Family Rise: Beginning with Grandfather

Yang Zhengshan was not aware of Korcha's actions. He was standing in the ruins of the Heshe tribe.

The Heshe tribe was the Hu tribe they attacked the day before yesterday. They attacked seven Hu tribes in seven days. Now they are less than fifty miles away from Korcha.

Yang Zhengshan decided to suspend the action and rest for a while.

The continuous attacks made the soldiers exhausted, and the Hu tribes in the area north of Songyuan River and south of Korcha had been cleared by them. They no longer had targets to attack.

Wang Sheng and Yuan Wanli came to the settlement of Heshe. Looking at the mess and ruins on the ground, they were numb.

However, when they saw the soldiers of the garrison camp, they couldn't help but stop.

Both of them looked at the group of devils from hell with their pupils contracted.

Really like devils.

The whole body was dark red, and the dried blood covered the face, with a pair of bright but cold eyes.

The most important thing was the murderous aura on them, or it should be the bloody aura.

Strong, terrifying, and chilling.

For seven days, the soldiers slept in the open air, never took a bath, but had to bathe in blood every day.

You can imagine what they looked like at this time.

Not to mention them, even Yang Zhengshan looked like a ghost at this time. The golden lacquer armor turned dark red, the long hair on his head was in pieces, and the originally fluttering beard was tied into a hard short stick, and he exuded a pungent stench.

These Tian Wangsheng and Yuan Wanli have been following their footsteps, but they have never seen the soldiers of the garrison camp. No, to be precise, they have never seen the garrison camp.

Every time the battle ended, Yang Zhengshan would arrange someone to send them a message, and when they arrived at the battlefield, Yang Zhengshan had already left with the garrison camp.

So today is the first time they have seen Yang Zhengshan and the garrison camp in these days.

The garrison camp at this time is completely different from the garrison camp they saw before.

Although the garrison camp before was also full of murderous aura, it was definitely not so strong and so terrifying.

"You are here!" Yang Zhengshan saw Wang Sheng and Yuan Wanli and walked over with big strides.

"My Lord, my Lord!" Yuan Wanli looked at Yang Zhengshan, whose face was covered in blood, in disbelief.

Wang Sheng's eyes flickered, and he clasped his fists and bowed, "Greetings, my Lord!"

Yang Zhengshan grinned, but his bloody face made him look particularly ugly.

"Pack up, we will return to the south bank of Songyuan River today!"

The battle was temporarily over, and they needed to retreat to the camp on the south bank of Songyuan River to rest.

"Don't worry, my Lord, we will clean up now!"

Wang Sheng didn't waste any words and immediately arranged for people to start cleaning up the ruins of the Heshe tribe.

These days, he transferred a group of civilians from Jiacheng. There was no other way. The garrison camp had to clean up a Hu tribe every day, and they had to clean up a Hu tribe every day.

The civilians he brought before were not enough, so he had to temporarily mobilize another group.

These civilians were already familiar with this kind of thing, and they moved all the supplies onto the carriages and ox carts with ease.

As for the heads, Yuan Wanli also counted them and confirmed the number of heads.

As dusk approached, the garrison camp and the civilians who came to transport the spoils walked south together.

However, they did not go far. After walking more than ten miles, they found a flat place to prepare to spend the night.

At this time, they were more than 150 miles away from the camp on the south bank of Songyuan River. It would take at least a day to rush back, so they would definitely not be able to go back today.

At night, Yang Zhengshan found a carriage to lean on, his eyes slightly closed, and his expression was calm and closed.

"Sir, there are many scouts from Korcha!" Yang Mingzhen said with fatigue that could not be concealed.

These days, Yang Mingzhen is probably the busiest.

Yang Mingzhen is responsible for scout reconnaissance and vigilance. Although he does not need to do it personally, he must stay alert at all times and cannot sleep soundly.

"How far is it from us?" Yang Zhengshan asked.

"It has been following us and always keeps a distance of four or five miles!" Yang Mingzhen said.

Yang Zhengshan opened his eyes and nodded slightly, "Have a good sleep tonight, I will personally watch!"

"Sir, no, I can do it!" Yang Mingzhen said.

Yang Zhengshan stood up and patted his shoulder, "Have a good rest!"

The night tonight was particularly cold, and the silvery white crescent moon hung in the quiet night sky, swaying the hazy moonlight.

Yang Zhengshan rode Hongyun to the north of the temporary camp four or five miles away, and he could see four or five figures in the distance.

The distance of four or five miles was not close, nor was it far. Standing here, you could see the campfire of the temporary camp.

These people probably just wanted to watch them. As for the attack, their vigilance had never been relaxed, and there were always more than a hundred cavalrymen around to be on guard.

Yang Zhengshan did not drive away the Hu clan spies on the opposite side, but just sat down on a grassy area.

Although it was midnight, Hongyun was still very energetic.

This guy has been enjoying himself in recent days. The soldiers are exhausted, mentally and physically filled with fatigue that cannot be removed in a short time, but this guy still looks energetic.

