Chapter 226 Habit

"My lord, my lord, I found it!"

Yang Mingzhen, who had fled in panic, returned to the garrison camp, and the excitement on his face could not be concealed.

Yang Zhengshan, who was looking at a map in the tent, heard his voice, raised his eyebrows, and said to Han Cheng beside him: "It seems that we don't need to stay here and sleep any more!"

They have been out of the country for eight days, and except for the first four days when they had to march, they have been resting here for the next four days.

It’s not that Yang Zhengshan wanted to rest, it’s simply because they couldn’t find the target.

Originally, the soldiers went to the battle with full of enthusiasm and morale, but after the battle, they stayed in the camp doing nothing. To be honest, Yang Zhengshan felt helpless these days.

Yang Mingzhen hurried into the tent, "Sir, we found traces of Hu cavalry twenty miles to the northwest. There are more than ten Hu cavalry active in that area!"

"Oh!" Yang Zhengshan's eyes lit up, "Are there any specific details?"

Yang Mingzhen's excitement faltered slightly, and he said awkwardly, "We haven't had time to investigate yet. We discovered them and were discovered by them at the same time."

"What are you waiting for? Take people to search immediately!" Yang Zhengshan did not blame Yang Mingzhen.

Yang Mingzhen chuckled and quickly responded, "Sir, I'll go right away."

After saying that, he ran out of the tent again, and then hurriedly ran out of the camp with hundreds of cavalrymen.

Han Cheng looked at their running figures and said with a smile, "Master Xiao Yang seems very excited!"

"He has never seen the cruelty of a battlefield, so he doesn't feel fear in his heart!" Yang Zhengshan shook his head and laughed.

It is said that a newborn calf is not afraid of a tiger. Similarly, these new recruits who have never been to the battlefield have no fear of fighting.

The more experienced a man is in battle, the more he understands the cruelty of the battlefield and the more he awes it.

"This may require adults to guide them!" Han Cheng said.

Yang Zhengshan shook his head again, "Some things cannot be taught by others, they need to feel and experience them by themselves!"

He looked at the soldiers outside the tent and still felt a little worried.

The current garrison camp is definitely very powerful.

With 70% of their troops being warriors and years of rigorous training, their combat effectiveness far exceeds that of most of the troops in Chongshan Town.

But they also have a shortcoming, which is that they have never really been on the battlefield.

They need to be tempered by the blood and fire of the battlefield and need to truly experience life-and-death fighting in order to grow up.

Yang Zhengshan felt that they needed a resounding victory to boost morale and improve their psychological quality.

……

Just as Yang Mingzhen led a large number of scouts to search the upper reaches of the Songyuan River, hundreds of Hu cavalry quickly rushed out from an unnamed valley thirty miles west of the garrison camp.

Inside the valley were clusters of tents and countless cattle and sheep, and a large number of Hu people wearing slit robes were busy working among them.

In the central area, there was a unique felt tent. Inside the tent sat a rough-looking man, nearly fifty years old, wearing gilded armor.

Zhayan is the leader of the Tumoge tribe of the Donghai Hu ethnic group. The Tumoge tribe has more than 1,800 able-bodied men and is considered a medium-sized tribe in the entire Donghai Hu ethnic group.

Since the establishment of the Daling Dynasty, the leaders of all the tribes of the Donghai Hu people have been rewarded. Among them, the leader of the Tumoge tribe, Zhayan, was named Gushan Ezhen.

However, although Zhayan was rewarded, the current Daling Dynasty is dominated by several large tribes such as Gorchin, Omubu, and Chahar, among which Gorchin is the royal family.

Medium-sized tribes like Tumoge were excluded from the power center of the royal city, but Zhayan was a staunch supporter of the Gorqin royal family.

Since the 23rd year of Chengping, he has followed the Gorchin royal family to invade the border of Dayong many times. They were lucky and they would reap huge rewards every time they invaded the border of Dayong.

Even though the Gorchin royal family suffered heavy losses in the Battle of Chongshan Pass, Zhayan still firmly supported the Gorchin royal family and fought against the two large tribes of Omubu and Chahar who coveted the throne.

Now that Darong intends to attack the royal capital, Zhayan feels heavy in his heart. Although he has invaded Darong's border many times, Darong's strength has long been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, and he is still full of awe for Darong.

However, after learning that Darong had sent out dozens of garrison battalions to search various tribes, Zhayan's heavy heart turned into bloodthirstiness and greed.

Garrison camp, hahaha, what the hell is that?
How dare you come to the North so rashly? Aren’t you just here to deliver food?
In the past few days, Zha Yan has been arranging people to search for traces of the Dayong garrison camp entering the north, and just now he received news that traces of the Rong people were found on the banks of the Songyuan River.

Therefore, he is in a good mood now.

A noble man has come to his doorstep, and he is ready to make a fortune.

That’s right, in his eyes those garrison camps were fat sheep that could be slaughtered at will.

He was very familiar with the military system of Chongshan Town, including the town flag battalion under the general, the reinforcement battalion under the lieutenant general, the garrison troops in the fort, the garrison camps in each city, and so on.

In terms of combat effectiveness, the town flag battalion is naturally the strongest, followed by the reinforcement battalion. The garrison battalions in the garrison are almost the same as farmers, and the garrison battalions in each city are mostly cowards with relatively low combat effectiveness.

If it weren't for the tall city walls protecting them, these cowards would have been slaughtered at will.

Now that these cowards have walked out of the city and come to the north, Zhayan is like seeing a bunch of fat sheep walking towards him.

