Family Rise: Beginning with Grandfather

After flying back more than ten steps, Yang Zhengshan supported his body with the butt of his gun.

"Dad, are you okay?"

Yang Minghao, who had been staring at Yang Zhengshan, saw him flying back and hurried forward to ask worriedly.

Yang Zhengshan shook his head slightly, his eyes fixed on the bearded man who had just stabbed him.

His hand touched the gun body, and his face became more solemn.

This iron gun was brought back from the army by the original body. It was not a standard weapon in the army, nor was it a magic weapon, but a weapon carefully made by a craftsman.

Since he came to this world, he has been using this long gun. He didn't cherish it very much. He often used it to poke rocks and earth walls, but this long gun had never been damaged.

However, today, just by being slashed by someone, the long gun in his hand was bent, and there was a deep knife mark on the gun body. Just a little bit, his long gun was cut off.

Just one knife, he was almost killed in seconds!

Yang Zhengshan exhaled heavily.

His eyes moved to the slightly thin figure.

The blade was as sharp as a rainbow, and it was so fierce and domineering that it actually suppressed the bearded man.

With his eyes flashing, Yang Zhengshan thought to himself: "Sure enough, with my current strength, I have no qualifications to fight against a post-natal warrior!"

Seeing that Zhou Lan could deal with the bearded man, Yang Zhengshan was slightly relieved.

"Give me the gun!"

As he said that, he took the spear from Yang Minghao without waiting for his reaction.

The bent iron spear was no longer usable, so he could only use Yang Minghao's wooden spear.

Iron spears are very expensive. There are only two iron spears in the entire Yangjia Village, one in Yang Zhengshan's hand and one in Yang Zhengxiang's hand. Ordinary villagers can't afford iron spears at all, so they can only use hardwood spears.

After being used to iron spears, Yang Zhengshan felt a little uncomfortable with the hardwood spear, but fortunately it didn't affect him much.

With the spear dancing, Yang Zhengshan rushed into the battlefield again.

At this time, the battle has entered a white-hot stage, with screams and shouts of killing.

The young and strong men of Yangjia Village, the soldiers of the border army, and the soldiers of the Hu tribe, the three parties fought fiercely together.

The soldiers of the border army were elite, the soldiers of the Hu tribe were fierce, and the young and strong men of Yangjia Village were only full of passion and rest.

Although the young and strong men of Yangjia Village were far inferior to the soldiers of the Hu tribe in terms of martial arts, they were better in resting and resting, and they cooperated and supported each other.

For a while, the three parties fought hard.

After leaving the bearded warrior to Zhou Lan, Yang Zhengshan began to clean up the warriors of the Hu tribe.

Under the acquired day, he was almost invincible.

The strong physique, terrifying power, and the energy that burst out from time to time were enough for him to deal with all the warriors in the body-building realm.

The battle did not last too long. It was only a quarter of an hour before the bearded man retreated first.

"Retreat!"

The bearded man was very decisive. Seeing that things were hopeless, he ordered a retreat without any hesitation.

Seeing the enemy retreat, the young men of Yangjia Village shouted excitedly, and some of them chased after them.

"Don't chase the desperate enemy, come back!"

Yang Zhengshan hurriedly stopped the young men who were overwhelmed by the blood.

These guys were a little carried away.

At this time, there was a pool of blood everywhere on the top of the mountain, hundreds of corpses, broken limbs and arms everywhere, and the smell of blood was pungent.

After the excitement, there was a bleak and dead silence.

The young men of Yangjia Village, who experienced such a bloody battle for the first time, were replaced by a pale face after the excitement faded.

They stood there in a daze, staring at their companions lying on the ground.

"What are you still standing there for? Carry the wounded back!"

Yang Zhengshan didn't care about anything else and shouted loudly.

After his reminder, the young men reacted and carried the wounded to Yangjia Village.

On the other side, the soldiers of the border army were also cleaning up the battlefield and treating the wounded.

"May I ask your name, warrior?" Zhou Lan came to Yang Zhengshan and asked with a fist.

Yang Zhengshan returned the greeting with a fist, "Yang Zhengshan from Yangjia Village greets the general!"

