The army passed by Brazil and did not stop. It only brought Wang Ping out and used him as the guide to lead the army forward. At this time, the army had left Liu Bei's sphere of influence. After walking forward for another three days, it entered the territory under Zhang Lu. Zhang Fei immediately looked at it for a while and said to Wang Ping beside him: "Can you know where is the territory ahead?"

Wang Ping replied: "Our army has passed Bachuan, and then heading north is Nanjiang. It is already the boundary of Hanzhong. After crossing Nanjiang, we will go north and there will be no obstacles. We will reach the city of Nanzheng in a few days."

Zhang Fei said: "Is there anyone guarding Nanjiang now?"

Wang Ping said: "There was no general guard here, but after the lord brought troops to attack Hanzhong, Zhang Lu heard the news and sent his general Yang Ang to lead 10,000 troops to station here."

After hearing this, Zhang Fei asked again: "Do you know how Yang Ang is?"

Wang Ping said: "All the generals in Hanzhong cannot be flattered, let alone the general?"

Zhang Fei laughed and said to Xue Bing beside him, "I think I can easily defeat this battle."

Xue Bing said: "We should win, but we need to fight to determine Nanjiang. If we drag it for a long time, Zhang Lu knew that our army would be prepared for a large army from here. We must defeat Yang Ang as soon as possible, seize Nanjiang, and then rushed to Nanzheng. We cannot ask Zhang Lu to have any time to react."

Zhang Fei said, "Zi Han is saying!" Then he paused and said, "What are the plans for Zi Han?"

Xue Bing smiled and said, "What's the trick? Just lead the ten thousand troops to step over!" He thought for a long time in his heart, but he didn't think of who Yang Ang was, so he said, "I think he is an unknown person. Even if he fights head-on, we will not be afraid."

Zhang Fei smiled and said, "What Zi Han said is very suitable for me. Then we will lead these ten thousand men across the Nanjiang River and take straight to Nanzheng." After that, he couldn't wait to order to the left and right, "The whole army will go quickly, and you must arrive in Nanjiang in two days!" The left and right soldiers responded, then bowed their heads and rushed forward, but no one complained.

The speed of the army's march increased a little more, and Zhang Fei took the lead with an excited look on his face, as if he was eager to reach Nanjiang in the blink of an eye, and then he killed the Hanzhong general Yang Ang for a while.

Xue Bing was left at a distance from the horse. Seeing Sun Shangxiang was also excited, he said, "If a war really starts, you have to follow me closely. Have you heard it?"

Sun Shangxiang said, "I heard it, I heard it!" But the expression was not concerned, as if he didn't listen to Xue Bing's advice at all. Xue Bing looked at it and could only say in his heart: "It seems that he still has to keep an eye on her, otherwise he would be troublesome if he really asked her to rush into the chaos."...

Two days later, the army arrived in Nanjiang. However, it was still a little distance from Nanjiang City at this time. In fact, Nanjiang was not a big city. It was more appropriate to say that it was a small town. Because there was no danger of the city wall to defend. The guard Yang Ang sent the spies far away, and at this time, Zhang Fei's army had reached this point.

"General, Liu Bei's army is coming to Nanjiang!"

Yang Ang was shocked when he heard the news. He knew that Liu Bei led his army to attack Hanzhong, and Zhang Lu even sent his main force to meet the enemy. However, Liu Bei's army was at Jiameng Pass, so why did he come here? Zhang Lu always thought that Liu Bei had concentrated all his troops at Jiameng Pass. Although he was wary of the south, he sent him over. But he never thought that Liu Bei would send people to attack Hanzhong from here.

After stomping back and forth in the tent, Yang Ang said, "How many enemy troops are there? Who are the leaders?"

The spy hurriedly said, "The enemy has about 5,000 people, and the leader of the army seems to be the king's surname!" The spy thought for a while and was sure that he only saw a big banner with the king's surname.

"The surname is the king?" Yang Ang thought for a while, and thought about the famous generals under Liu Bei, but he didn't expect any surname. In the end, he couldn't think of it, so he had to ask his left and right: "Who do you know who is the general with the surname Wang?"

There was a school official who had been stationed here for a long time on the left and answered: "I heard that there was a side general under the tent of the Brazilian garrison Zhang Fei, whose surname was Wang and whose name was Ping. Could it be that this person led the army?"

Yang Ang laughed loudly when he heard this, "Liu Bei actually called a small general to lead the army. I think he must be suspicious of the troops. Let's see if I defeat this small general tomorrow and increase the majesty of our army!" He then ordered everyone to go down and rest. At the fifth day of tomorrow, Ping Ming sent troops to meet the enemy. Everyone took the order and retreated, leaving only Yang Ang in the big tent, and said in his heart: "Liu Bei actually gave me a great contribution. If I don't go to take it, wouldn't it be his kindness?" Thinking of this, he laughed in the tent.

At dawn the next day, Yang Ang led 8,000 troops out of the Nanjiang River and headed straight for Wangping's village. Halfway through the way, he saw a group of people standing across from the opposite side. A young general was the first, carrying a big sword, and a flag on his back, with the big letter Wang.

Yang Ang saw clearly and expected that this person must be Wang Ping, so he ordered the soldiers to set up a formation and wait to fight with Wang Ping.

At this time, two men and horses were scattered on a flat plain. There were continuous peaks to the east, but there was a gentle slope to the west, with lush trees on it, which made people look down on it.

After a while, the two armies set up their own formations. Yang Ang struck out and pointed the spear at the opposite side and said, "Let me leave my name!"