If he didn't have to take care of the elderly, the weak, the women and the children in the tribe, he really wanted to take his warriors out to find and kill these fat sheep.

Thinking about the report he had just heard, Zhayan paced back and forth in the tent impatiently.

"No, I can't just wait here. I have to act quickly, or else this fat sheep will be snatched away by someone else!"

There are not only their Tumoge tribe around here, but also other small and medium-sized tribes. If the fat sheep delivered to their doorstep is discovered by other tribes, then their Tumoge tribe will be empty-handed.

Thinking of the neighboring Zart tribe that he hated, he couldn't sit still any longer. "Someone, someone!"

In order to eat the fat sheep that was delivered to his doorstep, and to avoid being suppressed by his neighboring Zarts tribe, Zhayan decided to immediately lead the Tumogo warriors out to look for the fat sheep.

As long as they can find this fat sheep, he will swallow it up without hesitation and not give Zaltz any chance.

Soon, he led thousands of cavalry out of the valley and headed southeast along the Songyuan River.

At this time, Yang Zhengshan didn't know that he had been regarded as a fat sheep. He was still waiting for news from Yang Mingzhen.

The news from Yang Mingzhen came quickly and suddenly.

Yang Mingzhen was still excited when he left, but he was unconcealedly flustered when he came back.

"My lord, it's bad. A large number of Hu cavalry are coming towards us from the west!"

They were originally searching for the Hu tribe, but they ran into a group of Hu cavalry as soon as they arrived at the valley they had visited before.

This time he brought hundreds of cavalrymen, and faced more than a hundred Hu cavalrymen. The number of both sides was not much different, so Yang Mingzhen did not choose to escape, but wanted to capture a few Hu bandits to serve as his agents.

As a result, when the two sides were facing each other and preparing for a major battle, the ground suddenly shook in the northwest and a large number of cavalry rushed in.

Yang Mingzhen fled in panic again.

He really felt wronged.

Woohoo, I finally had a chance to fight and make merit, and I finally found the trace of the Hu tribe, but before the battle even started, I had to escape twice in embarrassment.

Just thinking about it, Yang Mingzhen felt aggrieved, and at the same time he was panicked about the upcoming Hu cavalry.

After all, he is still a rookie who has never been to the battlefield. Even though his current strength is not weak, his psychological endurance is still a little low.

When he suddenly saw thousands of Hu cavalry rushing towards him, he felt chilled to the bone.

"A lot, how many?" Yang Zhengshan, wearing gold-painted armor with mountain patterns and holding a gilded flying fish spear, walked out of the tent.

"More than a thousand cavalrymen!" Yang Mingzhen replied quickly.

Yang Zhengshan glanced towards the west, but there was a low hill in the west. He only saw the scouts he had sent out running back, but did not see any Hu cavalry.

Han Cheng, who was standing next to him, suddenly became nervous when he heard this, but Song Dashan was relatively calm. After all, Song Dashan had fought with Yang Zhengshan many times.

"Cavalry leave the camp, infantry defend!"

Yang Zhengshan gave the order without any hesitation.

At the same time, he leaped up and jumped onto the back of Hongyun not far away.

"The cavalry march out of camp!"

He raised the spear in his hand and shouted again.

Next, the originally quiet camp immediately became noisy.

Da da da~~
One by one, the cavalrymen mounted their horses and followed Yang Zhengshan out of the camp.

When they just left the camp, the cavalry were in chaos, but after a short while, the cavalry formation became orderly.

By the time Yang Zhengshan ran to the small hill east of the camp, the more than 300 cavalrymen behind him had become united in formation.

This is the result of three years of training, from panic to order, from eagerness to calmness, from chaos to uniformity.

Being orderly, calm, and uniform has become the habit of all garrison camps.

There is no need for anyone to restrain or supervise, everything is just a habit.

At the same time, Han Cheng was also arranging defenses inside the camp. There were carriages outside the camp, and a large number of infantrymen were dispersed to their respective defense positions.

The sword and shield soldiers were in the front, using the chariot to defend themselves; the spearmen were in the middle, placing the spear tips on the chariot, ready to block the cavalry at any time; the archers were in the back, lowering their bodies and waiting for the arrival of the enemy.

Two hundred armored infantrymen gathered at the exit of the camp, with spears standing in rows, and a murderous atmosphere instantly filled the world.

Song Dashan was wearing a black iron armor and holding a long spear. His tall figure made him look like a monster.

He stood in front of a group of armored infantrymen, his back straight and his eyes like lightning, staring at the small hill in the west.

At this moment, Song Dashan did not look silly at all, but instead looked mighty and strong.

As the most respected person around Yang Zhengshan, Song Dashan is definitely a tough guy.

Although Song Dashan sometimes behaves very foolishly, at critical moments, his foolishness will turn into perseverance and fearlessness. Perhaps this is another manifestation of foolishness.

It took only three or four minutes from the time Yang Mingzhen entered the camp to the time Yang Zhengshan led the cavalry to the small hill east of the camp.

However, more than a thousand soldiers in the garrison camp were fully prepared for battle. The process seemed a bit chaotic, but in fact there was order amid the chaos. Everyone did their job well and there was no fear or retreat.

At this time, Tumoge's more than a thousand cavalrymen finally arrived!

One after another, figures emerged from the hills in the west, and soon formed a dark mass.

Yang Zhengshan stood on the eastern hilltop on horseback, looking across the camp below.

(End of this chapter)