"This method is applied properly, and all battalions should be trained in this way so that they will not be panicked when facing the enemy cavalry."

Hu Yangeng's method was inspired by the Soviet army lying in a trench during the Cold War and letting the tanks pass by overhead, which could indeed hone the reactions of the armies when facing the cavalry.

After Hu Yangeng watched Ma Kuo's training, the surrounding soldiers galloped to each battalion. After a while, the leaders of the battalions in Daizhou gathered. At Hu Yangeng's request, everyone thought about the methods of cavalry training together.

Hu Yangeng looked carefully and the new commander of Yanmen Camp was in it, so he asked: "Deng Fei, what is the current Yanmen Camp?"

Deng Fei dismounted and replied, "There is nothing to do in Yanmen Camp, so he should be the pioneer of Xuan Shuai. But..." He looked at Hu Yangeng's expression and continued, "Brother Zhao Bangjie of Yanmen Camp is a little reluctant."

"Oh? How do you say this?"

"Brother Zhao Bangjie has been in Yanmen for two years, but the team has not disbanded. He went to the end, took over the Yanmen camp, and brought back the backbone for training. Brother Zhao Bangjie is inevitably dissatisfied, so he slacked off in training."

Hu Yangeng pondered for a while, then asked Ma Kuo, "Third Brother? What do you think?"

"Brother Zhao has fought hard with the Jin thieves since the end of Xuanhe. He was born in the martial arts world and had his own loyalty. Xuan Shuai unified the command of each battalion and was united as one. Of course, it is good, but if you are too hasty, it will also cause changes. Moreover, Yanmen and us have lost their lips and teeth. If they annoy Brother Zhao, they will only let the Jin thieves get the bargain."

"There is no place to turn around in this matter." Hu Yangeng was silent for a moment and said loudly: "We all gathered in Hedong to resist the Jin Dynasty, but there are slight differences, so it should be fine. I think Brother Zhao would not sit idly by and watch the Jin soldiers attack us because of some differences. We stand in Daizhou, and we should tilt our horses and bend our bows to drive away the Jin soldiers. Yanmen faces Datong directly, and Zhao Bangjie finally asks me to save him. At that time, we will pay attention to it."

Seeing that he was determined, everyone naturally stopped refuting. Hu Yangeng took a step forward and said to everyone: "Tomorrow, I will take all the troops to worship the Taoist Lord. I will bless our army with the Taoist Lord."

Everyone agreed loudly. Seeing that everyone responded in their hearts, Hu Yangeng rode his horse away.

Zhao Bangjie's reaction was also deeply imprinted in his heart. I hope that this hero in the martial arts world would not violate the alliance for the sake of one's own will.

A vulture hovered in the sky, and beneath him was a group of people who were on the verge of death. A ragged and skinny refugee walked to the high place with difficulty, looking at the chaotic sky, a shadow of sail broke in.

"Boat!" He screamed in excitement, and there was a commotion behind him. The refugees suddenly realized something. He tried to cover his mouth with difficulty, but it was too late.

More than a hundred refugees rushed over from behind him, trampling him in the loess, leaving only traces of a pair of black hands deeply grasping into the earth. The vulture pounced down.

Yang Zhi stood on the boat and rushed out several times of interception by the bandits, and his companions were covered in bruises. The only boatman was desperately supporting the boat, and the hull was leaking constantly. He had to find a place to go ashore and then look for an opportunity to go to southern Jin.

Watching the crowds who kept trampling on each other and dying, running along the river bank and preventing the boat from shore, Yang Zhi's eyes were filled with a cold expression.

He stretched out his hand and took out the bow behind him. He put an arrow on it and shot it out. He shouted loudly: "Don't chase it again, the arrow is merciless."

Yang Zhi roared like thunder, and the crowd chasing stopped, and then more than a dozen young people rushed over along the river. In the front was a powerful man from Konglu. While chasing, he cursed and threatened everyone behind him, and the crowd was about to move again.

Yang Zhi's face turned cold, and the long arrow was accurately nailed to the big man's left chest. The big man fell on his back. The remaining people immediately stopped and stood there dumbly looking at Yang Zhi who was like a god. Standing near, he saw the scar on his forehead as if he was like a beast's head.

"Who is your leader?" Yang Zhi jumped off the boat. He pressed his right hand to prevent the refugees from suddenly causing trouble.

The refugees did not dare to answer, but just looked at the strong man who was shot to death by Yang Zhi, with the expression on his face filled with fear.

"I want to go to Pingyang, who can lead the way?" He looked at the strong men who were only stopped behind the leader who was shot to death by him. Several strong men kept looking at the boat behind him. His eyes swept, and he immediately lowered his head. Yang Zhi put away the bow in his left hand and said with a smile: "I have a lot of money to repay!"

The crowd kept silent. The heavy money was just a thing that caused death to them. Seeing that no one responded to him, Yang Zhi had to say again: "The matter is over, you can send him to Henan, Qingzhou or Yuzhou!"

