Chapter 29 Damn, I was careless

Looking at the retreating frontier troops, Yang Zhengshan couldn't help but narrow his eyes.

This is a cavalry, but because they entered the mountains, they abandoned their war horses.

Although they were fleeing, they had a basis for advance and retreat, and from time to time they would use the terrain to launch a counterattack, which showed that they were a well-trained elite.

However, what really caught Yang Zhengshan's attention was the leader of this frontier army.

He was not tall, slightly thin, and wearing a black-brown cotton armor. On the surface, this person did not seem to be outstanding, but all the soldiers were protecting him.

Moreover, this person's strength was not bad, and there was a burst of energy in every move.

A post-natal warrior!

"Dad, they are coming!"

Just as Yang Zhengshan was guessing the identity of the leader, Yang Mingzhi next to him said nervously.

Yang Zhengshan stroked his inch-long beard and said, "Go and gather everyone to come and prepare for the battle!"

According to the opponent's trajectory, they should reach the top of the mountain soon, but they should not go to Yangjia Village.

For these border troops, fleeing into the mountains is undoubtedly the best choice. With the help of the complex terrain in the mountains, they have a great chance of escaping the end of the whole army being destroyed.

But when the border troops flee into the mountains, Yangjia Village will suffer.

Yang Zhengshan does not think that these Hu cavalry will leave obediently after they have done their job.

Instead of waiting for these Hu cavalry to come over by themselves, it is better to take advantage of the fact that there is still an elite border army and unite with the border army to eliminate these Hu cavalry.

Moreover, they can still occupy the terrain advantage now. The Hu cavalry has abandoned their war horses, and they can completely block this group of enemies from a high position.

After receiving Yang Zhengshan's order, Yang Minghao ran down the mountain while blowing a sharp whistle.

Yang Zhengshan divided the more than 100 young and strong men in Yangjia Village into three teams, each with about 35 people. Yang Minghao did not belong to any team, but followed Yang Zhengshan to run errands.

He was not a personal guard, but at most an errand boy.

Who made him young?

As the whistle sounded, whistles were heard in the village.

Two short and one long whistle sounds meant to gather.

Soon, the young men on guard in the village rushed to the back mountain.

In less than three minutes, the young men who were originally scattered in various parts of the village gathered at the training ground in the back mountain.

"Minghao, what's the situation?" Yang Minghui asked Yang Minghao after the assembly.

"Dad is waiting on the mountain, let's go first!"

Yang Minghao had no time to explain and ran to the top of the mountain first.

Yang Minghui waved his hand and shouted: "Follow, hurry up!"

When they arrived at the top of the mountain, the two sides fighting on the hillside were less than 200 meters away from the top of the mountain.

"Line up!"

Yang Zhengshan didn't have time to talk nonsense and ordered directly.

At this time, the young men had seen the border troops and Hu cavalry fighting on the hillside, but they did not show panic and fear, but were eager to try.

A newborn calf is not afraid of a tiger. Now these young men have been practicing martial arts since childhood and have long wanted to show their skills.

In addition to their hard training in the past month, they want to fight even more.

Even facing the bloody battlefield, they are not afraid at all.

Following Yang Zhengshan's order, more than a hundred young men immediately lined up in two neat rows on the top of the mountain.

And their appearance also attracted the attention of the border troops and Hu cavalry who were fighting.

Looking at the group of people wearing coarse linen clothes that suddenly appeared, Zhou Lan was stunned for a moment, and then she couldn't help but feel angry.

"Go!"

She shouted in anger.

Maybe because her physical strength was about to run out, her voice was particularly hoarse, as unpleasant as tearing rags.

"You idiots, what are you still doing here? Waiting to die?"

At this time, Zhou Lan was really angry, even more angry than when she was surrounded by Hu cavalry.

She really couldn't understand why a group of people appeared here and stood on the top of the mountain waiting to die.

That's right, in her eyes, the young and strong men in Yangjia Village are just a group of ordinary people. Even if they are holding long spears in their hands, she still doesn't think that these ordinary people have any fighting power.

