Chapter 228: Escape

Yang Zhengshan and his horse swept through the north of the camp, and three hundred cavalrymen crushed through the south of the camp.

In just a moment, the Hu cavalry that was still attacking the camp's defense line was in chaos.

Some people were bloody, some were panicking and wanted to escape, and some were still attacking desperately without knowing the situation.

However, Zha Yan on the hillside finally reacted at this time.

"Quick, quick, let them all retreat!"

Woo woo woo~~

A dull horn sounded.

The Hu cavalry that besieged the camp heard it and fled in panic.

But can they escape?

The camp is so big, and it's only two miles to turn around. Yang Zhengshan rode his horse from the back of the camp to the entrance of the camp, and it only took three or two minutes.

Sigh~~

When he rushed to the entrance, Hong Yun actually raised his leg and kicked the horse in front of him away.

"Don't kick the horse, that's our horse!" Yang Zhengshan looked at the warhorse that was thrown out a foot away, and said with some heartache.

This is a trophy, a warhorse is worth at least dozens of taels of silver.

As a result, Hongyun was so excited that dozens of taels of silver became a few taels of silver, and the good warhorse could only be slaughtered for meat.

Sigh! !

Hongyun shook his big head and bared his teeth at Song Dashan next to him.

Song Dashan, covered in blood, also grinned.

Yang Zhengshan couldn't help shaking his head when he saw his silly look.

"Stop it, chase them and kill them!"

Three hundred cavalrymen had already killed them, and Yang Zhengshan joined them and rushed directly to the hillside in the west.

At this time, Zha Yan saw that the situation was not good and had already fled with his men.

What is fleeing in a hurry?

It's right in front of us!

When Yang Zhengshan rushed to the top of the hill, Zha Yan had already run hundreds of meters with less than two hundred Hu cavalrymen.

"Stop!"

Yang Zhengshan raised the spear in his hand and stopped the soldiers who wanted to continue chasing.

Although it is not difficult to catch up with Hongyun at his speed, Yang Zhengshan does not intend to continue the pursuit.

Because this battle is the first battle of the soldiers.

A hearty victory is enough, there is no need to prolong the battle and let the high morale of the soldiers fall.

Maintaining the current state and strengthening the confidence of the soldiers is the most important thing.

As for the escaped Hu cavalry, can they run away?

Don't forget that they still have tribes and settlements.

Yang Zhengshan turned and looked at Yang Mingzhen, who was full of excitement, "Arrange people to guard around and don't slack off!"

Although the battle has just ended, you can't be careless at this time. If the opponent kills again, or there are other Hu cavalry to attack, it will be bad!

"Yes."

Yang Mingzhen responded and immediately led dozens of cavalry to disperse and guard.

And Yang Zhengshan led the remaining cavalry back to the camp.

This battle came and went quickly.

In fact, the entire battle, from the time Yang Mingzhen ran back to report to the time Yang Zhengshan led the cavalry back to the camp, took only more than two quarters of an hour.

But in these two quarters of an hour, the soldiers of the Anyuan City garrison camp killed nearly a thousand enemies, showing super strong combat effectiveness.

"Sir!"

Seeing Yang Zhengshan coming back, Han Cheng's face was full of excitement and surprise that could not be concealed.

The garrison camp killed nearly a thousand enemies in the first battle!

This was too unexpected, too exaggerated, and too incredible.

Although Han Cheng was responsible for the battle in the camp, he still felt incredible.

In fact, he was a little worried before. The battlefield was tragic. Anyone who went to the battlefield would feel anxious and uneasy. Han Cheng was no exception. He was even ready to die on the battlefield.

However, he didn't expect that this battle would end like this.

There was no way. He had never been on the battlefield. He knew that the garrison camp soldiers were very strong, but he really didn't have a clear concept of how strong they were.

Not only him, but probably only Song Dashan had some concept in the entire garrison camp. It was because Song Dashan had been on the battlefield before and fought with the Hu cavalry many times.

"How are the casualties?" Yang Zhengshan asked calmly.

"Casualties!" Han Cheng was startled, then reacted and said quickly: "I will go and count them now!"

"Sir, I have already counted them!"

At this time, Song Dashan came over in a blood-stained iron armor, grinning: "Sir, there are no casualties, only a dozen broken bones, and the rest are superficial injuries!"

Yang Zhengshan raised his eyebrows. Such a casualty ratio was very surprising, but it seemed reasonable.

In this battle, the strength of the enemy and ours was almost the same.

But the enemy attacked and we defended. The enemy was mainly cavalry, and we defended with the defense line of the camp.

Although there was no strong city to defend, the garrison camp still had the advantage of the defense line under attack and defense.

In addition, although the strength of the two sides was almost the same, there was a big gap in the personal strength and training level of the soldiers on both sides.

Most of the soldiers in the garrison camp are warriors, while the number of warriors on the opposite side of the Hu cavalry is estimated to be less than 20%.

As for training, the Hu cavalry is ferocious and dares to fight, but in terms of training, they are not as good as most of the soldiers in Chongshan Town.

In addition, there is a gap in weapons and equipment.

In short, these Hu cavalry have almost no advantages except for their fierceness.

But in front of the well-trained garrison camp, their fierceness seems extremely fragile and can't be hit at all.

