At Zizheng, Yang Anyuan was pushed awake by his guards and yawned as he got out of the tent. Outside the tent, the soldiers on guard duty were lined up and waiting.
The cold wind hit, and Yang Anyuan sneezed several times.
"It's so cold." Yang Anyuan wrapped his leather armor tightly with his cloak. He turned back and took out a wine gourd from the tent, hid it in his waist, and led the soldiers towards the bonfire.
Yang Anshen was on duty for half the night, sitting around the fire with the soldiers on duty. The bonfire was blown by the night wind, and kept flickering.
Seeing Yang Anyan approaching, Yang Anshen stood up and said with a smile: "I'll bother my second brother next."
"Brother, is there anything abnormal?"
"In a deserted fortress, there is no other sound except the howling of wolves."
The two brothers chatted for a while and then changed their defenses. After Yang Anyuan watched Yang Anshen leave, he sat down by the fire, took out the wine gourd from his waist, and said with a smile: "It's windy at night, brothers, take a few sips to keep out the cold."
"Colonel Yang is wise," cheers rang out.
Yang Anyuan stretched out his hand to press down, and chuckled: "Brothers, don't make any noise. If the general finds out, I will be punished."
The wine gourd was passed around among the soldiers, and no one was particular about it. They took two sips mouth to mouth and then passed it on to the next one.
Yang Anyuan threw a few logs into the fire. The firelight made the soldiers' faces turn red, and those faces were filled with smiles, clearly expressing gratitude to him.
The wine gourd was passed back to Yang Anyuan's hand, and after shaking it, there was still half of the gourd. Yang Anyuan raised his head and took a sip boldly, saying: "Happy!"
Seeing that Yang Anyuan did not hesitate to drink a bottle of wine with everyone, the eyes of the soldiers became much more friendly.
Captain Li Ming smiled and said: "Captain Yang, this wine is really good. After two sips, you will feel much warmer."
Yang Anyuan handed the wine gourd to the person next to him and said: "This is Dukang wine. I stole it from my third uncle. Emperor Wu of Wei once said, 'The only way to relieve worries is Dukang.' This was the wine he was talking about."
The firelight made Yang Anyuan's face flicker, and his mood fluctuated like the flames. Yang Anyuan sighed in his heart, when could he be like Emperor Wu of Wei, dancing with his long spear and bringing peace to the world.
In troubled times, if you have a powerful army in your hand, you can seize a local area if you are small, or you can dominate the world like Huan Sima, the Yang family army is the backbone of your achievements.
My father and uncle led the troops harshly, and the soldiers were afraid of their power. If I could show kindness to them, the Yang family's army would be able to be used by me in the future.
The key to inheriting the family business lies with his father. He has practiced martial arts since he was a child and developed good martial arts. He began to train in the army at the age of sixteen and accompanied his father on many expeditions, creating an image of loyalty, bravery and filial piety in his father's heart. His mother spared no effort to Speaking for himself, his father also praised him quite a lot, and he was also popular in the army.
Of the three brothers in his family, the eldest brother is weak and intends to become a civil servant, but the third brother is very brave and has recently been favored by his father. He may be his rival. As for brothers from other clans, it is almost impossible to take charge of the Yang family.
Don't be careless. Yang Anyuan picked up a piece of firewood and threw it into the fire, causing sparks to fly. His father couldn't relax. His uncle and third uncle also had to move around frequently to try to get them to speak well of him in front of his father.
The uncle has always disliked the third child. The third uncle is greedy for money and money, and the little money he has is not enough to take care of him. Yang Anyuan smiled bitterly, and he still had a long way to go if he wanted to inherit the family business.
The fourth watch had passed, and Yang An saw that the soldiers were a little tired, so he stood up and said, "Brothers, let's walk around and look around to make sure we don't make any mistakes."
Because it was a temporary garrison, unlike during wartime when trenches were dug, fences were built, and archery towers were built, Yang Siping simply built some stone walls at the gaps, placed horses on them, and lit braziers.
