Yang Zhen led several people out of the I-shaped trench where Pan Xi was stationed, and walked back along the crescent-shaped communication trench.

He looked at the sun in the sky and calculated the approximate time. At this time, less than half an hour had passed since Xu Changyong set off.

He gradually began to feel nervous, and he began to turn back and look to the west.

The Mongolian cavalry led by Xu Changyong were all light cavalry. The bows they used were Mongolian bows, and the arrows they used were the light arrows commonly used by Mongolian cavalry, and they did not have iron armor.

Their offensive ability is average, and their protective ability is even worse, but they have one advantage, that is, they move around like the wind and are very fast.

If calculated according to the departure time, if there was no interception by the Tatars, we should have arrived at Songshan City by now.

However, Yang Zhen knew that they would never have a smooth journey, and once they were intercepted by the Tatars, they would never be able to move forward bravely.

As long as they encounter more than a hundred Tatar cavalry, Xu Changyong's troops will definitely not get entangled and will immediately turn around and retreat.

Because there are only about 200 of them in total, under this situation, the result of entanglement with the Tatar cavalry will inevitably be the annihilation of the entire army.

"Were they stopped by the Tatar cavalry brigade? Surrounded? Is it possible that the entire army was wiped out?!"

The more time passed, the more Yang Zhen's mind became filled with countless questions.

Just when Yang Zhen looked back to the west again, he suddenly saw a person running out of the woods in the distance, holding a red flag high in his hand!

On the red flag fluttering in the wind, there is a smoking thunder that seems to have been ignited!

"That's the flag of the Grenadier Corps! Sir! Xu Guerrilla and the others are back! The Tatars have arrived!"

Before Yang Zhen could think of the connection, Yang Zhan'ao was the first to shout.

In his excitement, Yang Zhen took a closer look and saw that the man waving the Grenadier flag was none other than Guo Xiaowu, who had been standing on the treetops in the woods ahead, looking westward.

I saw Guo Xiaowu holding the Grenadier team flag high and waving it vigorously, clearly warning the rear positions.

At that moment, Yang Zhen did not hesitate and immediately shouted the order:

"Attention, all units! Squat down! Squat down! Put it into the Mongolian camp! Put it into the Mongolian camp!! Listen to my sentry and then fire! Listen to my sentry and then fire!!"

All the soldiers have been waiting in the trenches and reeds for a long time. The musketeers have already loaded their ammunition and prepared ignition powder. The grenadiers have lit fires in the trenches, and the archers have lit bonfires.

Rockets were prepared, and the gunners also lit torches and loaded shotguns. They all looked ahead in the direction where the Tatar cavalry might rush, and made all preparations.

If at this moment, anyone is so nervous that they accidentally fire a shot, accidentally drop a bomb, or accidentally fire a cannon, that will be troublesome.

Although before the war, Yang Zhen had given repeated orders to wait until Xu Changyong's troops had successfully passed before he could open fire, he was still worried that whoever could not help but open fire first would make a big mistake.

Fortunately, after he shouted several times, although the atmosphere in the trenches on the salt flats was extremely tense, no one was the first to fire.

Before Yang Zhen could shout again, he saw Guo Xiaowu, whom he had been staring at, suddenly turned around and fell to the ground. At this moment, he was standing in the trench and felt the vibrations coming from the ground.

In a moment, accompanied by the roar of horse hooves in the distance, several war horses suddenly sprang out from where Guo Xiaowu was lying down!

Immediately afterwards, another group of war horses rushed out of the woods and galloped towards the reed swamp!

"Don't fire! Don't fire! The Tatars are behind! The Tatars are behind!"

Amidst the rumbling sound of horse hooves, the riders on the horses rushing in front shouted loudly in Chinese:

"I am Xu Changyong! One of our own! Don't fire! I am Xu Changyong! One of my own! Don't fire!..."

This was what Xu Changyong and the soldiers following him had agreed upon in advance and shouted out at this time.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!..."

