The next day, in Zhenyang City.
The three hundred soldiers' armors were in disorder, some carried arrow pots on their backs, some had sabers hanging on their waists, and some held halberds.
There was no one on the empty streets.
The huge Zhenyang became like this due to the invasion of ghosts.
The wind blew, picking up fallen leaves and debris on the ground.
Everyone walked in silence.
Everyone knew in their hearts that General Yan Zheng was still guarding the South Pass alone.
A general who is willing to sacrifice and refuse to give up an inch of territory in order to protect his compatriots is undoubtedly respected by his countrymen, especially soldiers.
As we were walking, a captain suddenly stopped and said, "You go ahead. I still have something to deal with, and I will come back to you later."
Everyone looked at him.
The captain looked at the soldiers in front of him carefully, as if he wanted to remember their faces, and then smiled comfortably: "Don't go back to the Central Army, go home, and live a good life."
After saying that, he turned around resolutely and walked towards the South Pass.
Everyone still said nothing and stood quietly, watching the captain's retreating figure.
In the morning, outside the South Pass.
The ghost army pressed forward again, and the ghost king was even present in person, because the general in charge of attacking the city yesterday had promised him that he would defeat this place today.
From a distance, the city gate stood there alone. On the entire city defense, only a general in armor stood in the center of the city.
He wore a cloak on his back and a sword on his waist. He had a resolute face and a short beard on his chin. He looked at the overwhelming ghost army outside the pass without any fear, and his waist was still straight.
The Ghost King was riding a tall horse and was at the front of the formation. He couldn't help but point to the city: "Who is that!?"
When the ghost general in charge of attacking the city heard this, he quickly and respectfully returned: "This person is Yan Zheng."
"Oh?" The Ghost King raised his eyebrows, and then sneered: "So, his troops have been wiped out, and the remaining people have abandoned him."
"That should be the case." Ghost General agreed.
"Hmph!" The Ghost King sneered: "There is only one person, and he still wants to guard the South Pass alone! We must capture him alive today!"
As he spoke, he added: "Now this man is their national hero in the Central Plains. After capturing him, no matter what conditions he offers, we will agree to him! If he can be made to kneel down and turn to us instead, it is conceivable that , what a heavy blow it will be to the soldiers and civilians of the Central Plains!"
"Yes!" Ghost General responded quickly.
After saying this, the Ghost King also raised his right hand slightly and waved forward.
Following his movements, rows of spearmen began to march in neat steps, slowly pressing towards the south pass.
boom! boom! boom! boom!
The deafening sound of footsteps filled the whole place.
On top of the city, Yan Zheng turned and left.
Seeing him disappear, the Ghost King was stunned for a moment, and then curled his lips and said: "I thought he was a true hero, but it turns out he is also a cowardless person. Seeing my army approaching the border, he ran away with his tail between his legs..."
But as soon as he finished speaking, the city gate slowly opened.
Yan Zheng, one man and one horse, appeared at the city gate.
Seeing the ghost army approaching step by step, he drew out his sword and shouted loudly:
"Switch to meet the enemy——"
Even though he was alone, he rushed towards the ghost army as if he didn't care about his life.
Horse hooves trample the ground.
The ghost army on the opposite side is overwhelming.
Seeing this scene, even the Ghost King couldn't help but widen his eyes. He didn't expect Yan Zheng's bloody nature.
The horses galloped, and the two sides soon met. The front row of the ghost army immediately burst into shouts and thrust their spears.
Yan Zheng fiercely swung his war sword, slashing horizontally and diagonally, cutting off several spearheads, and at the same time he plunged into the ghost army camp.
But there were too many ghost soldiers around him. Soon, with the neighing of the horse, he was also thrown to the ground. How could the ghost soldiers miss such an opportunity, and immediately the spear came out again.
Yan Zheng stood up and blocked with his horizontal sword. More than a dozen spears were pressing above his head. Together with the power of the ghost army's infantry, they began to press down hard.
"Kneel down! (Ghost language)"
"Get away!" The latter glared angrily, and used all his strength to flick away more than a dozen spears, then rushed forward and slashed hard with the sword in his hand.
He ignored what was behind him and walked forward fiercely, never stopping with the sword in his hand.
The sound of weapons clashing came from time to time, mixed with the miserable howls of ghost soldiers.
A small chaos broke out in front of the entire Nanguan Gate as he moved around with his slashes.
And since Yan Zheng is the only one left here, the Ghost King is not in a hurry to enter the pass, but rides a war horse and watches with interest from behind.
"Well, not bad, he also has some martial arts skills."
He chuckled and nodded slowly.
But at this moment, something unexpected happened at the city gate!
"Kill--"
With a loud shout, a captain with a sword in hand was the first to run out of the city gate. Behind him were three hundred soldiers who had gone and returned!
The soldiers roared angrily, raised their swords high, and almost instantly, they poured out of the city gate and joined the battle circle.
At the moment, all the ghost army's attention was on Yan Zheng, and the front row was also encircling him. Their backs were to the city gate, so they were caught off guard.
The three hundred soldiers, with the determination to die, their combat power can be imagined. In one charge, they directly defeated the ghost army that surrounded Yan Zheng.
Soon, the two sides met. When he saw them, Yan Zhengfei was not happy at all. Instead, he asked the commander angrily: "Why are you here! Didn't I ask you to take your brothers and retreat first?"
"The general is devoted to the country! Regardless of life and death, he must protect my compatriots! As a subordinate of the general, how can we abandon the general!" the commander returned with a loud voice.
"You!" Yan Zheng was furious.
But then, after all the soldiers killed the ghost army, they all shouted:
"I am willing to follow the general and die on the battlefield! Protect my compatriots!"
"I am willing to follow the general and die in battle! Protect my compatriots——"
Yan Zheng's eyes were red.
What else could he say.
"kill!"
He glared and roared, showing off his general's might.
"kill--"
Three hundred soldiers shouted in unison, holding swords in hand, and rushed towards the ghost army.
Now that these soldiers have returned, they have already given up their personal lives. The potential of these soldiers can be imagined.
Although there are only a few people, fighting on the battlefield is fierce.
As soon as the two sides came into contact, the ghost army at the front was immediately beaten into chaos, because the three hundred soldiers simply ignored the spears and fought with their lives!
Even if someone was stabbed through the abdomen with a spear, before dying, he would still swing the sword fiercely and take away one person.
Seeing this, the Ghost King who was watching the battle from behind became furious.
"Destroy them all!"
"yes!"
It was a brutal battle.
Of course, it is impossible for three hundred people to defeat the main force of the ghost army.
But they killed several times the number of enemies with their own lives.
I don’t know how long it took, but there were dead bodies on the ground in front of the city gate.
All three hundred soldiers fell into a pool of blood and died on the battlefield.
Yan Zheng, covered in blood, knelt on one knee, supported by his sword, his head lowered, and did not move for a long time.
In front of him, a row of ghost soldiers looked at each other with spears in hand, looking like they wanted to step forward but were a little scared.
Finally, it seemed that the chipped sword in his hand could no longer hold up and suddenly broke, causing Yan Zheng to fall down into a pool of blood.
In fact, he had already died in the battle.