In the dark night, the flames were swayed by the wind, and only a few feet could be seen.
Yang Anyuan led the soldiers to the southwest corner of the pier and looked out. There was a faint sound in the wind.
Just as he was about to take a closer look, he heard a "whoosh" sound. Years of experience in the military made him subconsciously dodge to the left, and a hidden arrow whizzed past his ear.
"Indiscriminate attack! Sound the gong!" Yang Anyuan lowered his body and shouted loudly.
The sound of the gong broke the silence, and there was a commotion in the tent. The Yang family's army was well-trained, and soon the neatly dressed soldiers came out of the tent one by one, lined up amidst the shouts of the corps commander and chief, and then formed a square formation.
Yang Anxuan got up and put on his armor, and saw Yang Siping leading his soldiers out of Wubao and forming a formation in the open space in front of Wubao. The shield wall was in front, the spears were behind, and the archers were densely deployed on high places.
Yang Quanqi, dressed in military uniform, was walking towards the pier. Yang Anxuan followed him closely after taking a few steps. Standing high and looking far away, you can see shadowy figures moving around. It's still dark and you can't see how many people there are.
Yang Quanqi ordered: "Hold your position and don't act rashly. When the thief comes twenty steps closer, shoot three times with your bow and arrow."
The guards set up their shields, and the sound of "Tuk Tuk" sounded intermittently. Yang Quanqi listened quietly for a moment and said, "It should be a ragtag crowd. They don't even have a few arrows."
The sky was getting brighter, and the incoming thieves could already be seen from the pier. There were about a thousand people in a large area of darkness more than a hundred steps away. After a while, it gradually became clear that these people's clothes were messy, their weapons were messy, and there were even wooden sticks and bamboo guns mixed in.
Yang Guang laughed and said: "It is estimated that the refugees somewhere saw the fire in the Wubao and mistakenly thought that we were merchants and wanted to make a profit."
Yang Quanqi looked carefully for a while and said, "The thieves are disorderly and have no formation. They should be rioters."
Yang Anyuan said excitedly: "The last general invites you to fight and kill the traitors."
These thieves had no training or equipment. They were just sent to the door, and Yang Anxuan did not want to miss the opportunity.
He knew Yang Anyuan's thoughts very clearly. He just wanted to accumulate more merits and successfully take charge of the Yang family army. His saliva was almost dripping to the ground.
My brother is not a friend, so I forgive my brother for being disrespectful. I also want the Yang Family Army. Thinking of this, Yang Anxuan bowed and said: "The last general also invites you to fight."
Yang Anxuan's performance during this period made Yang Quanqi quite satisfied. The palms and backs of his hands were full of flesh. Yang Quanqi thought for a while and said: "Send the order, Yang Siping leads the advance troops to drive away the bandit soldiers. Yang Anyuan and Yang Anxuan each lead fifty light cavalry, lined up on the left and right, waiting for opportunities to kill the enemy."
The Yang family has nearly five hundred troops, but only a hundred light cavalry. These light cavalry all ride on big horses, wear light armor, and carry bows and swords. They are selected from the elite of the army and are used on the battlefield to attack fortresses and capture flags. This is the foundation accumulated by the Yang family and his son after decades of working in the army.
The drums were rumbling, Yang Siping led the crowd to advance, the sky was full of arrows, the shields were like walls, and the spears were like forests, the power was overwhelming.
The rebel soldiers collapsed at the first touch and fled in all directions. Yang Anyuan and Yang Anxuan led their light cavalry like two sharp arrows, and lightly tore the traitor soldiers into pieces.
The Yang family's army has clear rewards and punishments. The traitors in front of them can easily get the credit. Everyone in the Yang family's army is scrambling for the first, fearing that others will take away the credit.
With Yang Anxuan here, Yang Anyuan was like a ray of light on his back. He was holding back all his energy and wanted to compete with the third child, so that his father could see who was truly capable and who he could truly rely on.