"Yangjia Village!" Zhou Lan looked down the mountain and nodded slightly, "Thank you for your help!"

The two did not say much. After greeting each other, they both got busy.

Although the battle was over, there were still many things waiting for them to deal with.

Yang Zhengshan only participated in the battle on the top of the mountain, while Zhou Lan and his men fled for more than ten miles, fighting and retreating along the way, leaving behind many corpses and wounded, all of which needed them to deal with.

Zhou Lan and his men did not enter the village, but temporarily rested on the hillside.

Yang Zhengshan ignored them and hurried back to the village.

"How is the situation!"

He asked Yang Zhengxiang from the open space at the head of the village.

"Six people died, twelve were seriously injured, and twenty-three were slightly injured!" Yang Zhengshan said with a heavy face.

Yang Zhengshan trembled all over. He had expected that there would be casualties in this battle, and the casualties were not small, but when the time came, he still felt a little unbearable.

But now is not the time to feel uncomfortable. He turned and ran into the kitchen, took a bucket, and took out all the existing spiritual spring water.

There were only three bowls in total.

"Feed them some water first!"

Yang Zhengshan didn't care about the others and distributed the three bowls of spiritual spring water to the twelve seriously injured people.

The spiritual spring water has the effect of healing injuries, but it has not reached the point of defying fate. All he can do is to do his best and leave it to fate.

However, Yangjia Village is not short of herbs for treating external injuries.

Medicine and martial arts are inseparable. Although there are no powerful doctors in Yangjia Village, many people can treat injuries and trauma.

As for hiring a doctor, it is impossible now.

The Hu tribe entered the country, and people were in panic. No one dared to run around. Even the county town was closed. Even if they wanted to hire a doctor, there was no place to go.

When Yang Zhengshan was done, he noticed a burst of crying around.

Separation of life and death!

Six people died in the battle, which meant that six families of villagers lost their loved ones. Twelve people were seriously injured, which meant that twelve families of villagers were in worry and sadness.

Yang Zhengshan looked at the crying villagers, and his mood became heavier.

Yang Zhengxiang came to him at some point and patted his shoulder, "It's not your fault!"

"Of course I know it's not my fault. If we don't fight this battle, those Hu cavalry will attack our village soon!"

"This battle is not for me, but for everyone!"

Yang Zhengshan shook his head and said softly.

He did not feel guilty about it. Maybe he had some selfish motives, but he thought that he did all this for Yangjia Village and the Yang family.

But not feeling guilty does not mean not being sad. Fresh lives just disappeared like this, and they were all young men he was familiar with. On weekdays, they all called him Uncle Zhengshan and Grandpa Zhengshan.

They were still so young, the youngest was only sixteen years old, but they left this world like this.

"Patriarch, they all sacrificed for Yangjia Village." Yang Zhengshan said solemnly.

"I understand!" Yang Zhengxiang said.

Yang Zhengshan shook his head slightly and said, "Patriarch, what I mean is that Yangjia Village should give compensation to the victims, and should be filial to their parents and raise their wives and children for the victims."

Yang Zhengxiang stroked his gray beard, "It should be so, but~~"

He did not say the rest, but Yang Zhengshan understood his dilemma.

The Yang family has no family property, how should the compensation be paid?

Let other members of the family make up?

This is obviously not possible. Everyone is very poor and can't afford the money at all.

Moreover, once this is done, it is likely to cause some unnecessary conflicts, and may make other clansmen more hostile to the relatives of those victims.

"There is no way now, but we can't forget their sacrifices. When we have clan property in the future, we will compensate them!"

"Their parents, wives and children should also be taken care of more, and no one is allowed to bully them!"

Yang Zhengshan said solemnly.

Although the Yang family is still united, it does not mean that there are no sinister people in the family.

There are also cases of eating up the whole family and bullying the old, weak and young.

Yang Zhengshan cannot change what has happened in the past, but he decided not to allow anyone to do so in the future.

Hearing him say this, Yang Zhengxiang also took it seriously.

"I will pass on this matter, don't worry!"