Family Rise: Beginning with Grandfather

That Jiala Ezhen shouted outside, and when he saw that there was no response from the garrison, he angrily scolded the soldiers around him, and then a loud horn sounded.

A large number of infantrymen holding wooden shields and carrying ladders approached the garrison step by step.

The wall of Yinghe Fort is only four meters high. If there is a place to step on, ordinary people who are more powerful can climb up, and if it is a warrior, as long as they use their strength, they can easily climb up. As for the acquired warriors, they can jump directly.

So the other party simply prepared a few ladders to attack the siege.

As for why they didn't attack from the main gate.

There is a drawbridge and a trench in front of Yinghe Fort. At this time, the drawbridge has been retracted, the gate has been locked, and there are still many stones and rolling logs on the gatehouse above the gate.

Generally speaking, the gate is the key defense point of the garrison. Attacking the gate is not as good as attacking the surrounding walls.

Those shield soldiers came slowly, and the soldiers on the wall just held their breath and waited for Yang Zhengshan's order.

Seeing the shield soldiers approaching within fifty steps, Yang Zhengshan said calmly: "Shoot!"

The next moment, the arrows flew and fell on the ground and wooden shields, and of course a few fell on the enemy.

There were not many archers in the garrison. Yang Zhengshan did not train the cavalry to shoot separately, and among the infantry, each flag had only two archers.

There are now 500 infantry in the garrison, and only 100 archers.

The 100 archers fired three rounds, causing dozens of wounded soldiers to the enemy, but they could not stop the enemy from getting closer and closer.

"I'm showing off my power to you!" Yang Zhengshan turned his head to look at Yang Mingwu next to him.

Yang Mingwu grinned and said, "Okay!"

After that, he waved his hand, and more than a dozen tall and broad soldiers behind him raised their short guns.

Short gun thrower!

This was trained by Yang Mingwu. He not only learned Yang Zhengshan's short spear throwing, but also selected twelve soldiers with the best arm strength to practice short spear throwing.

"Come on, let them see how powerful we are!"

Yang Mingwu was a little excited. These were the twelve people he had trained with great effort.

With his order, the twelve people immediately threw the short spears in their hands.

Bang bang bang~~

The short spears hit the wooden shields, and many wooden shields suddenly broke apart. Even if the wooden shields were not broken, the opponent could not hold the wooden shields tightly. Once the wooden shields were out of hand, they were completely exposed to the arrows of the archers.

Yang Zhengshan saw this scene and his mouth curled up slightly.

Short spear throwing is still very useful, but it is a pity that it is difficult to train such a short spear thrower.

In fact, Yang Zhengshan wanted a higher crossbow, especially the large crossbow, but this kind of thing is not something he, a small defense officer, can get, nor is it something he can afford.

As Yang Mingwu and others attacked, the enemy's casualties increased a lot, but they still raised their shields and moved forward slowly. Obviously, these people were also well-trained soldiers.

Soon, they came to the bottom of the city wall, and the ladders were set up on the city wall. The real battle had just begun.

"Kill!"

"Go ahead, the first one to climb will be rewarded with 100 taels of silver!"

Shouts of killing rang out, sharp arrows crossed in the air, swords and spears collided, blood spurted, and in just a moment, the city wall was dyed red.

The city wall was too low, and in just a moment, many people climbed up the city wall, and both sides fought desperately on the city wall.

However, only a few enemies could climb up the city wall, and they were suppressed by the soldiers.

...

While the two sides were fighting, in the tower of Chongshan Pass.

"Report, report to the marquis, more than a thousand troops of the Hu tribe are attacking Linguan Fort! Linguan Fort has set off the beacon smoke!"

A soldier ran to Liang Chu's side quickly and reported with a fist.

Liang Chu, who was checking the military situation, was stunned when he heard the news.

"Linguan Fort!"

He turned his head to look at the map next to him.

He remembered the name of Linguan Fort. It was the closest garrison to Guancheng. It seemed to have been abandoned more than ten years ago and rebuilt last year.

At that time, he thought that there was no need to rebuild Linguan Fort. Compared with Linguan Fort, he preferred to build a beacon tower on the western hill.