Wang Ping, the opposite side, took out his sword and shouted, "I am the Brazilian Prince Ping! Now that my army is here, why don't you dismount and surrender quickly?"

Upon hearing this, Yang Ang shouted immediately: "A nameless person, you are invading my borders. I will tell you to come and go." Then he rode his horse and took Wang Ping directly. He thought it was good. As long as he took the life of this man first, and then he used his army to cover the killing, he would definitely retreat to the entire enemy in one battle.

Wang Ping looked ahead and slapped his horse out, carrying a knife and rushed to Yang Ang. After a while, the two cavalry crossed over. Yang Ang's shot did not stab Wang Ping, but he almost slashed his head by Wang Ping. At this time, cold sweat was already flowing on his forehead.

The two of them returned to their horses and fought a few more moves. Wang Ping ran to Yang Ang's vital point. Yang Ang barely resisted for more than ten rounds and could no longer support him. He turned the horse back and walked back. When Wang Ping saw him behind him, how could he let him run away? The sword pointed forward, and the five thousand soldiers and horses behind him shouted together, then rushed forward.

However, Yang Ang saw the opportunity early and had already escaped a certain distance. When he turned around, he saw that Wang Ping could not catch up, so he made up his mind. "Let's retreat for a while, and then take revenge!" He had a good idea in his mind, but before he could escape back to his original formation, he heard a loud shout in the forest in the west, and then a cavalryman came out.

"Zhang Fei, a man from Yan, isn't the enemy general dismounting and surrendering?" His voice was like a thunderclap on the ground, which made Yang Ang dizzy. In addition, the three thousand iron armored cavalry behind Zhang Fei, the three thousand pairs of iron armored cavalry were all covered in iron armor, which was enough to scare many people. Not to mention that these three thousand people were also rushing towards him with weapons.

The forest was not far from Yang Ang's formation. In the blink of an eye, the three thousand iron cavalry had already entered the formation. In addition, the man in the first place was Zhang Fei and Zhang Yide, the general of the world. How could ordinary soldiers stop him? But when Zhang Fei took the lead, the serpent danced like a ball of bright light. Every time he stabbed it, it seemed like a poisonous snake spear spear spear spear spear was spitting out. If he had a killing spirit, he swept out his spear and took down many soldiers. Behind him, the three thousand iron cavalry relied on his own characteristics and did not care about the bows and arrows coming from afar, but only focused on the enemy soldiers in front of him.

He shot one spear at a time, and sometimes he used the gun bar to sweep the enemy. Even if he was swept down the hillside, he would not be able to save his life. The three thousand cavalry rushed all the way, and the Hanzhong soldiers fought with him in the blink of an eye. Some of them were quick to react and could still wave their weapons, but they could do all their strength, and they could not hurt these knights in iron armor at all. In just a moment, the eight thousand soldiers were killed by the three thousand cavalry. Zhang Fei ran out with the cavalry for a while, then made a circle and killed them again.

Although Yang Ang had retreated to the central army at this time, he saw Zhang Fei's bravery, and the three thousand iron armored cavalry behind him, and ordinary bows and arrows were injured. He approached him and cut lightly, but there was no effect. After he forced a big hole in his army, he did not leave a cavalry. How could he not be afraid? Looking back, Wang Ping also led his troops and horses to kill him. He felt even more panicked. He knew that his defeat had already appeared at this time and it was difficult for him to turn defeat into victory, so he led some of the soldiers and horses around him to escape in the direction of Nanjiang.

At this time, his troops were cut into two pieces by Zhang Fei and the Iron Cavalry. One of them was entangled by Wang Ping and could not escape. He was still lucky, in the unentangled part. He immediately led the remaining soldiers to retreat. Zhang Fei had turned his direction and came back again. Yang Ang looked ahead and was frightened, hoping that the iron-armored cavalry would not have the pursuit ability of ordinary cavalry.

Perhaps his prayers worked. Although a small number of soldiers were caught by Zhang Fei and killed for a while, as time passed, the speed of the Iron Armored Cavalry gradually slowed down and was slowly thrown away by Yang Ang.

However, Zhang Fei chased after him for a while. Although he killed many enemy soldiers, he found that the enemy general Yang Ang was gradually running away. When he looked back, he saw that the three thousand iron cavalry under his command were running slower and slower, so he cursed: "Did you not eat? Why did you run so slowly?"

A knight on the left and right said, "General, the iron armor is heavy, and the war horse cannot withstand it. After running for a while, the war horse is already exhausted!"

After hearing this, Zhang Fei cursed again and said, "The impact of this Iron Cavalry is indeed amazing. He easily killed a pair of people from a team of nearly 10,000 people, but he did not lose a cavalry. However, the speed of the cavalry was gone, and now he can only chase half of the enemy. It's really..." After reading this, he didn't know what to say, so he sighed and said, "It seems that I have no chance to do this skill again!"

Besides, Yang Ang led the two thousand defeated troops to rush back to Nanjiang, saying that he would return to Nanjiang and gather some of the defeated soldiers to fight with him again. In addition, he reported the letter to the lord in front of others and asked him to send troops to help. "Five thousand! No! Ten thousand! No, ten thousand! No, ten thousand!" Yang Ang thought of the terrifying iron-armored cavalry, and kept calculating in his heart how many reinforcements he should ask for from the lord.

It was estimated that 20,000 troops should be enough, but I remembered that the leader was the famous Zhang Fei and Zhang Yide, so I cursed in my heart: "That spy, I will definitely chop his head when I go back! Zhang Fei can't even find out at this point?" The poor spy just inquired about the military commander flag from afar. How could he see Zhang Fei arrive?
Chapter completed!