Zhang Fei and Tu Mai fought for more than thirty rounds, but they still had no choice but to win or lose.

But Tu Tu's appearance of fighting and retreating was still seen by the soldiers of the two armies.

Anyone with a discerning eye can see that Tu Mau is not Zhang Fei's opponent, but is just relying on his peerless realm to grit his teeth and hold on.

The clan brother Wu Di said to Wu Yi with a worried look:

"Brother, I'm afraid my nephew can't hold on!"

"It's okay, I have many warriors in the Great Huns.

Tu Mai was restrained by Zhang Fei, and everyone besieged him. If you don’t believe that Zhang Fei can withstand it!”

Wu Yi waved his hand and four Hun warriors with outstanding martial arts rode up.

The scimitar in their hands shone with a little cold light and rushed straight to Zhang Fei.

The Hun warrior Urk rushed to the front. He pinched the scimitar with both hands, slashed towards Zhang Fei diagonally, and howled loudly:

"The two-legged sheep who is not aware of life and death, come and take your life!"

"I want to bully me, Lao Zhang by relying on quantity?

Then I'm not polite!

Wow, ah!"

Zhang Fei shouted loudly, and the snake spear in his hand swung forward with force, and an invisible vacuum energy rushed forward.

A huge black witch shadow appeared behind Zhang Fei, and the roar of a giant beast faintly came from the air.

"Boom...bang!"

Zhang Fei had anger and weighed more than 10,000 kilograms, and his huge force rushed towards several Hun warriors.

The few people were as if they were crushed by an iron cart, and they blew blood and flew backwards.

The four Hun warriors who came to help the battle did not even touch Zhang Fei's clothes, but were swept down by Zhang Fei and fell into the abyss under the bridge.

Only Tu Mai was left to barely stabilize his body, and a muffled groan and a mouthful of blood gushed out.

"Huns little boy!

Do you still dare to fight?"

Tu Tu is straightforward and knows that he can't do it, which is not his style.

"You are powerful.

This battle won.

We will fight again next time!”

Leaving a few words, Tu Tu rode his horse back to the Xiongnu's original formation.

Zhang Fei didn't chase him and let him retreat.

Before he went to war, he promised his elder brother not to take the initiative, just guard the Yellow River Ferry.

Anyway, even if the Huns have great abilities, they cannot defeat them.

Unless they grow wings out of thin air and fly over from the sky.

Tu Tu retreated back into the formation and said to Wu Yi pale:

“Sir Father.

Zhang Fei, too strong.

The son is not the opponent.

I'm embarrassed for you."

Wu Yi was very disappointed.

Even Tu Mai, the only peerless master, could not defeat Zhang Fei, and proved that he was almost impossible to win by using strong attacks.

However, he was still very calm on the surface and said to Tu Tu indifferently:

"Victory and defeat are common in military affairs.

I just asked you to test Zhang Fei's reality.

You don't need to mind too much.

Let's go, go back to camp."

In order to intimidate the three thousand Han troops across the bridge, Wu Yi directly asked 30,000 Hun warriors to camp on the north bank.

The Han army and the Hun army looked at each other only through a bridge, and could almost kill the enemy camp with one charge.

Such a close distance really made Zhang Fei feel itchy and he wanted to lead his army forward and rush forward happily.

But he kept his elder brother's instructions in mind and resisted the urge to charge every time.

Wu Yi sat in the main seat of Zuo Xianwang’s tent.

In his lower head, there were Wu Di, Tu Tu, Han generals and a group of Hun warriors.

Wu Yi said with a gloomy face:

"Zhang Fei has Fan Kuai and the courage of Tingbu, and many warriors of our Great Huns are unparalleled.

Now that he is guarding the ferry bridge, we can't catch it at all.

Tell me, what are the best solutions?”

Wu Yi's words were not said to the Huns' warriors, but were asking about the Han generals under his command.

In Wu Yi's opinion, the Huns were simple in mind and well-developed in all fours, no different from wild monkeys in the mountains.

They were afraid of death by causing these barbaric beasts to charge into battle.

It is really hard to ask them to give advice.

When Wu Yi defected to the Qiang people, he won over a group of talents in Xiliang.

Among these people are resourceful strategists and brave generals.

Although their strength is not the top in the world, they are much stronger than the Huns.

A general with a national face and a tiny armor in animal skin stood up and said:

"Zhang Fei is brave but not wise, and he cannot defeat him. We should use his wisdom to defeat him."

The general who spoke was wearing animal skins, but he was an authentic Han man.

This man's surname is Yang, his name is Fu, and his courtesy name is Yishan. He was originally engaged in Liangzhou appointed by Liu Bei.

When the Qiang and Di coalition forces attacked Liangzhou, Yang Fu led the crowd to resist, and was eventually captured by Wu Yi because they were outnumbered.

Seeing that Yang Fu was good at martial arts and was also wise, Wu Yi became loving talent and could not bear to kill him.

He personally untied the rope on Yang Fu's body and treated Yang Fu with courtesy.

Yang Fu was very grateful, so he joined Wu Yi's command and recognized Wu Yi as the main one.

All the Han generals and schools under his command were surrendered.

In the hearts of many people, foolish loyalty is better than righteousness.

Once they recognized their master, even if Wu Yi fled to the Huns and became enemies with the Han people, Yang Fu and other generals would still follow him without regrets.

I have to say that this is also a kind of sadness.

Yang Fu is usually taciturn and always has great opinions whenever he speaks.

Wu Yi looked at Yang Fu seriously and said:

"Can Yishan have great insight?"

Yang Fu analyzed to Wu Yi:

"If you want to break through the Yellow River Ferry, you have to make preparations.

One is to log wood to build ships so that the army can land on rafts.”

Before Yang Fu finished speaking, Wu Yi waved his hand and said:

“Rafts are not good at all.

The Yellow River is turbulent and it is difficult for ordinary ships to cross the river.

Only the water flow at the ferry was slightly more stable, and Zhang Fei's army was stationed.

When you approach the ferry through a raft, you will inevitably suffer a head-on attack from the Han army."

Seeing Wu Yi refuting him, Yang Fu was not panicked and continued:

"What if the Han army lost its combat effectiveness?"

"Losing combat power?

How could this be done?”
To be continued...