Family Rise: Beginning with Grandfather

Abatai is the leader of Zarts, and also Gushan Ezhen appointed by the Daling Royal Court.

Compared with Tumoge, Zarts is much stronger, with nearly 3,000 strong men, while compared with Zhayan, Abatai is much younger, only in his early thirties this year.

Zhayan's dislike for Zarts mainly comes from two aspects. On the one hand, Abatai, a junior, is very disrespectful to him as a senior. The two met many times before, and he felt the arrogance from Abatai.

On the other hand, Zarts is getting stronger and stronger, far surpassing Tumoge.

You should know that ten years ago, Tumoge was much stronger than Zarts. At that time, the leader of Zarts was still Abatai's father, and Abatai's father always regarded Zhayan as a brother.

But since Abatai became the leader, Zarts has become more and more powerful, and now it has far surpassed Tumoge.

The former little brother is stronger than himself and has less and less respect for himself. This is why Zhayan hates Zarts.

This time, the two sides became neighbors. Zha Yan was very uncomfortable at first, but he couldn't drive Zalci away no matter how uncomfortable he was. After all, Zalci was stronger than Tumogo, so he could only hold back his anger.

But now is obviously not the time to be entangled. At this time, Zha Yan and Tumogo urgently need Zalci's support.

In the Zalci settlement.

Abatai sat in the felt tent, looking at the Tumogo warriors who came to ask for help, and his slightly thin face showed an extremely solemn look.

Yesterday, he received a request from Zha Yan. To be honest, he didn't care much at that time.

First, because he didn't like Zha Yan either, and didn't want to help Zha Yan.

Second, because he didn't think that the garrison camps of Dayong were so powerful, and didn't think that Dayong's garrison camps could pose a threat to their Zalci.

In fact, his mentality was similar to Zha Yan before, and he regarded Dayong's garrison camps as fat sheep entering a wolf pack.

But at this time, he suddenly felt something was wrong.

Zalci was indeed stronger than Tumogo, but Tumogo's strength was not weak either.

Among the hundreds of tribes of the Hu people in Donghai, the strength of Tumoge can be ranked in the upper middle.

However, such a tribe was actually scared!

That's right, it was scared.

Looking at the terrified Tumoge warrior in front of him, Abatai felt a little incredible.

"Chief Abatai, please save us today for the sake of our past relationship!"

"Our leader said that as long as Chief Abatai is willing to send troops to support, we Tumoge are willing to follow Chief Abatai's lead in the future!"

The Tumoge warrior kneeling on the ground begged.

Abatai took a deep breath, and then he slowly stood up, "Uge, Alsu, take your people and follow me!"

At this time, he was very curious about the Rong army. He wanted to see how strong the Rong army was and how they scared Tumoge like this.

Seeing this, the Tumoge warriors on the ground were overjoyed, "Chief Abatai is kind, Tumoge will definitely remember Chief Abatai's kindness!"

Abatai said nothing, put on his armor, picked up his long sword, and walked out of the tent quickly.

However, as soon as he walked out of the tent, he heard his subordinates report: "Chief, there are cavalrymen from the Rong people in the east."

"What?" Abatai's face sank, "How many are there?"

"Only six people!"

"Six people!"

Abatai breathed a sigh of relief. It turned out that there were only six people. Then he realized that these should be scouts from the Rong people, and they might have come with Tumoge's people.

"Let's go! Ignore them first!"

He thought about it for a while, and then he led hundreds of cavalrymen to gallop in the direction of Tumoge.

In fact, they couldn't care even if they wanted to. After confirming the location of Artz, Yang Mingzhen ran away.

He didn't think he could face a tribe, and he didn't want to be chased by others again.

Soon, Yang Mingzhen returned to the small hill east of Tumoge and met Yang Zhengshan.

"Sir, there is a large tribe of Hu bandits ten miles to the west, and they seem to have brought troops here!"

Yang Zhengshan frowned when he heard this.

There is actually another tribe at such a close distance!

"How many people are there?"

"About six or seven hundred people!" Yang Mingzhen said uncertainly.

In order to report back as soon as possible, he did not observe carefully.

Yang Zhengshan thought about it and looked at the cavalry and armored infantry around him.

The Tumoge tribe over there seemed to be strong fighting power, and there was another wave of enemies here.

The situation did not seem to be very good.

If he was surrounded by these two waves of enemies, he could break through with the cavalry, but what about the armored infantry?

Glancing at Tumoge in the distance again, Yang Zhengshan made a decision almost in an instant.

He could not wait for another wave of enemies to come, nor could he wait for the Hu bandits in Tumoge to react.

"Cavalry, follow me, infantry, defend where you are!"

After saying that, he led 300 cavalrymen to rush westward.

At this moment, Yang Zhengshan felt like he was playing a game, a game shrouded in the fog of war. He didn't know where the enemy was, nor when he would encounter the enemy.

