Family Rise: Beginning with Grandfather

"Sir, Sir, we found it!"

Yang Mingzhen, who had fled in a hurry, returned to the camp of the garrison camp, and the excitement on his face could not be concealed.

Yang Zhengshan, who was looking at the map in the tent, heard his voice, raised his eyebrows, and said to Han Cheng beside him: "It seems that we don't have to stay here to sleep any more!"

They have been out of the country for eight days, and except for the first four days when they needed to march, they have been resting here for the next four days.

It's not that Yang Zhengshan wants to rest, it's just because they can't find the target.

Originally, the soldiers went to the battle with full of blood and morale, but after the battle, they stayed in the camp doing nothing. To be honest, Yang Zhengshan felt helpless these days.

Yang Mingzhen hurried into the tent, "Sir, we found traces of Hu cavalry twenty miles to the northwest, and there are more than ten Hu cavalry active in that area!"

"Oh!" Yang Zhengshan's eyes lit up, "Are there any specific details?"

Yang Mingzhen's excitement stagnated slightly, and he said awkwardly: "We haven't had time to investigate yet. We found them and were discovered by them at the same time."

"What are you waiting for? Take people to search immediately!" Yang Zhengshan did not blame Yang Mingzhen.

Yang Mingzhen smiled and responded quickly: "Sir, I'll go now."

After that, he ran out of the tent again, and then ran out of the camp with hundreds of cavalry in a hurry.

Han Cheng looked at their running figures and smiled: "Little Sir Yang seems very excited!"

"He, just hasn't seen the cruelty of the battlefield, and doesn't know fear in his heart!" Yang Zhengshan shook his head and laughed.

It is said that a newborn calf is not afraid of a tiger. Similarly, these new recruits who have never been on the battlefield have no fear of fighting.

The more experienced people are, the more they know the cruelty of the battlefield, and the more they are full of awe for the battlefield.

"Maybe they need adults to guide them!" Han Cheng said.

Yang Zhengshan shook his head again, "Some things cannot be guided by others, they need to feel and experience it themselves!"

He looked at the soldiers outside the tent, and he was still a little worried.

The current garrison camp is definitely strong.

With 70% of the warriors and years of rigorous training, their combat effectiveness far exceeds that of most of the troops in Chongshan Town.

But they also have a shortcoming, that is, they have never really been on the battlefield.

They need the blood and fire of the battlefield, and they need to truly experience the desperate fighting to grow up.

Yang Zhengshan felt that they needed a hearty victory to boost morale and improve their psychological quality.

...

Just when Yang Mingzhen led a large number of scouts to search in the upper reaches of Songyuan River, hundreds of Hu cavalry rushed out of an unnamed valley thirty miles west of the garrison camp.

In the valley, there are tents and countless cattle and sheep, and a large number of Hu people wearing slit robes are busy.

In the central area, there is a unique felt tent. At this time, a man with a rough appearance, nearly fifty years old, and wearing gilded armor is sitting in the tent.

Zhayan, the leader of the Tumoge tribe of the Donghai Hu people, has more than 1,800 able-bodied men, which is a medium-sized tribe in the entire Donghai Hu people.

Since the establishment of the Daling Dynasty, the leaders of all tribes of the Donghai Hu people have been rewarded, among which the Tumoge leader Zhayan was named Gushan Ezhen.

However, although Zhayan was rewarded, the current Daling Dynasty is dominated by several large tribes such as Gorqin, Omubu, and Chahar, among which Gorqin is the royal family.

Medium-sized tribes like Tumoge are excluded from the power center of the royal city, but Zhayan is a staunch supporter of the Gorqin royal family.

Since the 23rd year of Chengping, he has followed the Gorqin royal family to invade the border of Darong many times. They are very lucky and will reap huge rewards every time they invade the border of Darong.

Even though the Gorqin royal family suffered heavy losses in the Battle of Chongshan Pass, Zhayan still firmly supports the Gorqin royal family and fights against the covetousness of the two large tribes of Omubu and Chahar for the throne.

Now that Darong intends to attack the capital, Zhayan's heart is still heavy. Although he has invaded the border of Darong many times, Darong's strength has long been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, and he is still full of awe for Darong.

However, after learning that Darong has sent dozens of garrison camps to search for various tribes, Zhayan's heaviness in his heart turned into bloodthirstiness and greed.

Garrison camp, hahaha, what the hell are those?

Dare to come to the north rashly, isn't this to deliver food?

These days, Zhayan has been arranging people to search for traces of the Darong garrison camp that entered the north, and just now he received news that traces of the Rong people were found on the banks of the Songyuan River.

Therefore, he is in a good mood now.

With a noble man coming to his door, he is ready to make a fortune.

That's right, in his eyes, those garrison camps are fat sheep, fat sheep that can be slaughtered at will.

He is still very familiar with the military system of Chongshan Town, including the Zhenbiao Camp under the command of the general, the reinforcement camp under the command of the lieutenant general, the garrison in the garrison, the garrison in each city, and so on.

In terms of combat effectiveness, the Zhenbiao Camp is naturally the strongest, followed by the reinforcement camp, the garrison in the garrison is almost like a farmer, and most of the garrison camps in each city are cowards with relatively low combat effectiveness.

If it weren't for the tall city walls, these cowards would be the objects of his slaughter at will.

