Family Rise: Beginning with Grandfather

After the charge, the narrow terrain restricted the cavalry from turning around. Yang Zhengshan had no choice but to lead the cavalry to turn around on the gentle hillside.

It's not that the cavalry can't stop and then turn around, but doing so will make the formation chaotic, and the time spent on sorting out the formation is no less than turning around in a circle.

And on the battlefield, this kind of chaos is likely to give the enemy an opportunity to take advantage of.

So after the cavalry charge, if they rush out of the battlefield, they will generally turn around in a circle. This not only maintains the speed of completion, but also has a certain degree of mobility, and can charge again at any time, or retreat.

At this time, Yang Zhengshan only led 300 cavalrymen, with a small number of people and higher flexibility. Turning around in a circle does not require a large area.

However, it took them a few minutes to turn around. When they returned to the col, they found that the remaining enemy cavalry had already fled in all directions, leaving only a mess.

Such a result surprised Yang Zhengshan.

It's scattered!

Although the battle just now had a crushing effect, they actually did not kill many Hu cavalry.

Although this mountain road is narrow, the slopes on both sides are not steep. Many Hu cavalry had already jumped up the slopes to avoid it when they found that something was wrong.

About half of the bodies left by the Hu cavalry were dead, and the remaining half of the Hu cavalry still had a certain combat effectiveness.

"So they can't be beaten!" Yang Zhengshan stopped his warhorse somewhat helplessly.

"Sir, don't we chase them?" Yang Mingzhen was a little eager to try.

Yang Zhengshan glanced at the figures running around and shook his head, "No need, our target is not these Hu cavalry!"

"Clean up the battlefield and treat the wounded!"

He immediately ordered.

Then Yang Mingzhen commanded a group of cavalry to clean up the battlefield while guarding the surroundings.

Because time was tight and they had other goals, cleaning the battlefield was just harvesting heads.

As for the others, they had no time to clean up.

In just half a quarter of an hour, the cavalry collected all the merits of the war.

Heads were hung on the saddles, and scarlet blood fell to the ground. The cavalry galloped past, leaving a dark red blood trail.

Such a scene seemed a bit scary, but for the soldiers, it was a real military achievement.

When Yang Zhengshan and his men returned to the hilltop east of Tumoge, Tumoge was still preparing for war.

"What's the situation?" Yang Zhengshan asked Song Dashan who stayed behind.

Song Dashan shook his head and said, "Nothing, just a dozen Hu cavalry went back!"

Yang Zhengshan nodded slightly. The Hu cavalry who went back should have gone out for help before.

But now their reinforcements have been killed and scattered.

Thinking of those reinforcements, Yang Zhengshan's expression moved slightly and looked towards the west.

There is another tribe ten miles away?

The tribe in front of them has been preparing for war for a long time, and it seems difficult to attack now.

And the tribe on the other side should not have any preparations.

Thinking of this, Yang Zhengshan immediately made a decision, "Change the target, let's go to the tribe in the west!"

After two consecutive battles, he felt that he should be bolder.

To be honest, the combat effectiveness of the cavalry of the garrison camp also exceeded his expectations.

He felt that the garrison camp he trained was very strong, but he had not experienced actual combat, and he had no specific concept of the strength of the garrison camp.

After two battles, the combat effectiveness of the 300 cavalrymen far exceeded his expectations.

Especially the number of casualties, which was much lower than he expected.

In the previous battle, more than 300 enemies were killed, and only three casualties were suffered.

Compared with the cavalry in Yinghebao before, the cavalry of the garrison camp is undoubtedly much stronger.

This is normal. He only trained the cavalry of Yinghebao for more than a year, while he trained the soldiers of the garrison camp for three years.

When he was in Yinghebao, he had to calculate the use of spiritual spring water, but after coming to Anyuan City, his spiritual spring water was too much to use up.

If he hadn't wanted to hide the existence of the spiritual spring water, if he could use it without scruples, then most of the soldiers in the garrison camp would not be warriors, but most of the acquired warriors.

With enough spiritual spring water to nourish, three years is enough for a person with ordinary qualifications to become an acquired warrior.

This has long been confirmed in the Yang family. Some of the guards, servants, and servants of the Yang family have already broken through to the acquired realm.

At present, Yang Zhengshan re-evaluated the strength of the soldiers in the garrison camp and felt that the pace of attack could be bigger.

Change the target and attack the unprepared Zaltz first.

At this time, Yang Zhengshan didn't know that he had killed Abatai, the leader of the Zaltz tribe, otherwise he would have made a decision more quickly.

Soon, Yang Zhengshan led 300 cavalrymen to the vicinity of Zaltz.

Looking at the Zaltz tribe in chaos, Yang Zhengshan led the cavalry into it without hesitation.

The population of the Zalci tribe is almost twice that of the Tumogo tribe, and the tribe will be about 10,000 people.

Compared with the Tumogo tribe hidden in the valley, the Zalci tribe has almost no hiding and no defensive measures in advance. This should be the confidence in their own strength.

