Family Rise: Beginning with Grandfather

"Sir, they are coming!" Yang Mingzhen said impatiently.

"Why are you panicking!" Yang Zhengshan scolded coldly.

Although this kid is smart, his character needs to be tempered.

In fact, this is normal. When Yang Mingwu and Yang Chengze first participated in the battle, the situation was not much better.

It was only after several life-and-death battles that they became calm and confident and faced all enemies calmly.

After being scolded by Yang Zhengshan, Yang Mingzhen smiled awkwardly.

He was not afraid, but a little excited. He was a little anxious and a little panicked when facing the enemy.

Yang Zhengshan ignored him and looked at the Hu cavalry on the opposite side quietly.

Yang Zhengshan had actually expected this sudden encounter.

They had entered the territory of the Hu tribe in Donghai and might encounter the tribe of the Hu tribe at any time.

The situation in front of them was not bad. At least they were not unprepared, nor were they ambushed.

They have already reacted and prepared for the battle.

At the same time, Zha Yan on the opposite side was also looking at Yang Zhengshan. He saw Yang Zhengshan riding Hongyun and wearing Jinqishan armor at a glance.

Yang Zhengshan's outfit was really too conspicuous among the cavalry.

The cavalry of the garrison camp wore black leather armor, while Yang Zhengshan wore Jinqishan armor. The golden armor shone dimly in the bright sunshine.

The cavalry of the garrison camp were all top-grade war horses, and each war horse was considered a tall horse, but compared with Hongyun, these war horses were three inches shorter and far less sturdy than Hongyun.

When Zha Yan saw Yang Zhengshan like this, not only did he not show any fear or retreat in his eyes, but his eyes were full of greed.

Golden armor!

Is that a golden armor?

His eyes were almost glued to Yang Zhengshan.

It's not that he had never seen golden armor before. After all, although Jinqishan armor is rare, it is not uncommon in Chongshan Town.

It's just that Zha Yan had never really touched the golden armor, so he thought it was made of gold.

Thinking about the wealthy Darong, thinking about the salt, iron, silk, porcelain, jewelry, jade, etc. that made people covetous, the greed in Zha Yan's heart could not be suppressed and grew vigorously.

He looked at the camp below, the carts of food and supplies, and the iron armor worn by the soldiers, and his face showed a ferocious color.

"Kill them!"

At this time, he didn't think about defeat at all. He had only one thought in his mind, that is, to take down the camp below and kill those cavalry.

In the Donghai Hu tribe, Darong's strength and prosperity are deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, but Chongshan Town's decline and cowardice are also deeply rooted in the hearts of the people. This is not contradictory.

The impression of Darong's strength comes from the prestige accumulated by Darong's inheritance for three hundred years, and the decline of Chongshan Town is the experience they have witnessed in the past twenty years.

Although Liang Chu caused the Donghai Hu tribe to suffer heavy losses in the battle of Chongshan Pass three years ago, it still cannot change the impression of the Donghai Hu tribe on Chongshan Town.

Most of the leaders of the Donghai Hu tribe attributed the failure of the Chongshan Pass battle to Liang Chu's cunning.

With Zha Yan's order, the sound of horse hooves rolled, dust flew, and more than a thousand Hu cavalry rushed towards the garrison camp like a surging wave.

Seeing this, Song Dashan, who was about to head to the front camp, grinned, "Brothers, let these Hu thieves see how powerful we are!"

If you ask who has the most confidence in the entire camp, Song Dashan deserves to be ranked first.

The reason is very simple. First, he has confidence in Yang Zhengshan. He has followed Yang Zhengshan for several years and fought with Yang Zhengshan several times. He has absolute confidence in Yang Zhengshan.

Second, he has confidence in his soldiers. The soldiers of Yinghebao were already very powerful at the beginning, but compared with the soldiers of the garrison camp now, the soldiers of Yinghebao at that time were really much worse, and he knows the gap best.

Therefore, he has full confidence in the attack of the Hu tribe.

In contrast, Yang Zhengshan on the top of the hill did not think about winning or losing. He had already put all his thoughts on the enemy's actions.

Seeing the Hu cavalry on the opposite side rushing towards the camp, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.

If the other side came to chase them, the next battle might be troublesome.

After all, the enemy's troops were three times theirs. Once they fought head-on, even if they could win, the casualties would be very heavy.

But the other side rushed to the camp, that was different.

His camp was not so easy to break.

Whoosh~~

Before the enemy arrived, hundreds of arrows rained down.

However, the soldiers who had been prepared did not suffer too many casualties, especially the armored soldiers under Song Dashan, who stood firmly in place one by one, and even if the arrows fell on them, they did not move at all.

The archers in the camp also shot, but compared with the Hu cavalry on the opposite side, their shooting seemed much sparse, but their results were better than the Hu cavalry.

It was not because their archery skills were better than the Hu cavalry, but because the Hu cavalry who were riding horses had no protection, and most of them did not have decent armor.

Most of them only wore thick leather clothes, and did not even have a few sets of decent leather armor.

Dozens of Hu cavalry were shot and fell off their horses, but they did not stop the charge of more than a thousand Hu cavalry. In a few breaths, the Hu cavalry had rushed to the entrance of the camp.

The next moment.

The Hu cavalry and the two hundred armored soldiers blocking the entrance collided fiercely.

