Chapter 62: Attacked

"Report, sir, there are cavalry coming from the left!"

Yang Mingwu shouted urgently before he even pulled the reins.

"How many cavalry are there?" Yang Zhengshan stood up and asked.

"About two hundred!" Yang Mingwu said.

Yang Zhengshan's face became serious, and he immediately shouted: "Call everyone back, prepare for battle, prepare for battle!"

During the rest period, Yang Mingwu and Yang Mingzhi would take turns to stand guard around.

In fact, without Yang Zhengshan's words, the people standing guard around would withdraw one after another.

With the shouts, the civilians who were still resting immediately became flustered.

"Don't panic, put the carriage frame on the periphery as a barrier, soldiers in front, civilians in the back, form a circle and prepare for battle!"

The civilians were panicked, but the soldiers of Linguan Fort were not. Nearly two months of training have made them remember to obey orders in their minds.

As soon as Yang Zhengshan gave the order, the soldiers started to get busy.

Although time was a bit tight, they quickly completed a semicircular circle with the carriage frame.

Yang Zhengshan stood on horseback and looked around.

At this time, they were on the riverbank, with their backs against the Songyuan River. There was dust flying in the west, and the sound of galloping horses came from far away.

They had a lot of people, nearly a thousand people, but 800 of them were civilians. The only soldiers who could fight were more than a hundred soldiers under Yang Zhengshan and two teams of soldiers led by Zhao Desheng.

"Fight with your back to the river!"

Yang Zhengshan looked at the sparkling Songyuan River behind him, and a fierce look flashed in his eyes.

There were Hu cavalry attacking in front and a river dozens of feet wide behind. They had no way to retreat and could only fight desperately.

Soon the Hu cavalry rolled in and stopped a mile away from the riverbank.

Seeing the Hu cavalry, the soldiers and civilians behind Yang Zhengshan all gasped heavily. Facing the brutal Hu cavalry, everyone was under great pressure.

The soldiers of Linguan Fort were refugees. They were chased by the Hu cavalry and fled everywhere.

Although the soldiers under Zhao Desheng were not refugees, they were not elite soldiers either, and elite soldiers would not stay in the baggage train.

As for the civilians, they were all the surplus men in the various garrisons in Chongshan Town. According to regulations, a military household sent one man to serve as a soldier in the garrison, which was the banner army. A household sent one surplus man to follow the regular army to the camp to assist the regular army.

At present, these civilians were the surplus men selected from military households in various places. Although they were born in military households, they themselves had not received military training and were no different from ordinary farmers.

Yang Zhengshan looked calmly and carefully at the Hu cavalry opposite. The grassroots military unit of the Donghai Hu tribe was Niulu, and a Niulu had about 300 men and a commander, called Niulu Ezhen.

And in front of him was a Niulu cavalry, with a number between 200 and 300.

Retracting his gaze, Yang Zhengshan set his eyes on his side again.

The soldiers of Linguanbao were ready for battle. They used the carriage frame as a barrier and the small flags as units. They lined up solemnly in front of the civilians. All the soldiers stood quietly, forming a vacuum-like isolation zone.

Perhaps they were panicked and uneasy, but after two months of training, they were used to standing quietly and upright.

The Hu cavalry in the distance paused for a while, as if discussing something, but soon they rushed again.

The two sides did not talk, and they collided fiercely in a heavy and solemn atmosphere.

The horses galloped, the arrows flew, and screams immediately sounded in the circle.

The Hu people were good at riding and shooting. The arrows arrived before the people arrived. The civilians had no armor and could not resist the arrows at all. They could only hide behind the ox carts and food and grass and tremble.

At the same time, the soldiers of Linguanbao also fought back, but their counterattacks seemed very sparse.

There were ten small flags in Linguanbao, and each small flag had only two archers, which meant that there were only twenty archers in total.

The twenty archers were naturally suppressed and could not raise their heads when shooting at two hundred Hu cavalry.

Fortunately, the soldiers were wearing fine cotton armor. Although they were suppressed, there were not many casualties.

Yang Zhengshan had no time to pay attention to the civilians behind him. When the Hu cavalry approached the carriage, the two short guns in his hands had already shot out violently.

The terrifying power aroused two sharp air-breaking sounds. The two short guns were like thunder and lightning, piercing the chests of the two Hu cavalry fiercely.

The bright gun tip carried crystal blood beads through the body and pierced into the shoulders of the two Hu cavalry again.

This is the terrible thing about the short gun throwing.

The stronger Yang Zhengshan's power is, the more powerful the short gun he throws out is.

The power of the short gun throwing is not limited by the bow and crossbow like the bow and arrow, which is why Yang Zhengshan has been reluctant to practice archery.

The Hu cavalry was blocked outside the circle by the carriage, but the carriage was not a wall after all. Although it could stop the galloping warhorse, it could not stop the Hu cavalry on the warhorse.

Many Hu cavalry jumped directly from the horse's back onto the carriage and fought with the soldiers.

However, they seemed to underestimate the enemy.

As soon as they jumped onto the carriage, they were greeted by a flash of cold spears.

"Kill!"

Under the roar, several blood holes appeared on the Hu cavalry.

"Dad!"

Just as Yang Zhengshan threw all the short guns behind him, a scream suddenly came from not far away.

Yang Zhengshan looked in the direction of the sound, and his pupils shrank suddenly.

Yang Mingzhi flew backwards from the front like a sack, and then the soldiers fighting behind the carriage were directly carried away by the carriage.

That was a burly man eight feet tall. He was holding a long halberd and actually flipped an ox cart flying. You know, the ox cart was full of food and grass.

Seeing that the burly man was about to rush into the formation, Yang Zhengshan hurried forward to block him, but before he could run forward, Yang Mingwu stood in front of the burly man.

"Die!"

The long spear thrust forward, like a long rainbow piercing the sun, straight to the opponent's throat.

The Hu man dodged sideways and raised the long halberd in his hand to block Yang Mingwu's long spear.

With a bang, the two of them collided fiercely.

The Hu man was tall and burly, and Yang Mingwu was as big as an ox. The two of them got together, like two giant beasts fighting.

After three consecutive moves, there was no winner.

Seeing this, Yang Zhengshan stopped and turned to rush out of the formation.

The enemy was strong and we were weak. Facing this kind of battle, he could not shrink in the battle formation.

Their only advantage might be himself.

Because he is a post-natal warrior, and the other party does not seem to have a post-natal warrior.

The burly Hu man should be similar to Yang Mingwu, both are body-building warriors.

However, Yang Zhengshan is not worried about Yang Mingwu at all, because Yang Mingwu's strength is really amazing, and Yang Mingwu's strength is even higher than Yang Mingzhi.

Yang Zhengshan jumped up and stepped on the frame to jump out of the circle.

The flying fish spear danced like a dragon, and everyone within three feet was dead.