But such confidence is simply a lamb to be slaughtered for Yang Zhengshan.

Using 300 cavalry to attack the tribe of 10,000 people should be the craziest decision Yang Zhengshan made after arriving in Chongshan Town.

However, he only considered it for a few seconds to make such a decision.

Is it reckless?

No!

It's about timing.

The enemy army had just experienced a defeat, and it was the time of greatest panic and confusion.

Although there are nearly 10,000 people on the other side, most of them are old, weak, women and children, and there are only two to three thousand people who can really fight.

"kill!"

Yang Zhengshan resolutely led three hundred cavalry into Zaltz's tribe.

His face was solemn, his eyes were cold, and the gilded flying fish gun in his hand was like the scythe of the god of death, harvesting lives crazily.

"Kill to death!"

He shouted the cruelest words, the words that frightened the enemy the most.

"Kill without mercy!"

Three hundred horsemen went crazy.

The madness that spreads from the bottom of my heart.

With consecutive battles and victories, the morale of the soldiers has been inflated to the point where nothing can be added.

Even Yang Zhengshan felt that he should be bolder, let alone these soldiers.

After experiencing bloodshed and victory, they are even more eager for victory and blood.

The counterpart to madness is endless fear.

The barbarians of the Zalzi Tribe had just heard the news that their leader had died in battle. Before they could react, they found a group of cavalry covered in blood and with human heads hanging on them rushing into the tribe.

In their eyes, Yang Zhengshan and the cavalrymen of the garrison were like demons crawling out of hell.

Scarlet blood, terrifying heads, and dazzling spear points.

If at this time, they knew that the enemy only had 300 cavalry, they might still be able to counterattack.

But they don’t know, and even most people don’t know anything.

They only saw a group of bloody cavalry rushing into the settlement and killing brutally.

Faced with such a scene, the first choice they made was to flee.

Fear spread, and nearly ten thousand people of the Zaerz tribe were defeated in a short period of time.

They were defeated not by Yang Zhengshan and the others, but by unknown fear and panic.

Screams filled the air, accelerating the spread of panic.

By the time Song Dashan arrived at the Zalci tribe with his armored infantry, the Zalci tribe had become a complete mess.

After Yang Zhengshan rushed out of the settlement with three hundred cavalry, he rushed back again.

The barbarians of Zalz were hiding and fleeing in all directions, and there were also a large number of livestock running around among them.

Seeing such a scene, Song Dashan was stunned for a moment, especially when he saw Yang Zhengshan and a group of cavalry who were killing wantonly in the settlement, a flash of astonishment flashed in his eyes.

But he soon reacted!

"Form up and kill!"

Without any hesitation, he immediately joined the battle with his armored infantry.

The armored infantry were not as capable of charging as the cavalry, but they fought steadily, step by step, and advanced towards the interior of the settlement.

"Run!"

"Hold them off!"

"Woo~~"

The chaos caused by panic completely enveloped Zaltz.

Above the sky, the sun is shining brightly and there are no clouds in the sky.

On the ground, rivers of blood flowed, and thousands of corpses lay everywhere.

This battle lasted for a long time, so long that Yang Zhengshan felt numb.

When he raised the butcher knife, he couldn't stop his hand, as if there was only struggle and blood in front of him.

When the sun was shining brightly in the sky, Yang Zhengshan finally stopped.

Not because he was unable to continue fighting, but because he could no longer find an enemy in front of him.

In addition to corpses, there were corpses, corpses on the ground, corpses stained red with blood.

Xilulu~~

Hongyun lowered his head and blew away the pools of blood on the ground.

Yang Zhengshan raised his head and looked around, looking at the corpses.

Men, women, old people, young men, children~~

When he saw a young corpse, his heart was slightly touched.

It wasn't just the Hu clan that was in chaos just now, he was also in chaos.

He killed many people.

I don’t know if any children have been killed.

Phew~~

He took a deep breath, but his mouth was filled with the taste of blood.

"Walk!"

Yang Zhengshan called out in a low voice.

Hongyun raised his head and moved his horse's hooves forward.

Cruel?

cruel!

Crazy?

crazy!

But this is war.

Are we talking about human rights here?

That's nonsense!

Are we talking about respecting the old and loving the young here?

It seems possible!

But think about it, when the Hu people invaded the border of Darong, why did they ever say respect the old and love the young?

Yang Zhengshan still remembers the tragedy in Jiangjia Village, and Lin Zhan and Wang Yunqiao who escaped from Xiaolin Village. They were only eight years old at that time, and Wang Mingzhe was still in his infancy.

This is war, this is a war between races!

Yang Zhengshan recalled over and over again the black smoke filling the sky in Jiangjia Village, and the scene when he first met Lin Zhan and Wang Yunqiao.

He was doing psychological construction for himself, hoping to erase the guilt in his heart.

The mind is touched and the mind is struggling.

Yang Zhengshan was very confused at this time, but he was not a person who liked to get entangled.