"Get out of my way!"

Song Dashan roared, raised his halberd, and directly sent the Hu cavalry, who were in the front, flying with their horses.

Then he wore iron armor and held a halberd, blocking the Hu cavalry wave like a stubborn stone.

The iron-clad soldiers behind him were like an iron wall.

Under the impact, people and horses fell.

Spears stabbed and blood splattered.

The battle had just begun, and the tragic side was displayed vividly.

Song Dashan used to use a knife, but after coming to Anyuan City, he practiced several halberd techniques. On the battlefield, long weapons sometimes have many advantages.

The heavy iron armor was like nothing on Song Dashan. His burly body waved the halberd, and the Hu cavalry in front of him could not even fight him.

But in the blink of an eye, he had knocked down more than ten Hu cavalry.

But there were more than a thousand Hu cavalry rushing over, and it was impossible for them to rush to the entrance of the camp. They directly surrounded the camp.

Since they couldn't get in through the entrance, they looked for other loopholes that could lead them into the camp.

But they obviously underestimated the fighting power of the garrison camp. They thought that the Darong soldiers in front of them were the same as the Darong soldiers they had met before, and they would be scared out of their wits with just one charge. But in fact, they did not scare the Darong soldiers in front of them, but were strongly blocked.

Zha Yan did not rush to the front. He stood on the hillside behind him on horseback, looking down at the entire battlefield.

Seeing that his warriors did not break through the opponent's defense line in the first time, his brows frowned slightly.

Looking at the armored infantry blocking the entrance of the camp and the warriors who were thrown to the ground, his greedy eyes suddenly flashed with clarity.

Something seemed wrong!

The Darong army in front of him seemed different from the Darong army he had met before.

As soon as this thought came up, he had no time to think about it, and he heard a neat sound of horse hooves.

He looked up and saw that the cavalry on the opposite hill was speeding up.

The pupils in his eyes suddenly condensed, and Zha Yan's face changed drastically.

Three hundred cavalrymen were not many, and he had not even taken it to heart before, thinking that the more than one hundred warriors left by his side were enough to deal with the cavalry on the opposite side.

But at this moment, when he saw the cavalry rushing down, he suddenly felt a strong sense of oppression.

The neat charging formation, almost a spear tip.

That feeling was not seeing a cavalry rushing, but a towering mountain pressing up, with an unstoppable momentum.

The cavalry charge was magnificent.

As the leader of Tumoge, Zha Yan was naturally no stranger to cavalry charges.

But the cavalry in front of him was completely different from the warriors under his command.

It was like a group of rabble and the regular army, no, not just the regular army.

He had also seen the cavalry of the town standard camp in Chongshan Town, but there was no such despairing momentum.

Suddenly, Zha Yan froze and even held his breath.

Not only him, but the warriors around him also held their breath.

More than a hundred people gathered together, and it was so quiet for a while that even the horses under them seemed to be afraid.

Yang Zhengshan didn't know Zha Yan's reaction. He didn't care about Zha Yan at this time. Besides, he didn't know Zha Yan. His target was the Hu cavalry who besieged the camp.

Hong Yun's speed was getting faster and faster, and the soldiers behind him were also getting faster and faster.

This time, at Yang Zhengshan's request, Hong Yun did not burst out with all his strength, but maintained a speed that could allow the soldiers behind to keep up.

The golden lacquered mountain armor shone with a hazy brilliance in the bright sunshine, and the snow-white spear tip of the gilded flying fish spear shone with a more dazzling light.

Yang Zhengshan narrowed his eyes slightly, lowered his body slightly, and held the spear in his right hand.

The whistling wind filled his ears, and the dull thunder sound was brewing in his body.

The enemy in front was getting closer and closer, and Yang Zhengshan showed an excited smile on his face.

With a sharp weapon in his hand, he was naturally murderous.

As a warrior with the seventh level of acquired cultivation, Yang Zhengshan had longed for battle.

In Anyuan City, he was a garrison. Even if he encountered some trouble occasionally, he could not fight a passionate battle. Only on the battlefield could he display his strength without restraint.

"Go forward without hesitation, and fight to the death!"

Yang Zhengshan suddenly roared.

"Fight to the death!"

The high roar sounded, covering the continuous sound of horse hooves and suppressing the sound of fighting on the battlefield.

"Hongyun!"

Yang Zhengshan patted Hongyun's horseback lightly, and Hongyun immediately neighed excitedly. The speed of the original rush suddenly increased, and in an instant, he pulled away from the soldiers behind him.

Hongyun was also wearing armor at this time, with black iron armor on the front and chest. Although it looked a bit ugly, it could provide it with a certain degree of protection.

The iron armor weighing dozens of kilograms had almost no hindrance to it, and its speed was still as fast as lightning.

In the blink of an eye, Yang Zhengshan and Hongyun took the lead and collided with the Hu cavalry.

The tall red cloud was like a tank, knocking away all the horses in front.

Yang Zhengshan waved his spear, sweeping away the Hu cavalry that rushed up one after another.

"Hahaha, kill!"

Yang Zhengshan laughed loudly, and pierced into the chaotic battlefield like an arrow from a bow.

If the Hu cavalry charge just now was a wave, then the cavalry charge of the garrison battalion at this time was a rolling boulder.

Like a whole boulder, it vowed to crush everything in front of it.