The Yellow River surges like a horse, destroying flowers, plants and trees along the way. People build dams, houses on the shore, and small mounds... But wherever it passes, nothing can stop it.

The surging momentum is like locusts passing through the border, leaving no trace behind!

The water of the Yellow River, known as the hanging river on the ground, is like a sharp blade, piercing the waist of the Xiliang cavalry so hard that it has such huge destructive power that even the gods on land have to retreat.

, let alone the Xiliang Iron Cavalry who are just ordinary people?!

Nearly a thousand Xiliang cavalry, enough to span a county, were directly submerged by such a wave without a trace. The remaining three or four thousand Xiliang cavalry were all trapped at the other end. If

To come here, you have to cross the river or go around Bei Mapo!

No matter which method is used, it will take at least half a day!

When I think of this...

Zhang Ji is stupid!

Zhang Xiu was stunned!

Chen Gong, who was mixed in the crowd, was frightened!

Zhang Ji turned around in fear and looked at Chen Gong who was among the guards. He did not bother to hide his identity and asked in a trembling voice: "Military advisor, why did the Yellow River burst its banks suddenly?"

"What sudden burst of the embankment?!" Zhang Xiu's tone turned cold and he roared: "It's obvious that someone released the water of the Yellow River!"

Hearing this, Chen Gong glanced at Zhang Xiu with bright eyes, took a deep breath, and nodded: "It seems that Marquis Wu Zhao should have already known about our plan. Otherwise, he would not have prepared the decision in advance.

embankment!"

Zhang Ji was already a little panicked at this moment: "Then what should I do next?"

"Continue to march!" Chen Gong held the horse's reins tightly with both hands, and his finger bones were already turning white. He was obviously in a heavy mood, but he still said in a deep voice: "Since Wu Zhaohou knows about it, there is no way out today.

!Either wait for Marquis Wu Zhao to attack, or break out from Beimapo, or even kill Marquis Wu Zhao!"

Zhang Xiu thought broadly. As soon as Chen Gong finished speaking, he straightened his expression, pointed his spear at the surging Yellow River not far behind him, and said fiercely: "What the military advisor said is true, there is no way to retreat, we can only

A battle!”

"In that case, let's keep going!" Zhang Ji heard this and no longer hesitated. He directly moved his horse and leapt towards the north horse slope.

Thousands of Xiliang cavalry behind them suppressed the fear in their hearts and urged their horses to follow, leaving waves rolling behind them, mixed with the miserable howls of the soldiers.

...

On the top of the North Horse Slope, Yun Ye sat on the horse that was kicking Yunju, holding the reins of the horse with one hand, his eyes exuding sharp eyes, looking at the people coming up the North Horse Slope.

'The Long Black Dragon'.

"The Xiliang Iron Cavalry is truly one of the best in the world. They were suddenly faced with the Yellow River bursting its banks, and yet they were able to maintain such an orderly march!" Lu Su was slightly behind Yun Ye, looking at the Xiliang Iron Cavalry.

He couldn't help but sigh:

"If Zheng Bao's naval army were half as large as this, it would be difficult to deal with it with only two hundred soldiers!"

Although the navy and the cavalry are completely unrelated arms, no matter which arm they are, the military appearance and discipline of an army are extremely important. Compared with the Xiliang cavalry, both the military appearance and the cavalry are extremely important.

Judging from military discipline, Zheng Bao's naval forces were completely a bunch of scattered water pirates.

On the other side, Gan Ning, who was stroking the long knife hanging on his waist, suddenly raised his head when he heard this, nodded in agreement, put up an awning with his hands, looked at the mountainside and said:

"The Xiliang Iron Cavalry is elite because the Xiliang area is a bitter cold land. Just like the Wuxi barbarians in the Wuxi area, the folk customs are fierce and they are all tigers and wolves. This time, it is true that

It’s hard to deal with!”

"This time, we have our own soldiers and horses to take care of the Xiliang cavalry, so don't worry!" Yun Ye said with a slight smile. He beat the horses and headed halfway up the mountain. He raised his gun and left a reply:

"Let's go, you all, follow me to meet this Northland Spear King for a while!"

"Although the Xiliang cavalry is powerful, it seems to us that the master and Zilong are more powerful!" Xu Chu raised his sword with a calm expression and rode straight towards Yun Ye to catch up.

Gan Ning and Lu Su looked at each other and followed each other on horseback. They were from the south, and this was the first time they encountered such a large-scale cavalry, so they inevitably felt a little curious.

...

At this moment, Zhang Ji's uncle and nephew had already led the troops to form a formation on the mountainside.

The reason why they did not continue to advance was simply because Ma Yan was leading two thousand soldiers of Yuan's army to form a formation, blocking the way forward.

Zhang Xiu did not see Wu Zhaohou in the crowd. With an ugly face, he held a spear and drove his horse to the front of the team. He glanced at Ma Yan and saw Ma Yan dressed like a general of Yuan Shaojun. He snorted coldly:

"Are you a surrendered general of Yuan Shaojun?!"

"No!" Ma Yan shook his head: "I am now a general under the command of Marquis Wu Zhao!"

"Bah! Shameless!" Before Zhang Xiu could speak, Zhang Ji came out first, pointed his sword at Ma Yan, glared, and said fiercely: "You don't look like a general, and there are only two thousand people behind you.

Did you think that you can stop the four thousand Xiliang cavalry by surrendering? You must retreat quickly, lest you be killed later!"

Just as Ma Yan was about to speak, there was a rush of horse hoofbeats. Yun Ye, dressed in white, rushed down from the top of the slope. In a moment, Yun Ye rushed to the front of the team and stood at the front of the team.

Seeing this, Ma Yan reined in his horse and took a step back.

"Zhang Ji, Zhang Xiu!" Han shouted. Yun Ye raised his head and glanced at Zhang Ji's uncle and nephew, and finally his eyes were fixed on the scribe following them.

Wearing a light gray robe and a scribe's hat, he looks upright and impressive!

No ordinary person!

At the thought of this, Yun Ye frowned slightly and asked in a deep voice: "May I ask your name, sir?"

"I have a commoner in Chen Gong and Chen Gongtai. I believe Wu Zhaohou has never heard of him, but I have admired Wu Zhaohou's name for a long time. When I see him today, I feel so comforted in my life!"

The middle-aged scribe smiled and clasped his fists in salute, and looked at Yun Ye with a solemn look in his eyes.

Hearing this, Yun Ye already knew what was going on in his mind. He clasped his fists and asked, "Zhongmu County Magistrate Chen Gong?! I have also heard about it, but I don't know what is the relationship between you sir and Zhang Ji's uncle and nephew?"

Chen Gong never thought that Yun Ye would actually know his name. A flash of surprise flashed in his eyes, and then he smiled lightly and said: "Master Hou, you don't have to think too much! It's just a colleague who has the ear!"

"That's right, a reckless man like Uncle Zhang Ji can't retain a great talent like Mr. Zhang Ji!" Yun Ye glanced at Uncle Zhang Ji's eyes, with a flash of ridicule.

That touch of ridicule fell into the eyes of Zhang Ji's uncle and nephew, and it immediately seemed to add fuel to the fire. New and old hatreds surged into their hearts. Both of them were itching their teeth with hatred for Yun Ye. They blushed and roared: "Wu Zhaohou, mouth
Chapter completed!