Fifty riders stepped on them, causing the decaying grass to fly and the dust to fly. The chaotic people were like chickens and ducks exploding their nests, running around in panic.
Yang Anyuan took the lead, swung the steel knife and the stumps flew up, blood hit his nostrils, screams came from behind, Li Ming shook his spear and threw the body out.
In a matter of moments, a trail of blood was left behind for miles.
Yang Anxuan held a curved bow and shot an arrow from time to time. The thieves who fled in panic were dressed in tatters, few of them were wearing leather armor, and they had all kinds of weapons in their hands. They were just a group of refugees.
Although the refugees in front of him were vulnerable to a blow, Yang Anxuan was still unhurried. Soldiers must observe the place of life and death and the way of survival.
I was drowned in the past life, so I should act cautiously in this life. A misfortune may turn out to be a blessing. How can I be careless when fighting on the battlefield?
Zhao Tian, the guard on the left, sighed secretly. Although the third young man was young, he acted steadily, was neither greedy nor impatient, and had the air of a general. Little did he know Yang Anxuan's true psychology.
After fighting five or six miles in one go, the sky was bright and Yang Anyuan could see the dark crowd on the low slope outside.
Several cavalry stood side by side, in front of the array. Sun Tao was wearing black shark leather armor, straddling his horse and holding a sword. He looked far away from a high position, coldly watching the Yang family's Qingqi that was galloping towards them.
Yang Anyuan saw the thieves riding in front of them, raised his sword and pointed forward, shouting: "Brothers, take the thieves' heads, I will ask for credit for you."
The roar behind him was rousing, his morale was high, and his hoofbeats were thunderous. He followed Yang Anyuan towards Xiaogang without hesitation.
The cold wind was biting, blowing the tassels of my hat, and the black whiskers slapped my cheeks painfully. Sun Tao was so cold that his heart was as cold as stone. With nearly a thousand of his subordinates acting as bait, he finally lured the Yang family's Qingqi into an ambush.
More than two hundred steps away, Sun Tao looked sideways at the sturdy man with a steel hoop on his forehead on the right and said: "Leader Yuwen, what happens next is up to you."
Yu Wenqi, a member of the Xianbei tribe, was originally a general under the Heavenly King Fu Jian. When he was defeated in the Feishui Battle and fled north, he set up an army to cause trouble. Knowing that he was guilty of death, he simply gathered dozens of horsemen as bandits, killed people, set fire to the caravan, and looted the caravan without mercy. Do not do evil.
Jin, Qin, and Yan all sent troops to encircle and suppress him, but Yu Wenqi was smart and cunning, and all his subordinates were light cavalry, who came and went like the wind, and created a wolf gang, which was a disaster for all.
Yu Wen Qi, with his strong back and eyes like copper bells, said in a broken gong voice: "Master Sun, in addition to the thousand taels of gold you promised, these horses must also belong to me."
Before Sun Tao could answer, Yuqing, the long-faced man on the left, said coldly: "Leader Yuwen, don't be too greedy. Leader Sun and Boss Hu and I have already saved hundreds of lives. Why do you want to take the big one? "
Hu Zhang on the side said: "Yes, Lao Yu and I can't compare to the great cause of Sun Village's master's family. The life and death of hundreds of brothers is a thorn in our side. These horses must be divided equally no matter what."
War horses are rare and worth ten gold. Although the cost is enough to consume more than twenty people, with fifty or sixty more war horses, the sphere of influence can be expanded to hundreds of miles around Panlong Mountain.
Sun Tao planned to use the food and grass provided by the court to recruit more people, find the treasures left by his ancestors, and increase his strength. In the future, he would have the confidence to face Jin, Qin, Yan and other countries, and he could ask for benefits from both sides. .
There is no talent for generals. A mere General Yingyang is nothing. He may be able to regain the glory of the Sun family, and he may be able to separate one side and become king of the south.