Xilulu~~

Hongyun hummed to Yang Zhengshan.

Yang Zhengshan had no choice but to take out a few peaches and hand them to it. He took a peach and started to eat it.

Such a good thing cannot be given to the soldiers, Yang Zhengshan muttered in his heart, "It's not that I want to eat it all by myself, it's really not suitable to take it out!"

He wanted to share some with the soldiers, but he couldn't explain the origin of this thing!

The spiritual spring water can be mixed with water, but fresh fruit is really hard to explain.

At the end of April, it was still in the north, and there was no way to have fresh fruit.

Just when Yang Zhengshan was eating peaches, Hongyun next to him suddenly called softly.

Shh~~

Yang Zhengshan's expression moved slightly, and his ears stood up quickly.

In terms of vigilance, Hongyun has animal instincts, and its hearing is better than that of humans, even worse than Yang Zhengshan.

The slight sound of the wind blew the inch-high grass and made a rustling sound.

But there were also some different sounds mixed in it.

Being targeted by someone?

And it was just one person?

"Eat quickly!"

Yang Zhengshan whispered.

Hongyun quickly swallowed the peach on the ground, and after Yang Zhengshan finished eating it, he picked up the peach pit and threw it into the Lingquan space.

There is no way to explain the fresh peach, and there is no way to explain the fresh peach pit. In order to avoid trouble, Yang Zhengshan would throw the peach pit into the Lingquan space every time he finished eating.

The man was approaching, and his movements were very slight, almost inaudible. If it weren't for Hongyun's reminder, Yang Zhengshan would not have noticed it for a while.

Master!

What a coincidence!

If other soldiers ran into this guy, they would definitely be in danger.

Yang Zhengshan observed the surroundings as usual, and did not deliberately observe the other party's position.

Time passed by minute by minute, and the other party was very cautious and kept crawling close to the ground.

In this dim moonlight, it is difficult for ordinary people to detect his existence.

About a quarter of an hour later, the other party was less than ten feet away from Yang Zhengshan.

Yang Zhengshan still did not move, but quietly clenched the spear beside him.

The night wind blew gently, and suddenly the man jumped up from the ground like a cheetah and rushed towards Yang Zhengshan.

Xilulu! !

Hongyun let out a loud neigh, jumped up, and stepped on the figure with two horse hooves.

At the same time, a flash of spear light came out from under Hongyun, and the thunder sound that was so low that it was barely audible shook slightly.

The tacit understanding between the man and the horse almost reached the limit.

The visitor obviously did not expect such a situation, but this man's strength was amazing.

Seeing that the horse's hoof was about to fall on him and the spear was about to pierce his abdomen, his body actually twisted and rolled in the air, avoiding the horse's hoof and Yang Zhengshan's gun.

However, although he dodged, he looked very embarrassed, and rolled more than ten feet before he stabilized his body.

At this time, Yang Zhengshan saw the other person's face clearly. He was about forty years old, with a strong body but not tall, and a rough face with obvious characteristics of the Hu people.

Yang Zhengshan did not ask who the other party was. His figure instantly passed through Hongyun's belly, and his long spear stabbed at the other party like a poisonous snake spitting out its tongue.

The man's expression changed slightly, and his figure retreated repeatedly, while swinging his knife to block Yang Zhengshan's spear.

Feeling the force coming from the spear, Yang Zhengshan's heart could not help but become solemn.

Master!

A real master.

At least a master above the eighth level of the acquired realm!

But definitely not a master of the innate realm.

The figure moved, the long spear danced, and the fierce spear kept approaching.

The other party was not to be outdone. A pale scimitar was swung to form a light curtain, which actually blocked all of Yang Zhengshan's spears.

The clanging collision sound was like a continuous rainstorm, and the figures of the two kept interweaving under the crescent moon.

After fighting for dozens of moves, the two were evenly matched, and no one had an advantage.

Such a result surprised both of them.

Now Yang Zhengshan's cultivation is at the seventh level of the acquired realm, not far from the eighth level. In addition to his physical advantage, he dares to say that he can suppress the warriors at the eighth level of the acquired realm. Even if it is the ninth level of the acquired realm, he can fight.

But facing the Hu man in front of him, he can't suppress him.

Could it be that the other party is at the ninth level of the acquired realm!

At this moment, a series of horse hoof sounds rang out.

Some came from the north, and some came from the south. The ones in the south were naturally the soldiers in charge of vigilance in the garrison camp, and the ones in the north were Korcha's spies.

Both of them noticed their companions coming over, and they collided again and dispersed.

Xi Lulu! !

Hongyun ran behind Yang Zhengshan.

Its hooves are very powerful. It can kick a man and a horse away with one hoof. However, it can't help when encountering a powerful warrior, so when Yang Zhengshan was fighting just now, it has been standing quietly by the side and observing.

In case Yang Zhengshan can't beat it, it can take Yang Zhengshan away.

Hongyun is still very smart, not only smart but also human nature.

The man and the horse have been together for several years, not only do they have a lot of tacit understanding, but also have a deep affection.