"Linguan Fort belongs to Jianning Guard! The eldest lady of the Zhou family!"

Liang Chu looked at the location of Linguan Fort on the map, thinking.

It was his operation to transfer Zhou Lan to the position of Jianning Guard Lieutenant General.

He was not close to the Ningguo Mansion, and of course there was no hatred. As for Zhou Lan, he did not want to keep Zhou Lan in the Zhenbiao Camp, nor did he want to offend the Ningguo Mansion because of Zhou Lan's affairs, so after discussing with Zhou Lan, he transferred Zhou Lan to Jianning Guard.

Linguan Fort was a garrison under Zhou Lan's jurisdiction, and it was also the garrison that Zhou Lan asked to rebuild.

He knew this.

Now that Linguanbao was surrounded, he was a little hesitant about whether to send troops to support it.

After thinking for a while, he ordered: "Keep an eye on Linguanbao, and report to me immediately if there is any other situation!"

He had his plan and could not lose the big picture for the sake of small things.

But he still wanted to see if Linguanbao could stop the attack of the Hu people.

…

In Linguanbao, the shouting and killing sounds had become one.

Facing such a garrison, Jiala Ezhen had no intention of testing it at all, and directly pressed all his troops to launch an attack.

Not long after the battle began, it entered the most intense moment.

The soldiers of Linguanbao had the advantage of the city wall, and it was no problem to stop the enemy's attack in a short time.

But I am afraid that this battle will drag on too long, because there are only 400 infantrymen who actually participate in the battle.

Yang Zhengshan did not make a move. He stood on the tower and quietly watched the fighting around him.

"Sir, should we also make a move?" Song Dashan asked softly beside Yang Zhengshan.

Yang Zhengshan shook his head slightly, "Wait a little longer!"

What are you waiting for?

Song Dashan wanted to ask, but when the words came to his lips, he swallowed them again.

What are you waiting for?

Of course, it is to wait for the other side to press the cavalry up.

The other side has 1,500 troops, and now has used 1,000 infantrymen to attack the city, and the remaining 500 cavalry are still watching from a distance.

If the siege fails for a long time, will the other side let the cavalry participate in the siege?

Yang Zhengshan cannot guarantee it, but this does not prevent him from taking a gamble.

As long as the other side dares to press the cavalry, he dares to rush out with the cavalry.

As time goes by, the battle becomes more and more tragic, and the casualties become more and more severe.

However, the soldiers in the garrison held the wall and drove all the enemies who climbed up the wall down.

Suddenly, Yang Zhengshan narrowed his eyes.

He saw that the Jiala'e opposite was really angry and scolding.

At this time, Borja was really angry and furious.

It was a small garrison that they had attacked for such a long time without taking, which was extremely embarrassing.

The key was that their losses were still very large.

If he couldn't take this garrison, he would lose face, but if he took this garrison with heavy casualties, he would still lose face.

Losing face was a small matter. He was afraid that he would be

"A bunch of useless trash, Barto, you go!"

Borja roared angrily.

"Sir, do you want to wait a little longer?" A Niulu named Barto next to him couldn't help but persuade.

"What are you waiting for? Wait until all our people are dead!" Borja said angrily.

This was not a decision he made in anger, but he really thought that his cavalry could take the garrison.

Compared with infantry, their cavalry is the most elite.

Just because the infantry can't attack doesn't mean the cavalry can't attack after dismounting.

In the Donghai Hu tribe, the real warriors are among the cavalry.

"Go! I want to enter this garrison before dark!" Borja roared.

Barto had no choice but to let his cavalry join the siege.

Yang Zhengshan looked at the dismounted cavalry with a sneer on his face.

"Let's go, it's our turn to take action!"

He turned and walked down the tower.

Ding Qiu and Song Dashan followed closely behind him, Song Dashan's eyes sparkled, and at this time he had understood Yang Zhengshan's intention.

Rush out with the cavalry to fight!

This is much more exciting than fighting on the city wall.

In just a moment, two hundred cavalrymen gathered in front of the garrison gate.

"Open the door!" Yang Zhengshan ordered in a deep voice.

