"Report, my lord! Cavalry are charging in from the left!"
Yang Mingwu had not even tightened his reins before he cried out urgently.
"How many riders?" Yang Zhengshan shot to his feet and asked.
"About two hundred!" Yang Mingwu said.
Yang Zhengshan's expression turned stern, and he immediately shouted, "Call everyone back! Prepare for battle, prepare for battle!"
During the rest period, Yang Mingwu and Yang Mingzhi took turns standing watch in the surrounding area.
In truth, without Yang Zhengshan needing to say it, the sentries posted around them had already begun withdrawing one after another.
At the cries ringing out one after another, the civilian laborers who had still been resting immediately fell into panic.
"Don't get into disorder! Put the wagons on the outer area as a barrier. Soldiers in front, laborers behind. Form a circular formation and prepare for battle!"
The civilian laborers were panicking, but the soldiers of Linguan Fortress did not fall into chaos. Nearly two months of training had already made them carve obedience to orders into their minds.
The moment Yang Zhengshan's order was given, the soldiers were already getting busy.
Though time was somewhat tight, they still very quickly used the wagons to complete a semicircular formation.
Yang Zhengshan stood on horseback and swept his gaze around.
At this moment, they were on the riverbank, with the Songyuan River at their backs. To the west, dust flew into the air, and the thunder of galloping hooves drew closer and closer.
They had no small number of people, nearly a thousand in all, but eight hundred of them were civilian laborers. The only soldiers capable of fighting were the hundred-odd soldiers under Yang Zhengshan's command and the two squads led by Zhao Desheng.
"A last stand with our backs to the water!"
Yang