The enemy could appear at any time, just like a group of enemies could pop out of the bushes around him at any time.

Facing the sudden appearance of the enemy, there are only two choices, escape or fight.

The choice must be decisive, and there must be no hesitation, otherwise you will miss the opportunity to fight or fall into a passive situation.

If you look down from the sky at this time, you will find that the two cavalry are approaching each other at an extremely fast speed across several hills.

There was the sound of horse hoofbeats, and Yang Zhengshan sat on Hongyun's back, his eyes looking extremely bright.

He heard the clatter of horses' hooves, many hooves.

Not only the sound of horse hooves around you, but also the sound of horse hooves coming from the front, from the other side of the hill.

The sound is getting closer and clearer.

The corners of his mouth turned up slightly.

That his powerful hearing had such an effect not only surprised him, but also made him feel happy.

But the joy soon passed because he had already seen Hu Qi rushing towards him from the other side.

Both sides passed around the south side of the hill almost simultaneously, each appearing in the other's eyes.

Looking left and right, I saw that this was a mountain col with gentle hillsides on both sides, and the ground in the middle was flat and flat. Apparently people had often walked here and a road had been formed.

When we meet on a narrow road, the brave wins!

Without any time to think, Yang Zhengshan hung the long gun on the saddle, reached out and pulled out two short guns from behind!

The soldiers at the rear clenched their spears and followed him with firm faces.

Yang Zhengshan's understanding of cavalry has always been simple, that is, charging.

No matter what is in front of you, rush over first and then talk about it.

Even if he is killed head-on, he still has to charge.

You have to die on the road to charge, rather than stopping to entangle with the enemy.

This is also the concept and belief he has always taught to his cavalry.

Facing Hu Qi who was charging forward, the soldiers almost reflexively raised their spears, lowered their bodies, and prepared to charge.

On the opposite side, Abatai was stunned for a moment when he saw the Da Rong cavalry in front of him. Then he saw that Da Rong's cavalry seemed to be fewer than them, and his eyes suddenly became sharp.

The two sides met suddenly, and because of the obstruction of the hills, the distance between the two sides when they saw each other was only more than a hundred feet.

Abatai is also very decisive. At such a distance and in such terrain, there is no choice. Whether it is stopping or retreating is impossible, only a head-on confrontation is the only option.

"kill!"

Abatai roared and took the lead.

The tip of the needle is facing the wheat awn.

The two cavalrymen were getting closer and closer, and their speed was getting faster and faster.

In the blink of an eye, the distance between the two sides was less than thirty feet.

Whoosh~~

Two short spears were thrown from Yang Zhengshan's hands.

Ahhh~~

In an instant, there were bursts of screams behind Abatai.

The short spears thrown had terrifying force. Each short spear pierced the chests of at least two people, and at the same time, the powerful force flew their bodies backwards.

Under the dense charging formation, a commotion suddenly occurred.

Although only a few people were injured, the momentum of the charge was slowed down a lot.

Abatai was shocked, but at this time he could no longer care about anything else, because Yang Zhengshan had already arrived in front of him.

He saw Yang Zhengshan's face, his upright and rosy face, his black and fluttering beard, and his sharp and deep eyes.

In the golden helmet, those sharp eyes pierced his heart like a sword.

No!

It's not a sharp sword, it's a head start!

As soon as Abatai raised his long knife, the six-inch spear pierced his chest like a poisonous snake.

There was a dull sound of thunder rolling in his ears, and the goggles on his chest burst out with sparks, then shattered in response.

Phew!

Immediately afterwards, Abate felt a sharp pain coming from his chest, and his body was thrown high.

Turning his eyes, he saw the resolute faces and the warriors following him.

Blood flew, splashed in the air, and scattered on the armor, gravel, and newly sprouted grass.

Bang.

Abatai was left on the hillside, staring blankly at a devastating battle.

Crush, crush completely.

Slightly narrow terrain, tit-for-tat charge.

Under such circumstances, Yang Zhengshan can explode with the most powerful combat power, and Hongyun can show the most terrifying power.

How powerful Yang Zhengshan is at the seventh level of the day after tomorrow is actually a relative concept.

In terms of strength alone, it is easy to lift a thousand pounds.

And how terrifying the spear he wielded was.

Even the people and horses were whipped out.

What about Hongyun wearing iron armor?

bulldozer!

The combination of man and horse is no worse than a bulldozer.

Yang Zhengshan was in the front, smashing Hu Qi's formation into pieces, and three hundred cavalry were behind, harvesting lives one by one.

If yesterday's battle was just a small test, today's battle showed the most terrifying combat effectiveness of the garrison battalion cavalry.

Under the leadership of Yang Zhengshan, that kind of overwhelming terror.

Abate looked at the bloody battle with a strong look of fear in his eyes.

At this moment, he finally understood why the Tumogo people were so afraid.