Not only her, but also the Hu cavalry behind her think so.

Seeing a group of people in cloth clothes, the Hu soldiers were not panicked at all, but showed ferocious smiles.

Just when Zhou Lan was about to rush to the top of the mountain to disperse these people first, a whoosh sounded.

A short spear more than one meter long flew over her head and pierced into the chest of a Hu cavalry with a puff.

She looked up in the direction where the short spear flew, and saw a burly man holding a short spear and throwing it.

Yes, this burly man is Yang Zhengshan.

His original physique was a little thin, but after several months of cultivation and nourishment, Yang Zhengshan is now a strong man with a strong back and strong waist.

His face has grown flesh, and his complexion does not look as gray as it did at the beginning.

In a few breaths, Yang Zhengshan threw all ten pistols on his body.

The ten pistols hit six people, helping the border soldiers who were fighting to catch their breath.

"Come up!" Yang Zhengshan ignored Zhou Lan's roar and shouted calmly.

Zhou Lan was startled, and her dusty face was surprised, but she quickly reacted.

"Follow!"

Yang Zhengshan's move proved that these people in front of him were not ordinary villagers. Although Zhou Lan was still worried, she could not afford to waste time at this point.

Yang Zhengshan held the iron spear and stared at the bottom.

At this time, he was very glad that these Hu cavalry did not carry bows and arrows. Perhaps it was because they gave up bows and arrows when they entered the mountains, or perhaps it was because they were not good at riding and shooting. But no matter what, it was a good thing that they did not have bows and arrows.

The young and strong men in Yangjia Village did not have armor to protect them, so they did not dare to face a group of enemies with bows and arrows.

It was precisely because of this that Yang Zhengshan dared to gather people to fight, otherwise he would rather fight a defensive battle in the village.

The enemy was getting closer and closer, and Zhou Lan had already come to Yang Zhengshan.

However, Yang Zhengshan did not even look at her and let her walk into the back of the queue.

"Kill!"

Suddenly, Yang Zhengshan roared.

He stepped out with a big step, and the man pounced down like a beast, and the long spear in his hand stabbed directly at a Hu soldier who rushed over.

Looking down from a high place, he actually jumped more than ten feet. The Hu soldier did not expect that he would come to him all of a sudden, with a ferocious smile on his face.

The next moment, there was a sharp pain in his chest, and the iron spear sank into his chest. Before he could react, the iron spear had been withdrawn, and then a big foot stepped on his face.

"Charge!"

A loud shout resounded, and Yang Zhengshan took the lead, feeling like he was going to kill everyone.

Behind him, a group of young and strong men from Yangjia Village launched attacks in units of five according to their past training.

At the same time, the border soldiers who were just fleeing also turned around and interspersed among the young and strong men to support the young and strong men's attack.

Although the two sides did not communicate at all, they cooperated surprisingly well.

Of course, this was not because the young and strong men were well-trained, but because the border soldiers in front of them were truly elite. They knew how to cooperate and knew that this was the best time to launch a counterattack.

Compared with them, the young and strong men only relied on their passion and the simplest training. They were still far from being truly elite.

But even so, Zhou Lan was surprised.

A group of ordinary people actually had such fighting power, which she never expected.

But soon she didn't care about the young and strong around her. After a moment's respite, her slightly thin figure suddenly flew out like a cheetah, and the long sword in her hand swept out with a white edge.

Just as she jumped out, Yang Zhengshan's figure flew back like a sack.

Damn, careless!

Yang Zhengshan held the long spear across his chest, a flush appeared on his face, and the whole person fell backwards uncontrollably.

He was really careless, just thinking about boosting the morale of the young and strong, leading the way, but ignoring that these Hu soldiers in front of him were not ordinary enemies.

Even Zhou Lan, a post-natal warrior, was chased by this group of Hu soldiers and fled everywhere, not to mention him, a body-building warrior who had not yet entered the post-natal threshold.

As soon as he rushed out, a scimitar flew towards him, like a moon, straight at his face.

Fortunately, he reacted quickly, holding the spear in front of him, barely blocking the attacking knife.