Now that these cowards have walked out of the city and come to the north, Zha Yan seems to see fat sheep walking towards him.

If he hadn't taken care of the elderly, the weak, the women and the children in the tribe, he really wanted to take his warriors out to find and kill these fat sheep.

Thinking of the report he had just heard, Zha Yan paced back and forth in the felt tent impatiently.

"No, I can't wait here. I must attack as soon as possible, otherwise this fat sheep will be snatched away by others!"

There are not only their Tumoge tribe around, but also other small and medium-sized tribes. If the fat sheep delivered to the door is discovered by other tribes, then their Tumoge tribe will be empty-handed.

Thinking of the neighboring Zalci tribe next to him, he couldn't sit still.

"Come on, come on!"

In order to eat the fat sheep delivered to the door, and to avoid being suppressed by the neighboring Zalci tribe, Zha Yan decided to immediately lead the Tumoge warriors out to find the trace of the fat sheep.

As long as they can find this fat sheep, he will swallow it without hesitation and not give Zalci any chance.

Soon, he led thousands of cavalry out of the valley and rushed southeast along the Songyuan River.

At this time, Yang Zhengshan didn't know that he had been treated as a fat sheep, and he was still waiting for news from Yang Mingzhen.

The news from Yang Mingzhen came quickly and suddenly.

Yang Mingzhen, who was still excited when he left, came back with panic that he couldn't hide.

"My lord, it's bad, a large number of Hu cavalry in the west are coming towards us!"

They were originally searching for the Hu tribe, but they ran into a group of Hu cavalry just after they arrived at the valley they had been to before.

This time he brought hundreds of cavalry, facing more than a hundred Hu cavalry. The number of both sides was not much different, so Yang Mingzhen did not choose to escape, but wanted to catch a few Hu bandits as tongues.

As a result, the two sides faced each other head-on, and when they were about to fight a big battle, the ground suddenly shook in the northwest, and a large number of cavalry rushed in.

Yang Mingzhen fled in panic again.

He was really wronged.

Woohoo, I finally got a chance to fight and make merit, and finally found the traces of the Hu tribe, but before the battle even started, I fled twice.

Just thinking about it, Yang Mingzhen felt aggrieved, and at the same time he was panicked about the upcoming Hu cavalry.

After all, he was still a rookie who had never been on the battlefield. Even though he was strong now, his psychological endurance was still a little low.

Suddenly seeing thousands of Hu cavalry rushing in, he felt a chill in his heart.

"A lot, how many?" Yang Zhengshan, wearing a golden lacquered mountain armor and holding a gilded flying fish gun, walked out of the tent.

"More than a thousand cavalry!" Yang Mingzhen replied quickly.

Yang Zhengshan glanced to the west, but the west was a low hill. He only saw the scouts who were sent out running back, and did not see the Hu cavalry.

Han Cheng, who was next to him, heard the words and his expression suddenly became nervous, but Song Dashan was relatively calm. After all, Song Dashan had also fought many times with Yang Zhengshan.

"Cavalry out of the camp, infantry defend!"

Yang Zhengshan gave the order without any hesitation.

At the same time, he jumped onto the back of Hongyun not far away.

"Cavalry out of the camp!"

He raised the spear in his hand and shouted again.

Next, the originally quiet camp immediately became agitated.

Da Da Da~~

One by one, the cavalry jumped on the horse and rushed out of the camp behind Yang Zhengshan.

When they just left the camp, these cavalry were still in a mess, but in just a moment, the cavalry formation became neat.

When Yang Zhengshan ran to the small hill east of the camp, the more than 300 cavalry behind him had become neat and uniform.

This is the result of three years of training, from panic to order, from eagerness to calmness, from chaos to neatness.

Order, calmness, and neatness have become the habits of all garrison camps.

No one needs to restrain or urge, everything is a habit.

At the same time, Han Cheng was also arranging defenses in the camp. There were carriages outside the camp, and a large number of infantrymen were dispersed to their respective defensive positions.

The sword and shield soldiers were in front, using the carriages to defend, the spearmen were in the middle, putting the spear heads on the carriages, ready to block the cavalry at any time, and the archers were in the back, lowering their bodies and waiting for the arrival of the enemy.

Two hundred armored infantrymen gathered at the exit of the camp, with long spears standing in a forest, and the atmosphere of killing instantly filled the world.

Song Dashan was wearing a black armor and holding a long halberd. His tall figure made him look like a monster.

He stood in front of a group of armored infantrymen, with his back straight, his eyes like lightning, and stared at the small hill in the west.

At this time, Song Dashan did not look stupid at all, but looked mighty and strong.

As the most respected person around Yang Zhengshan, Song Dashan was definitely a brave general.

Although Song Dashan sometimes behaved very stupidly, at critical moments, his stupidity would turn into perseverance and fearlessness. Perhaps this is another manifestation of stupidity.

It took only three or four minutes from the time Yang Mingzhen entered the camp to the time Yang Zhengshan led the cavalry to the small hill east of the camp.

But the more than a thousand soldiers in the garrison camp were fully prepared for battle. The process seemed a bit chaotic, but in fact there was order in the chaos. Everyone did their duty without any fear or retreat.

At this time, more than a thousand cavalrymen of Tumoge finally arrived!

Figures emerged from the hills in the west, and soon formed a dark mass.

Yang Zhengshan stood on the hill in the east on horseback, looking at it across the camp below.