zhang Yun?"

Guo Kun looked up at Wang Ping, laughed and said, "General Zhang has arrived in Guzang, Wang Ping, your hard work is wasted!"

Wang Ping narrowed his eyes, and the tip of the sword sank directly, piercing Guo Kun's throat.

Guo Kun's eyes widened, his head hung to one side, blood spurted from his throat, and the warm blood dripped onto the grass.

The cavalry archer took a step forward and asked, "This general is not Zhang Yun. Our army is chasing in the wrong direction. Do you want to return to the army next?"

Wang Ping looked to the west coldly, and said in a deep voice: "Zhang Yun has no escape, but to the west, and besides, he is old, and after running away for a long time, his physical strength must be exhausted. The three of you got off your horse and went back to report to General Deng, and the other two followed suit. Chasing, how can one man and two horses not catch up with one man and one horse?"

"promise!"

(End of this chapter)