Family Rise: Beginning with Grandfather

Dobato leaped up and slashed at Wang Bin again. Wang Bin retreated repeatedly, and all the guards in front of him fell down.

Wang Bin stared at the scimitar that was coming at him, with only one thought in his mind.

Brother Yang, hurry up! I'm going to die!

At this moment, a whoosh sounded.

Dobato, who was about to chop off Wang Bin's head, had a flash of vigilance in his eyes. He gave up the head that was about to be in his hand without hesitation, and his body suddenly turned up in the air and avoided the short gun that was shot!

"Dobato!"

The next moment, Yang Zhengshan and his horse rushed over.

Hongyun jumped up more than ten feet, took Yang Zhengshan across three or four feet, and appeared in front of Wang Bin like a god descending from the sky, almost moving Wang Bin to tears.

Unfortunately, Yang Zhengshan didn't know Wang Bin was moved. Before Hongyun landed, his long spear had already stabbed at Dobato.

Thunderous sounds were heard, and the spear light flew out like a long rainbow.

Duobato raised his knife and swung away the enemy, and then he flew back several feet with the force of the spear.

It must be said that Duobato has rich combat experience. In such a dangerous situation, he can still escape unscathed.

Hongyun landed, Yang Zhengshan clenched the spear in his hand, staring at Duobato without blinking.

"General, are you okay?"

"Ahem, fortunately, I'm not dead yet!" Wang Bin sat on the ground with a pale face and coughed lightly.

The fighting around was still going on, and the reinforcements seemed to be unable to hold on.

"Why are you the only one here?" Wang Bin asked.

"They are still behind!" Yang Zhengshan was still staring at Duobato.

At this time, Duobato also stabilized his body, staring at Yang Zhengshan with cold eyes.

"It's you!"

Yang Zhengshan jumped off Hongyun's back, pointing his spear directly at Duobato, "Stop talking nonsense, today we must decide life and death!"

He was not sure of taking Duobato last time, and he was still not sure this time.

But now, even if he is not sure, he has to fight.

Dobato narrowed his eyes into a slit, and raised the scimitar in his hand slightly, blocking his chest.

The next moment, the two men moved almost at the same time.

The long spear danced, and the thunder sound was mixed with the sharp sound of breaking through the air.

The blades were crisscrossed, erratic like the wind.

The figures of the two men kept interweaving and colliding.

More than ten feet around, the soldiers of the Hu tribe or the reinforcement camp retreated one after another.

Such a battle is not something that ordinary soldiers can participate in. Apart from blocking the knife, they can hardly help.

Wang Bin got up from the ground with the help of the soldiers. He ignored the battle between Yang Zhengshan and Dobato, because he could not help Yang Zhengshan at this time.

He quickly glanced at the battle between the two, and immediately commanded his soldiers.

The reinforcement camp had fallen into a disadvantage and was completely surrounded.

At this time, he needed to organize the soldiers to defend and wait for the rescue of the garrison camp.

Han Cheng and his men came very quickly. Before Yang Zhengshan and Duobato could decide the winner, Han Cheng, Song Dashan and Yang Mingzhen led the garrison battalion to rush over.

"Kill!"

The noisy sound of horse hooves came, and Song Dashan led two hundred armored cavalrymen to the front.

The armored infantry became armored cavalry, and their combat effectiveness was even better than before.

Although the number of two hundred armored cavalrymen was small, the might of the charge made him feel terrified.

They directly dispersed a large number of Hu cavalrymen who surrounded the reinforcement camp like a torrent.

"Charge!"

Song Dashan roared in anger.

He had learned the true teachings of Yang Zhengshan about the use of cavalry.

What is the use of cavalry?

Yang Zhengshan's answer was only two words, that is, 'charge'.

As long as there are conditions, then charge, if there are no conditions, then create conditions to charge.

Go forward without stopping until death!

The garrison camp came here, and Zhang Chengzhi and Zhang Yuanwu also came with the infantry of the reinforcement camp.

After lighting the ox's tail, they hurried over, but their legs were a little slower, so they came later than the garrison camp.

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

Seeing the battlefield in chaos, Zhang Chengzhi and Zhang Yuanwu rushed into the battlefield with their soldiers without any hesitation.

At this time, they were outside the flag area and did not see the garrison camp, but this did not affect their determination to participate in the battle.

With the arrival of reinforcements from both sides, the balance of victory gradually began to lean towards the reinforcement camp.

Fierce battles continued, and the two sides were completely intertwined.

The fire was still spreading, and the raging smoke obscured the starry sky and the bright moon. Screams and shouts of killing came one after another, and blood flowed like a column, converging into a river on the ground, with broken limbs and arms, and corpses everywhere.

As time went by, almost all the soldiers of the garrison camp were forced to dismount and fight on foot. They had completely lost the conditions for charging and could only fight desperately with the enemy.

The battle between Yang Zhengshan and Duobato became more and more intense. The two were equally strong, and they fought for two quarters of an hour without a clear winner.

"Huff, huh, huh~~~"

Duobato was panting heavily. The battle lasted too long and he was already tired.

Yang Zhengshan was also panting, but in terms of endurance, he was much more durable than Duobato.

The blade and the spear collided again, Yang Zhengshan's eyes were like torches, and the gilded flying fish spear in his hand had bent without knowing when.

This gilt flying fish gun is made of fine iron. Although it is not a magic weapon, it is a rare and high-quality weapon in Da Rong.

The gilded flying spear gun had been with him for more than five years, but he never expected that it would be scrapped here today.

Yang Zhengshan held the curved grabbing pole, and the gun light he swung was still extremely sharp.