After a long silence, a thin man walked out of the crowd behind him and reluctantly raised his spirits and replied: "General Huyan captured Fenzhou and fought with the Jin people near Xinzhou. The road to Pingyang was full of defeated soldiers and bandits. We dare not deceive the hero, but we only hope that the hero could let us wait for the women and children to cross the river, so I led the young master to Pingyang. Life and death will be left to the young master."

"What about Fenzhou?"

"The hero is going to Fenzhou, but he just wants to send these women and children along the Yellow River to east of Jidong." The thin man insisted.

"Ha, if you must persist, then okay." Yang Zhi looked at the man, laughed and turned around and pointed at the boat: "If you can escape to Jidong on this boat, then you will have everything." He greeted him, and the boatman jumped off the boat, followed him, and gave him to one side.

The strong men beside the leader who was shot and killed were delighted and walked forward a few steps. Seeing that Yang Zhi was not blocked, he greeted him and several people jumped onto the boat and rowed in a hurry.

"You!" The thin man was dizzy. He never expected that the boat he had exchanged for with his life would be lost. Looking at Yang Zhi's disdainful look, he wanted to rush forward, but he didn't dare. He just burst into blood and his eyes were dark and he was about to fall.

"Look, the boat is about to sink." I wondered, and all the refugees looked at the boat that was still jealous. Several men were rowing on the boat in a hurry, but one side of the boat had already slanted and was about to sink into the water.

Everyone on the shore cheered gloatingly, and the thin man turned around and saw Yang Zhi's expressionless eyes.

"You made it sink?"

"That's right!" Yang Zhi ignored these people. These stupid people who only knew how to run, Jin soldiers attacked Youzhou, ran to Hebei, Jin soldiers attacked Taiyuan, and Henan, Jin soldiers attacked Siyu, so they could only run to Jiangnan. Jin soldiers attacked Jiangnan. Could it be that they could not die at sea?

Yang Zhi was originally a giant gangster in the mountains, but after being recruited, he became the central subordinate of the Qinfeng Army Division. During the Battle of Taiyuan, he accompanied the Zong Division to rescue Taiyuan, and was intercepted by the Jin soldiers to the main force of the Song army in Yuci into three sections.

"Wujielang Yang Zhi, the Wujie Lang, recovered Yuci first with the Zong Shizhong. The troops defeated him. The generals were scattered. Yang Zhi broke through the siege for the selection of the front line. The battle was unfavorable, so he returned directly from the strait."

After Yang Zhi escaped from Yuci, he became a soldier with a pseudonym and participated in the defense battle in Mengzhou and other places. After the surrender of the Mengzhou guards, Yang Zhi believed that the situation of the Song Dynasty was despair and was disappointed. He brought his ancestral treasure sword to Hedong to become a bandit and activities in Yunzhou and Yanmen.

He was discouraged. Although Ma Kuo and others were moving under Yang Zhi's nose, Yang Zhi didn't care. It was not until this year that Liu Dilie, the remnant Khitan lineage in the northern desert, went south to Yanmen and saw that his previous mortal enemies had to contact Hu Yangeng, that Yang Zhi's mind became active again.

Liu Dilie's guards were dead. He did not dare to stay in Hedong for a long time and had already returned to the desert. The task of bringing a message to Hu Yangeng fell on Yang Zhi.

He left a word and ignored these refugees again. "Since Pingyang cannot go, go to Fenzhou with me. Go south to escape, and when will it take to stop!"

"Hero, why did that boat sink?" the thin man asked in a low voice.

"We are waiting for the people of Hedong, and our homes are occupied by the Shouluo, and we still have the face to cross the river?" Yang Zhi's voice was so low that he could hardly hear it. He turned around and looked at the river. In the turbid river, the brown and black mud and sand were like strands of Chen Jiu's blood, flowing forward regardless of you and me.

The noisy refugees started to move, and the thin man staggered with Yang Zhi, "I will lead the way for the hero."

Yang Zhi smiled and distributed some of the dry food he had with him to the man. Yang Zhi was mixed with refugees and slowly headed towards Fenzhou along the river.

On Hebei, on the north bank of the river, the sound of horse hooves rumbling over. Yang Zhi was mixed with the refugees and was moving towards the east with difficulty. There was not much food, but the road seemed to be endless.

"Jin soldiers and cavalry!"

The long warning made the noisy refugee team chaotic. The refugees rushed towards Yang Zhi, as if only Yang Zhi could protect them. Some of the refugees following him were shunning near Yang Zhi, and some fled in a hurry.

Yang Zhi waved his scabbard, and the hungry refugees rushed away. The refugees were running around like headless flies, but there was finally a clearing space beside Yang Zhi, allowing him to bend his bow and arrows.

The strong bow in Yang Zhi's hand was already full, and he stared at the direction where the sound of horse hooves came. In a moment, more than a dozen cavalrymen with braided hair appeared in everyone's sight.

Without waiting for everyone to react, a Jin soldier shouted loudly and fell from the horse. He neighed and shouted, but the dozen Jin soldiers around him did not dare to stop to rescue him. He just slowed down a little and ran forward with his best efforts again.

The Jin soldiers were fleeing! The bow in Yang Zhi's hand shook unnaturally, and a surprise surged into his heart.
Chapter completed!