Yang Zhengshan is still very satisfied with such a result.

Three years!

It took him three whole years to train such an elite army. If he lost hundreds of people in one battle, it would be a shame for his investment.

"Immediately arrange for military doctors to treat them. Zhou Ren has the wound medicine and medicinal wine I prepared. You can go and get them later!" Yang Zhengshan ordered.

The garrison camp has military doctors, but there are not many of them, only twenty.

Among them, only two are real doctors, and the remaining eighteen are apprentices that Yang Zhengshan asked these two doctors to train.

There is no way, doctors are too difficult to train. A few years is not enough for Yang Zhengshan to train a powerful military doctor.

As for the wound medicine and medicinal wine, they were prepared by Yang Zhengshan himself. They were refined or brewed with the spiritual spring water and medicinal materials in the spiritual spring space. They have a good therapeutic effect on external injuries and fractures.

Then everyone began to clean up the battlefield. The casualties were not large, but the harvest was quite fruitful.

Nearly a thousand Hu cavalry stayed here, and their armor and war horses all became the spoils of the garrison camp.

Although most of the armor and horses were damaged, there were still many intact ones.

As night fell, Zhou Ren came to Yang Zhengshan's tent, "Sir, the results of the battle have been counted!"

"Yes!" Yang Zhengshan looked at the map and responded without raising his head.

Zhou Ren reported: "In this battle, my garrison camp beheaded 846 people, captured 323 horses, 780 weapons of various types, and 73 sets of complete leather armor!"

Yang Zhengshan raised his head when he heard it.

"324 horses?"

"Yes, they are all good horses!" Zhou Ren said happily.

More than 800 people were beheaded, but there were only more than 300 horses. Obviously, the other horses were either injured or dead.

This is normal. On the battlefield, the loss of horses is still very large.

As for why there are no prisoners, it is very simple. Now Yang Zhengshan has no time to manage prisoners, so even if there are prisoners, they will be beheaded.

Yang Zhengshan's mouth curled up slightly.

It took him three years to accumulate more than 300 war horses for the garrison camp, but after leaving the country, he captured more than 300 war horses in just one battle.

"Very good! Distribute the war horses first!"

Although the garrison camp only had more than 300 cavalrymen, it did not mean that the garrison camp could only have 300 cavalrymen.

In fact, every soldier in the garrison camp had received riding training.

As long as Yang Zhengshan was given enough war horses, all members of the garrison camp could become cavalrymen.

And two hundred armored soldiers would become heavy cavalrymen.

"Yes!" Zhou Ren responded and left the tent.

Then, Song Dashan came in with two large bowls.

"My lord, it's time to eat!"

He put the food on the table.

Yang Zhengshan picked up the chopsticks and looked at the food in the bowl, two large pieces of coarse grain cakes, a bowl of dried vegetable soup, and a large bowl of meat.

The garrison camp's military rations included coarse grain cakes, dried vegetables and dried meat.

The meat in the bowl should be horse meat.

Yang Zhengshan didn't despise him and ate with big mouthfuls.

"Is Mingzhen not back yet?"

After Yang Mingzhen arranged the security around the camp, he led a dozen cavalrymen out to search for the traces of the Hu cavalry.

Song Dashan said: "Not yet!"

"Well, you go and make arrangements, let everyone have a good rest tonight, we may have to go to war tomorrow!" Yang Zhengshan said, thinking about the Hu cavalry during the day.

This group of Hu cavalry appeared around the camp, which means that their settlement should not be far from the camp, and Yang Mingzhen had already discovered their traces before. It is thought that their settlement is near the Songyuan River in the west.

While Yang Zhengshan was eating, Yang Mingzhen was climbing up a small hill with three soldiers.

They crawled on the ground and moved to the top of the hill little by little.

Under the cold moonlight, Yang Mingzhen made a gesture behind him and observed quietly.

It was early spring at this time, and the grass and trees in the mountains had just begun to sprout, and could not cover their figures.

However, the hilltop was covered with large and small rocks, which could provide them with some cover.

Yang Mingzhen stretched his neck to observe the surroundings carefully, while listening to the movements around him.

A gentle breeze blew, and the sound of subtle breathing could be heard faintly.

Yang Mingzhen moved again and touched behind a boulder.

Secret sentry!

Soon he found a figure curled up under the boulder.

His eyes lit up.

He had found someone here during the day, but he did not come to check at that time, but waited until now to come.

Since there is a secret sentry here, it means that there is a settlement of the Hu people around, which should be on the other side of this hilltop.

Thinking of this, Yang Mingzhen did not hesitate and quietly moved behind the boulder.

Although the Hu secret sentry had been observing the surroundings, he did not notice the existence of Yang Mingzhen.

The next moment!

With a puff, the short blade pierced his throat.

Yang Mingzhen's figure had appeared in front of him.

After confirming that the guy was dead, Yang Mingzhen immediately observed the surroundings. When he confirmed that there was no one else around, he exhaled lightly.

Then, he looked towards the other side of the hill.

Saw it!

Under the cold moonlight, a shadowy felt tent appeared in his eyes, and there were a few faint spots of light.

"Found it!"

Yang Mingzhen was overjoyed.