Chapter 62 Attacked
"Report, sir, there are cavalry charging from the left!"

Yang Mingwu shouted urgently before he even pulled the reins tight.

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

"About two hundred riders!" Yang Mingwu said.

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

During the break, Yang Mingwu and Yang Mingzhi would take turns to keep watch around.

In fact, Yang Zhengshan didn't need to say anything, the people on guard around had already retreated.

With the shouts, the civilians who were originally resting immediately became panicked.

"Don't panic. Put the carriages on the periphery as a barrier. Soldiers in front and civilians in the back. Form a circle and prepare for battle!"

The civilians were in a panic, but the soldiers in Linguan Fort were not. Nearly two months of training had made them remember to obey orders.

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

Although time was a bit tight, they quickly completed a semicircular formation using the frame.

Yang Zhengshan stood on the horse and looked around.

At this time, they were on the river beach, with their backs to the Songyuan River. There was dust flying in the west and the sound of galloping horses coming from afar.

They had a lot of manpower, nearly a thousand, but eight hundred of them were civilians. The only soldiers capable of fighting were the hundred or so soldiers under Yang Zhengshan and the two teams of soldiers led by Zhao Desheng.

"A last-ditch fight!"

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

With Hu cavalry attacking in front and a river dozens of feet wide behind them, they had no way to retreat and could only fight desperately.

Soon the Hu cavalry came rolling in and stopped one mile away from the river beach.

Seeing the Hu cavalry, the soldiers and civilians behind Yang Zhengshan all gasped heavily. Facing the ferocious Hu cavalry, everyone felt a lot of pressure.

The soldiers of Linguan Fort were originally refugees, who had been chased by the Hu cavalry and had to flee everywhere.

Although the soldiers under Zhao Desheng were not refugees, they were not elite soldiers, 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, each military household sent one man to serve as a soldier in the garrison, and they were called the Banner Army. Each household sent one surplus man to follow the regular army to the camp to assist the regular army.

These civilian laborers are the remaining men selected from military households in various places. Although they are from military households, they have not received military training and are no different from ordinary farmers.

Yang Zhengshan observed the Hu cavalry opposite him calmly. The basic military unit of the Donghai Hu people was Niulu. A Niulu had about 300 men and a commander, called Niulu Ezhen.

And in front of them was a Niulu cavalry, numbering between two hundred and three hundred.

Yang Zhengshan retracted his gaze and looked at the person beside him.

The soldiers of Linguan Fort were ready for battle. They used the carriage frames as barriers and small flags as units. They lined up solemnly in front of the civilians. All the soldiers stood quietly, forming an isolation zone that was like a vacuum.

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

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

The two sides did not exchange any words, but collided violently in a heavy and solemn atmosphere.

Horses galloped, arrows flew, and screams immediately rang out in the circle.

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

At the same time, the soldiers of Linguan Fort also fought back, but their counterattack seemed very sparse.

There are ten small flags in Linguan Fort, and each flag has only two archers, which means there are no more than twenty archers in total.

The twenty archers were naturally suppressed by the two hundred Hu cavalrymen. Fortunately, the soldiers were wearing fine cotton armor, so 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 pistols in his hands had already suddenly flown out.

The terrifying force caused two sharp sounds of breaking through the air, and the two pistols pierced into the chests of the two Hu cavalrymen like lightning.

The sharp tip of the spear, carrying crystal blood beads, pierced through the body and pierced into the shoulders of the two Hu cavalrymen again.

That's the scary thing about short gun throwing.

The stronger Yang Zhengshan's strength is, the more powerful the pistol he throws is.

The power of a pistol thrower is not limited by bows and crossbows like an arrow, which is why Yang Zhengshan has always been reluctant to practice archery.

The Hu cavalry were blocked outside the circle by the chariots, but the chariots were not city walls after all. Although they could stop the galloping war horses, they could not stop the Hu cavalry on the horses.

Many Hu cavalrymen jumped directly from their horses onto the carriages and fought with the soldiers.

But they seemed to have underestimated the enemy.

As soon as they jumped onto the carriage, they were greeted by the cold flashes of guns.

"kill!"

With the roar, several bloody holes appeared on the bodies of the Hu cavalry.

"father!"

Just when Yang Zhengshan threw all the pistols behind him out, a scream suddenly came from not far away.

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

Yang Mingzhi was seen flying backwards from the front like a sack, and then the soldiers who were fighting behind the frame were directly carried away by the frame.

He was a burly man eight feet tall. He was holding a long spear and actually overturned an ox cart that was full of food and fodder.

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 spear thrust forward, aiming straight at the opponent's throat like a rainbow piercing the sun.

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

With a bang, the two of them collided violently.

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

After three moves in a row, there was still no winner.

Seeing this, Yang Zhengshan stopped, turned around and rushed out of the formation.

The enemy is strong and we are weak. Faced with this kind of battle situation, he cannot shrink back in the battle formation.

Their only advantage might be himself.

Because he is a post-natal warrior, while the other party doesn't seem to have any post-natal warrior.

That burly Hu man should be similar to Yang Mingwu, both of them are warriors in the Body Tempering Realm.

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

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

The flying fish spear dances like a dragon, killing everyone within three meters.

(End of this chapter)