The suspension bridge fell with a bang, and the heavy wooden door slowly opened.

"Follow me closely, this battle will not stop until one dies!"

"No one dies! No one dies!"

The uniform shouts rang out, followed by the rapid sound of horses' hooves.

Yang Zhengshan rushed out of the garrison first.

The gate of Linguan Fort was facing south, and at this time, the Hu army was attacking the city from the north. Due to their lack of ladders, there was no Hu army to the south of the garrison, and only a few cavalrymen were observing the gate of the garrison.

The moment the gate of the garrison was opened, these cavalrymen noticed something was wrong and immediately ran to the north of the garrison, but Yang Zhengshan and his men had already rushed out of the garrison.

Yang Zhengshan was very familiar with Linguan Fort. He led two hundred cavalrymen and rushed directly to the north along the city wall.

In a flash, they had already arrived at the back of the garrison, where they were attacking the city.

"No one dies!"

The guns shot out like dragons, and thunderous sounds came one after another.

Shh!

Hongyun let out a roar, like an ancient beast, and plunged into the crowd.

The Red Cloud is different now. It wears a helmet, scale armor, and weighs 300 kilograms. But even so, its speed has reached an astonishing level. In just a breath, it has already opened up a distance of more than ten feet between Yang Zhengshan and the cavalry behind it.

At this time, Yang Zhengshan is not an ordinary cavalryman. He is a heavy cavalryman. He and his horse are like an iron lump.

Yang Zhengshan is riding on the horse, looking down from a high place, holding a gun in both hands and waving, picking up all the enemies around him. As for the front, he will block the impact of the Red Cloud first.

Boom! !

The originally chaotic and tragic battlefield suddenly seemed to be swept by a bulldozer, and a large number of enemies fell one after another.

Ding Qiu and Song Dashan followed behind Yang Zhengshan and could only stare at his back and chase him closely.

Compared with Song Dashan, Ding Qiu's eyes were full of astonishment and surprise.

Song Dashan has always been with Yang Zhengshan and has seen Yang Zhengshan's bravery and madness, but this is the first time Ding Qiu has followed Yang Zhengshan to the battlefield.

Moreover, Ding Qiu is a post-natal level 3 warrior, and his vision is much better than Song Dashan.

Song Dashan just thinks Yang Zhengshan is powerful, but Ding Qiu knows that Yang Zhengshan's cultivation is probably above the post-natal level 5.

So is Yang Zhengshan the post-natal level 5?

Of course not.

At this time, Yang Zhengshan only has the post-natal level 3 cultivation, and he just broke through to the post-natal level 3 half a month ago.

In terms of cultivation alone, he is not as good as Ding Qiu, but in terms of strength, the three Ding Qius combined are not his opponents.

The improvement of physical fitness by Lingquan water is gradual and accumulated over time.

According to the time, Yang Zhengshan has been in this world for a year and a half, and he has also been drinking spiritual spring water for a year and a half.

Ding Qiu could not see Yang Zhengshan's specific cultivation, but he felt that Yang Zhengshan's strength was similar to that of other post-natal fifth-level warriors.

At this time, Yang Zhengshan naturally did not know Ding Qiu's surprise, he was already bloodthirsty.

It was the first time he saw life and death, and he had to prepare himself mentally.

When he faced the Hu cavalry for the first time, he was still nervous and rushed forward with only a burst of brute force, but was chopped back by someone.

In the battle of Songyuan River, he felt the pleasure of charging for the first time, and experienced the blood-surging of going forward without stopping until death.

In the battle of Yinghe, he led the cavalry to charge for the first time. In that battle, he had only one thought, that is, rushing over and crushing the past.

Now he has become accustomed to killing, accustomed to blood, and even likes the excitement of charging on the battlefield.

This statement may be a bit perverted, but it is the fact.

The same as Yang Zhengshan is Hong Yun.

Originally it was just an ordinary warhorse, but now it has become a fierce beast.

The improvement of its physique and strength has made its originally docile nature become unruly.

One man and one horse, like a sharp sword, pierced through the enemy formation completely.

When Yang Zhengshan noticed that there were no enemies in front of him, his body was already stained with blood.