Of course, the scimitar in Dobato's hand was not much better. The originally pale blade was now as broken as a saw.

Looking at Dobato who was panting violently, a cold light suddenly flashed in Yang Zhengshan's eyes.

That's it now.

Suddenly, he let go of the grab lever with his left hand, and swung the spear towards Dobato with only his right hand.

Dobato didn't have time to think too much, he raised his knife to block the spear, and with a clang, the spear was swept away by him lightly, as if he was about to let go.

Dobato was slightly shocked, ‘What’s going on? Could it be that he has lost his strength? ’

The two of them had exchanged hundreds of moves, and he had long been familiar with Yang Zhengshan's power. The strength of the shot just now was obviously far different from the previous ones.

Did Yang Zhengshan lose his strength?

Of course not!

Just when Dobato swung away the spear, he flipped his left hand, and a short sword appeared in his hand out of thin air. The next moment, the short sword flew out like an arrow off the string.

Phew!

The unsuspecting Dobato was shot directly by the dagger.

The five-inch long dagger sank directly into his chest.

This sudden change made Dobato slightly stunned, but he quickly reacted and looked at Yang Zhengshan with an unbelievable look.

"You're playing dirty tricks!"

He was shocked and angry.

He was only answered with a long stab.

The spear rotated Yang Zhengshan's body in a circle and stabbed out again, hitting Dobato in the chest.

Phew!

Two serious injuries, especially the shot at the back that penetrated Dobato's body directly.

Dobato spurted a mouthful of blood, and his expression instantly turned gray.

A dirty trick!

Does this mean I don’t follow martial ethics?

Yang Zhengshan looked at Dobato with a calm expression.

What kind of martial ethics are involved in a life-and-death fight on the battlefield?

In order to prepare for this blow, he had been stalling for time. The purpose was to let Dobato become familiar with his moves and his fighting style, and then he could catch him by surprise and kill him with one blow.

If he used this move from the beginning, Dobato would have a high chance of evading his hidden weapon, and then he would be on guard, making it almost impossible for him to come up with any surprises.

"Feel sorry!"

Yang Zhengshan said lightly, and then withdrew the curved spear.

It is indeed not good to not practice martial ethics. Although he does not care about martial ethics at all, it does not prevent him from saying sorry to a dead person.

The spear was withdrawn, and blood fell like pillars on Yang Zhengshan's armor. Dobato's body slowly fell down, his eyes looking blankly at the sky shrouded in thick smoke.

Yang Zhengshan stepped forward, picked up a long knife, and slashed Dobato on the neck.

"Red Cloud!"

Xilulu~~

Hong Yun ran out from behind the nearby tent. Yang Zhengshan got on his horse and raised his head.

"The enemy chief is dead!"

"The enemy chief is dead!"

The enemy chief is dead!

When the soldiers who were fighting around heard this, their morale suddenly increased and they started shouting one after another.

"The enemy chief is dead!"

"The enemy chief is dead!"

A hoarse voice sounded, and it spread throughout the battlefield in a moment.

The morale of the soldiers in the reinforcement camp and garrison camp skyrocketed, and Korcha's morale instantly hit rock bottom.

Defeats are often just a matter of moments.

The next moment, the Korcha clan fell into a state of complete defeat.

Many Hu people began to lose the confidence to fight and left the battlefield as if fleeing for their lives.

"Ahahaha~~Kill!"

Wang Bin, who was fighting, couldn't help laughing loudly when he saw this.

Although he suffered serious injuries, he did not completely lose his fighting ability.

It may not be possible to fight against masters, but it is still very easy to deal with some ordinary soldiers.

"Brothers, let me kill you for your merits!"

Wang Bin roared, his voice was like a broken gong, hoarse and extremely unpleasant.

However, everyone was in the same state at this time. After fighting for so long, their physical strength had long been exhausted, and they were only supported by the will to survive. Coupled with the smoke and fire, everyone's voice was hoarse.

Although the morale of the soldiers was high, they were unable to continue the pursuit and could only watch a large number of enemies flee in all directions.

The sound of fighting gradually subsided, and a touch of fish belly white gradually appeared in the eastern sky.

Thick smoke was still billowing, but the flames had stopped spreading.

When the sky was bright, Yang Zhengshan was riding on Hongyun's back, looking at the messy battlefield covered in blood.

Corpses, blood, gray smoke, and dark ashes filled the world, as if everything was describing the brutality of the battle.

The battle is finally over!

"Sir!" Han Cheng came to Yang Zhengshan with a gray face.

Yang Zhengshan nodded slightly, "How is the situation?"

Han Cheng's voice was hoarse as he said, "The casualties exceeded 300!"

"..."

Yang Zhengshan's heart skipped a beat, and then he sighed helplessly.

The casualties Han Cheng mentioned were the casualties of the Anyuan City garrison. Minor injuries were not included. They were all serious injuries and could not be used on the battlefield again.

In other words, the garrison battalion lost more than 300 people in this battle.

More than three hundred!

Before, they defeated eight tribes in a row and only lost more than thirty people.

But in this battle, more than 300 soldiers were killed!

Yang Zhengshan felt a little distressed. He spent three years training more than a thousand soldiers, but in just one battle, 30% of them were killed.

Yang Zhengshan felt that his heart was bleeding!

"How is General Wang?" Yang Zhengshan asked, dispelling the pain in his heart.

"The wound has been bandaged and he has fallen asleep now. The military doctor said that the problem is not big and he will be fine after a few days of rest!" Han Cheng replied.

Yang Zhengshan nodded. This is good news.

"Let's go and go back to see!"

After that, Yang Zhengshan drove his horse towards the south of the battlefield.