Before Xu Changyong and the others could finish their words, a series of explosions suddenly sounded from the woods where they had just rushed out.

Li Lu takes action!

It means that the Tatars have followed Xu Changyong and others to the edge of the woods!

It was too late, but soon, at the same time there was an explosion in the west of the woods, Yang Zhen looked west anxiously, and the Tatar cavalry had already appeared in the area where the horse trap was dug!

When Yang Zhen turned around again, about a hundred people from the cavalry led by Xu Changyong had already jumped across the trench and rushed into the reed swamp with shouts!

Only then did Yang Zhenfang pick up the iron whistle hanging around his neck and put it in his mouth, then took a sharp breath and blew it with all his strength.

Suddenly, bursts of sharp whistles pierced the extremely tense air and resounded throughout the world!

Even the violent explosions coming from the direction of the woods and the horse pit could not cover up the unique sharp whistle of the Iron Caller!

"Fire! Fire! The Tatars are coming! Fire!"

Yang Zhen's whistle was an order. This was the signal that Yang Zhen had discussed with the various teams in the trenches.

Hearing the sharp and rapid whistles blown by Yang Zhen, Pan Xi, Yang Zhan'ao, Yan San, Zu Keyong, including Zhang Chen and Zhang Guogan who were a little further away, all gave orders to open fire to their men!

At this time, the Tatar cavalry, a mass of darkness, had already rushed through the area where the horse trap was located.

Although there were many Tatar war horses, one horse's hoof stepped into a two-foot-deep horse pit, broke the horse's leg, and fell to the ground neighing and screaming, but there were still more Tatar cavalry rumbling under the hooves.

Amidst the sound, he stepped on the fallen war horses and fallen Tatar bodies, and rushed across the ground covered with horse pits.

Groups of Tatar war horses arrived in an instant.

Yang Zhenfang was still looking to the west, but in an instant he saw the Tatar war horses rushing at the front coming towards him!

Yang Zhen suddenly shouted at the top of his lungs: "Grenadier! Pan Xi! Squat down! Squat down! Squat down!"

Yang Zhen shouted loudly and squatted down quickly. As soon as he hid his body in the trench, he looked up and saw a war horse with black hair on its belly suddenly passing over his head.

Horses are spiritual animals, especially war horses. Once they encounter an obstacle while running at high speed, they will jump over the obstacle in front of them without the rider's command.

It was the same when encountering a trench. One after another, the Tatar war horses galloped over and crossed the first trench in groups. Not a single horse fell through the air.

Yang Zhen raised the gun that he had been holding for a long time and fired randomly in the direction of the Tatars. After a loud bang, the smoke had not dissipated. Through the smoke, Yang Zhen saw a horse about to cross the crescent moon.

The gray-white war horse in the ditch, carrying the knight on its back, smashed towards the position of Yang Zhen!

The horse was shot in the abdomen, and the blood instantly stained the horse's belly red. The galloping horse was severely injured, lost strength in an instant, and fell directly from the top of the trench it was crossing.

Yan San, who was right behind Yang Zhen, with quick hands and quick eyes, pulled Yang Zhen violently, and the two of them rolled and crawled away.

Yang Zhen had just dodged when he heard a "bang" and the war horse that had been shot in the abdomen, carrying the Tatar knight who had no time to dismount, fell heavily to the position where Yang Zhen had just stood and fired.

This scene made Yang Zhen, who traveled through time in later generations, a little dumbfounded for a moment. Seeing the Tatar knight riding a war horse falling into the ditch, holding a bow and arrow, struggling to stand up, Yang Zhen did not expect other than hurriedly loading ammunition.

Another way.

Fortunately, the strong Tatar man struggled and was about to get up, but Zu Keyong quickly rushed up with a saber and chopped off his head with a knife.

When the head fell, it was separated from the arrow helmet that was originally integrated. The force did not decrease, and it rolled to Yang Zhen's feet.
Chapter completed!