Chapter 65 Merit

As dusk approached, the team stopped again at a river beach.

In order to avoid being attacked again, Yang Zhengshan directly ordered people to place the frame on the outside to form a temporary camp.

Yang Zhengshan didn't know that Hu Qi was harassing the grain road at this time, but they had already encountered an attack, and naturally they wanted to prevent another attack.

After nightfall, Yang Zhengshan did not allow the soldiers and civilians to light fires. Everyone drank the cold drinks prepared during the day and ate hard dry food.

Fortunately, it was late June and the temperature at night was relatively high, so everyone could survive even sleeping in the open.

There was no talking all night, and at dawn the next day, the team set off again.

If it weren't for the attack yesterday, they would have arrived at Fushan City today. But now they still have to take care of the seriously injured, and they will definitely not be able to reach Fushan City today.

The uneasiness in Yang Zhengshan's heart still did not fade away, but became more intense.

He originally thought that his uneasiness came from those group of horsemen, but now that they had eliminated those horsemen, he still felt a strong sense of uneasiness in his heart.

So Yang Zhengshan walked very cautiously along the way.

Yang Chengze and others, who acted as scouts, spread out for more than ten miles.

It was almost noon again, and Yang Zhengshan was about to ask everyone to stop and rest for a while, when Yang Chengze came galloping over on horseback.

"Sir, there are a large number of cavalry ahead!"

Yang Zhengshan was shocked, and his eyes suddenly became sharp.

"How many?"

"It's too far away to see clearly, but it doesn't look like Hu Qi!" Yang Chengze said in a deep voice.

Yang Zhengshan did not hesitate and quickly ordered: "Stop, prepare to fight!"

Regardless of whether it is Hu Qi or not, there is definitely nothing wrong with preparing for battle first.

The order was issued, and the soldiers and civilians began to arrange the circular formation in an orderly manner.

The peasants were already experienced and did not need Yang Mingwu and Yang Mingzhi to direct them, so they parked the grain trucks outside.

Yang Zhengshan drove his horse forward and galloped forward. Just after running two miles, he saw a burst of dust flying on the small soil slope in the distance.

"It's not Hu Qi, it's Zhenbiao Zuoying!"

He looked at the flying flags and felt relieved.

The cavalry came galloping forward, and Yang Zhengshan saw Zhou Lan at the front at a glance.

At this time, Zhou Lan was wearing a bright golden lacquered mountain armor, a red helmet and spear on his head, and a fiery red cloak on his back. He was galloping astride a horse, and his slightly thin body showed his bravery.

"Yang Baihu!"

Zhou Lan tightened the reins and stopped in front of Yang Zhengshan. Hundreds of cavalrymen stopped behind him. Although they looked a little messy, it could be seen that their riding skills were very good.

"I'm going to pay my respects to General Zhou!" Yang Zhengshan quickly dismounted his horse and bowed with fists in his hands.

Zhou Lan also jumped off the horse, stretched out her hand to help him, and asked: "The grain road was attacked by Hu Qi, have you encountered it?"

"We encountered them, but fortunately there were not many enemies who attacked, so we were lucky enough to block them!" Yang Zhengshan said.

When Zhou Lan heard this, a look of surprise appeared on her face.

No wonder she was surprised. In fact, the news she had received in the past few days was that the baggage trains had been attacked and destroyed. She had not received any news that could stop Hu Qi.

Not only the baggage train, but also the Zhenbiao rear camp responsible for guarding the grain road suffered a lot of casualties due to Hu Qi's harassment.

At this time, she suddenly heard that Yang Zhengshan and the others blocked Hu Qi's attack, and she was inevitably surprised.

"Where's the grain team?" Zhou Lan asked.

"Over there!" Yang Zhengshan pointed to the river beach in the distance.

"Let's go and take a look first!" Zhou Lan got on his horse and galloped towards the river beach.

When they arrived at the river beach, the look of surprise on Zhou Lan's face became even more intense.

She looked at the group of war horses and the heads hanging on the horses' backs, and her surprise turned into shock.

"How many levels of beheading do you have?"

"Level 283!"

"You all killed them?" Zhou Lan looked at the soldiers and civilians in the circle, a little unbelievable.

It's not that she despises Yang Zhengshan, but that such a record is too rare.

All members of the Hu tribe in the East China Sea are soldiers, and every tribesman is a powerful hunter in the mountains. They have been hunting in the mountains since they were young, and are used to seeing blood, life and death.

Faced with such an enemy, even the soldiers of the fifth battalion of Zhenbiao did not dare to say that they could win more with less.

Zhou Lan knew exactly how many people Yang Zhengshan had under his command and how many soldiers there were in the baggage train.

With less than two hundred soldiers, he was able to behead two hundred and eighty-three people. This is defeating more with less.

Those civilian husbands were directly ignored by her. It was not that she did not see the civilian husbands, but based on past experience, the combat effectiveness of the civilian husbands was almost negligible.

Not to mention combat effectiveness, it is already good enough not to cause trouble to the soldiers.

But there is a saying that goes, a group of sheep led by a wolf can defeat a group of wolves led by a sheep.

If the soldiers in front cannot block Hu Qi's attack, the civilians behind will naturally turn into a group of lambs.

But if the soldiers in front can block it and show the courage to fight to the end, then these civilians are also bloody and will turn into a group of fierce thugs.

In the previous battle, although the civilian husband's record was not much, he also helped Yang Zhengshan and the others a lot.

Zhou Lan ignored the civilian husband, but after observing the temporary formation, she immediately understood why Yang Zhengshan and the others were able to block Hu Qi's attack.

Using the grain cart as an obstacle to block Hu Qi's first charge, the rest of the battle would be relatively simple.

It was indeed a very good strategy to make Hu Qi lose his speed advantage and dismount to fight them on foot.

But don’t the other baggage trains know this?

No!

They know.

But they can't do it.

Because they can't arrange a circular formation in a short time.

This is thanks to the well-trained soldiers of Linguan Fort. Once an order is given, they will execute it without hesitation.

This is the key.

Otherwise, once chaos breaks out, the Hu cavalry will charge and disperse the team, and the rest will only be slaughtered.

Zhou Lan looked at the spirited soldiers, and a touch of admiration flashed in his eyes.

"Your soldiers can be called elite soldiers!"

Yang Zhengshan shook his head slightly, "They are still a long way from being elite soldiers!"

They had never seen blood before, so they were naturally not elite soldiers. Now that they have seen blood, they are still a long way from the elite soldiers in Yang Zhengshan's mind.

The will to break through the enemy's formation, there is death or life!

They are still far away.

"Come on, record the merits!"

Zhou Lan did not argue with Yang Zhengshan, but directly called the clerks in the army to record the merits for Yang Zhengshan and others.

Beheading nearly 300 people can be considered a great achievement.

Guarding the grain and grass can also be considered a merit.

These two merits alone are enough for Yang Zhengshan to be promoted.

Zhou Lan has decided to promote Yang Zhengshan immediately after the battle.

As for what official position Yang Zhengshan should be promoted to, she still needs to think about it carefully.

She wanted to find an opportunity to mention Yang Zhengshan's ability to Zhang Shouwang so that Zhang Shouwang could also value Yang Zhengshan more.

Hearing that Zhou Lan was going to give him a merit, Yang Zhengshan stroked his inch-long sheep horn beard and smiled faintly.

And Yang Mingwu and others around him were even more delighted, and they all wanted to jump up and cheer.

Fortunately, they knew that now was not the time to celebrate, and they suppressed their joy and excitement in their hearts.