In terms of origin, Sun Tao was a member of the Sun clan in the Eastern Wu Dynasty. When the heroes were fighting against Dong Zhuo, Sun Jian took the lead in entering Luoyang as a vanguard and stationed his troops at the Han family mausoleum in the south of Luoyang city.
The tomb had been robbed and excavated by Dong Zhuo. Sun Jian openly sent people to repair the tomb and secretly robbed it, and obtained dozens of boxes of treasures.
After accidentally obtaining the imperial seal, Sun Jian decided to return south to the east of the Yangtze River. He did not dare to take the treasure with him for fear of attracting attention, so he ordered his tribesman Sun Yi (the ancestor of Sun Tao) to lead dozens of people and hide the treasure in Panlong Mountain.
Later, Sun Jian and Sun Ce died early, and Sun Quan founded the country, but no one came to Panlong Mountain to contact them. Until the change of dynasties, the descendants of the Sun family who stayed in Panlong Mountain were forgotten.
Only the clan leader knew where the treasure was buried. Unexpectedly, the seventh generation ancestor died unexpectedly. He had no chance to take the next clan leader to the treasure hiding place, leaving only the prophecy that "there is a heavy treasure hidden under the white deer's body".
For decades, subsequent patriarchs of the Sun family searched Panlong Mountain for the White Deer, but failed to find the treasure. Only this prophecy was passed down from generation to generation.
After Sun Tao took over as the clan leader, he also led people to search Panlong Mountain and found many sika deer, black deer, elk, muntjac, and deer, but he never saw a white deer.
The roar of hoofbeats interrupted his reverie, and Sun Tao said urgently: "Everyone, win first and then talk about it. We don't want to lose everything and ruin the lives of our brothers in vain."
Yu Wenqi glanced at the Qingqi a hundred and fifty steps away, and said with a smile: "Han people also know how to ride and shoot? Let me teach them."
Raising the steel spear in his hand high, Yu Wenqi shouted loudly: "Brothers, follow me." The people on the post stepped aside, revealing the seventy or eighty horsemen resting on the post behind them.
The tip of the spear pointed forward, with a cold light, Yu Wenqi galloped forward, and the knights behind him used him as the front, roaring down the low hill, the sound of hoofbeats was like thunder, and the momentum was menacing.
Hundreds of cavalry suddenly appeared on the low hill, and Yang Anyuan's heart was filled with fear. The thieves actually hid Qingqi. They were no ordinary refugees.
The two sides were no more than a hundred steps apart, and Yang Anyuan ordered loudly: "Arrow!"
The arrows pierced the air and intertwined, like an arrow net covering Yu Wenqi and others.
Yu Wenqi let out a wolf howl, the steel spear in his hand danced with light and shadow, and he deflected the incoming arrows.
The Qing cavalry behind them either dialed or dodged, the horses' hoofbeats sounded rapidly, and most of the arrows fell into the empty space.
Yang Anyuan's eyes were solemn, and the opponent had excellent riding skills. Judging from his ability to avoid arrows, he was a battle-hardened elite.
Without thinking too much, the galloping horses had already connected with each other, and Yang Anyuan's steel knife was swiping across the opponent's horse's head.
Yu Wenqi smiled ferociously and pointed his steel spear at Yang Anyuan's blade.
"Dang", the tip of the spear hit the blade. Yang Anyuan felt the steel knife sway. Seeing that the tip of the spear continued to stab towards the right chest without losing its momentum, he was so frightened that he dodged sideways.
A scream passed through his right ribs, and Yang Anyuan broke into a cold sweat.
The two horses were staggered, Yang Anyuan swung his sword forward, and his back was in the robe.
The steel knife flew past, bringing up a cloud of blood. The opponent screamed and fell, warm blood splashed on his face, and the thick smell of blood spread.
The sounds of horses neighing, shouts of death, tearing, bone breaking, and screams intertwined together. The sharp blades were stained with blood, soaked in the eyes, and sacrificed to the heaven and earth.
