Chapter 227 The cavalry charge is magnificent.

"Sir, they are coming!" Yang Mingzhen said impatiently.

"Why are you panicking!" Yang Zhengshan scolded coldly.

Although this kid is smart, his character still needs to be honed.

In fact, this is normal. When Yang Mingwu, Yang Chengze and others first participated in the battle, the situation was not much better.

It was only after several life-and-death battles that he became calm and composed and able to face all enemies calmly.

After being scolded by Yang Zhengshan, Yang Mingzhen smiled awkwardly.

He was not afraid, he was just a little excited, and besides being excited, he was also a little anxious, and a little bit panicked about facing the enemy.

Yang Zhengshan ignored him and just looked at the Hu cavalry opposite quietly.

Yang Zhengshan had actually anticipated this sudden encounter.

They have entered the territory of the Hu tribe in the East China Sea and may encounter Hu tribes at any time.

The current situation was not that bad. At least they were not caught off guard, nor were they being ambushed.

They have already responded and are ready to fight.

At the same time, Zha Yan on the opposite side was also looking at Yang Zhengshan. He saw Yang Zhengshan riding on Hongyun and wearing golden lacquered mountain armor at a glance.

It was really that Yang Zhengshan's outfit was too conspicuous among the cavalry.

The cavalrymen in the garrison camp all wore black leather armor, while Yang Zhengshan wore gold-lacquered armor with mountain patterns. The golden armor shone dimly in the bright sunlight.

The cavalry of the garrison camp are all top-quality war horses, and each of them can be considered tall and strong. However, compared with Hongyun, these war horses are three inches shorter and are not as strong as Hongyun.

When Zha Yan saw Yang Zhengshan like this, there was no fear or retreat in his eyes. Instead, his eyes were full of greed.

Golden armor!

Is that the golden armor?
His eyes were glued to Yang Zhengshan.

It’s not that he has never seen golden armor before. After all, although the golden lacquered mountain armor is rare, it is not uncommon in Chongshan Town.

But Zhayan had never really touched the golden armor, so he thought it was made of gold.

Thinking of the wealthy Darong, and those enviable salt, iron, silk, porcelain, jewelry, jade, etc., Zhayan's greed could not be suppressed and grew vigorously.

He looked at the camp below, at the carts of food and supplies, and the iron armor worn by the soldiers, and a ferocious look appeared on his face.

"Kill them!"

At this moment, he didn't think about defeat at all. He had only one thought in his mind, which was to take over the camp below and kill those cavalrymen.

Among the Donghai Hu people, Dayong's strength and prosperity are deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, but Chongshan Town's decline and cowardice are also deeply rooted in the hearts of the people. This is not a contradiction.

The impression that Dayong was powerful came from the prestige accumulated over three hundred years of inheritance, while the decline of Chongshan Town was something they had witnessed in the past twenty years.

Although Liang Chu inflicted heavy losses on the Donghai Hu tribe in the Battle of Chongshan Pass three years ago, it still could not leave a deep impression on the Donghai Hu tribe about Chongshan Town.

Most of the leaders of the Donghai Hu tribe attributed the failure of the Battle of Chongshan Pass to Liang Chu's cunning.

Following Zhayan's order, with the sound of horse hooves and the flying of dust, more than a thousand Hu cavalry rushed towards the garrison camp like a surging wave.

Seeing this, Song Dashan, who was about to approach the front camp, grinned and said, "Brothers, let's show these barbarians how powerful we are!"

If you ask who has the most confidence in the entire camp, Song Dashan deserves to be ranked first.

The reason is very simple. First, he has confidence in Yang Zhengshan. He has followed Yang Zhengshan for several years and fought with Yang Zhengshan several times. He has absolute confidence in Yang Zhengshan.

Secondly, he had confidence in the soldiers under his command. The soldiers of Yinghe Fort were already very powerful back then, but compared with the soldiers of the garrison camp now, the soldiers of Yinghe Fort at that time were really far behind, and he was most clear about the gap.

Therefore, he had full confidence in facing the attack of the Hu people.

In contrast, Yang Zhengshan on the top of the hill did not think about winning or losing. He had already focused all his attention on the enemy's actions.

Seeing the Hu cavalry on the opposite side rushing towards the camp, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.

If the other party comes after them, the ensuing battle might be troublesome.

After all, the enemy's strength is three times theirs. Once a head-on fight breaks out, even if they can win, the casualties will be very heavy.

But if the other party rushed towards the camp, that would be a different story.

His camp is not so easy to break into.

Whoosh~~
Before the enemy arrived, hundreds of arrows rained down like a blanket of fire.

However, the soldiers who had been prepared did not suffer too many casualties, especially the armored soldiers under Song Dashan, who stood firmly in their places and did not move even when arrows fell on them.

The archers in the camp also fired, but compared with the Hu cavalry on the opposite side, their shooting was much sparse, but their results were better than those of the Hu cavalry.

It was not because their archery skills were better than the Hu cavalry, but because the Hu cavalry who were charging on horseback had no protection, and most of them did not have decent armor.

Most of them were only wearing thick leather clothes, and few even had decent leather armor.

Dozens of Hu cavalry were shot by arrows and fell off their horses, but this did not stop the charge of more than a thousand Hu cavalry. In just a few breaths, the Hu cavalry had rushed to the entrance of the camp.

next moment.

The Hu cavalry collided violently with the two hundred armored soldiers blocking the entrance.

"Get out of my way!"

Song Dashan let out an angry roar, raised the long spear in his hand, and directly knocked the Hu cavalry who were rushing in the front away, along with their horses.

Then he wore iron armor, held a halberd in his hand, and stood in front of the wave of Hu cavalry like a rock.

The armored soldiers behind him were like an iron wall.

The collision caused people and horses to fall to the ground. Spears stabbed and blood splattered.

As soon as the battle began, the tragic side was displayed vividly.

Song Dashan used to use a sword, but after coming to Anyuan City, he practiced several halberd techniques. On the battlefield, long weapons sometimes still have many advantages.

The heavy iron armor was like nothing on Song Dashan. With his burly body waving a long spear, the Hu cavalry in front of him were no match for him.

But in the blink of an eye, he had defeated more than ten Hu cavalry.

But there were more than a thousand Hu cavalrymen rushing over, and it was impossible for them all to rush towards the entrance of the camp. They directly surrounded the camp.

Unable to break into the entrance, they looked for other loopholes through which they could break into the camp.

However, they obviously underestimated the fighting power of the garrison battalion. They thought that the Darong soldiers in front of them were the same as the Darong soldiers they had met before, and would be scared out of their wits with just one attack. But in fact, they did not scare the Darong soldiers in front of them, but instead encountered strong resistance.

Zhayan did not rush to the front. He stood on the hillside at the back on horseback, looking down at the entire battlefield.

Seeing that the warriors under his command failed to break through the opponent's defense line in the first time, his brows frowned slightly.

Looking at the armored infantry blocking the entrance of the camp and the warriors who were lying on the ground, his greedy eyes suddenly flashed with clarity.

Something seems to be wrong!
The Darong army in front of them seemed different from the Darong army they had encountered before.

As soon as this thought came to his mind and before he had time to think about it, he heard a steady sound of horse hooves.

He looked up and saw the cavalry on the opposite hill speeding up.

The pupils in his eyes suddenly shrank and Zha Yan's face changed drastically.

Three hundred cavalrymen were not a lot, and he had not even taken them seriously before, thinking that the hundred or so warriors left with him were enough to deal with the opposing cavalry.

But at this moment, when he saw the cavalry rushing down, he suddenly felt a strong sense of oppression.

The neat charging formation almost formed a unified spearhead.

The feeling was not like seeing a cavalry charging towards you, but rather a towering mountain pressing down on you with unstoppable momentum.

The cavalry charge was magnificent.

As the leader of the Tumoge, Zhayan was naturally no stranger to cavalry charges.

But the cavalry before him were completely different from the warriors under his command.

It's like a group of rabble and the regular army, no, not just the regular army.

He had also seen the cavalry of Chongshan Town's standard camp, but none of them had such a despairing aura.

Suddenly, Zha Yan froze and even held his breath.

Not only him, but the warriors around him also held their breath.

More than a hundred people gathered together, and for a moment they were extremely quiet. Even the war horses under them seemed to be afraid.

Yang Zhengshan didn't know how Zha Yan would react, and he couldn't care about Zha Yan at this moment. Besides, he didn't know Zha Yan. His target was the Hu cavalry who were besieging the camp.

Hong Yun's speed was getting faster and faster, and the soldiers behind him were also getting faster and faster.

This time, at Yang Zhengshan's request, Hong Yun did not burst out with all his strength, but maintained a speed that would allow the soldiers in the rear to keep up.

The gold-lacquered mountain-patterned armor shone dimly in the bright sunshine, and the snow-white tip of the gilded flying fish spear shone even more brightly.

Yang Zhengshan narrowed his eyes, lowered his body slightly, and held the spear in his right hand.

My ears were filled with the sound of whistling wind and my body was filled with the dull sound of thunder.

The enemy in front was getting closer and closer, and Yang Zhengshan showed an excited smile on his face.

With a sharp weapon in the body, the murderous heart starts from the beginning.

As a warrior with the seventh level of acquired cultivation, Yang Zhengshan has long been eager to fight.

In Anyuan City, he was on guard duty. Even if he encountered some troubles occasionally, he could not fight a passionate battle. Only on the battlefield could he display his strength without restraint.

"Keep going until you die!"

Yang Zhengshan suddenly let out a loud roar.

"Till death!"

A loud roar sounded, covering up the continuous sound of horse hooves and suppressing the sound of fighting on the battlefield mountain.

"Red Cloud!"

Yang Zhengshan patted Hong Yun's horse's back lightly, and Hong Yun immediately let out an excited neigh. The speed of his originally rapid run suddenly increased, and in an instant he had distanced himself from the soldiers behind him.

Hong Yun was also wearing armor at this time, with black iron armor on his front face and chest. Although it looked a bit ugly, it could provide him with certain protection.

The dozens of kilograms of armor posed almost no hindrance to it, and its speed was still as fast as lightning.

In the blink of an eye, Yang Zhengshan and Hong Yun took the lead and collided with the Hu cavalry.

The tall red cloud was like a tank, knocking away all the war horses in front.

Yang Zhengshan brandished his spear, sweeping away the Hu cavalry that rushed up one after another.

"Hahaha, kill!"

Yang Zhengshan laughed loudly and pierced into the chaotic battlefield like an arrow.

If the Hu cavalry charge just now was a wave, then the garrison battalion cavalry charge at this time was a rolling boulders.

Like a huge rock, it is determined to crush everything in front of it.

(End of this chapter)