"My lord, they're coming!" Yang Mingzhen said, somewhat agitated.
"What are you panicking for?" Yang Zhengshan reprimanded coldly.
Though this kid was quick-witted, his temperament still needed proper tempering.
In truth, that was normal. Back then, when Yang Mingwu, Yang Chengze, and the others first took part in battle, they had not been much better.
Only after several life-and-death clashes had they become calm and composed, able to face any enemy with equanimity.
After being reprimanded by Yang Zhengshan, Yang Mingzhen gave an embarrassed little smile.
He was not afraid, just somewhat excited; amid the excitement was a little impatience, mixed with a tiny trace of panic at facing the enemy.
Yang Zhengshan ignored him no further, instead quietly watching the Hu Cavalry opposite them.
Yang Zhengshan had in fact long expected this kind of sudden encounter battle.
They had already entered the territory of the East Sea Hu Tribe, and at any moment, they might run into a Hu tribal settlement.
The situation in front of them was not that bad. At the very least, they had not encountered the enemy completely unprepared, nor had they been sneak attacked.
They had already had time to react and make preparations to meet the battle.
At the same time, Zhayan opposite was also looking toward Yang Zhengshan's side. At a glance, he saw Yang Zhengshan riding Red Cloud and wearing the Gold-Lacquer Mountain Pattern Armor.
Yang Zhengshan's attire was simply too conspicuous among the cavalrymen.
The Garrison Battalion cavalry wore black leather armor, while Yang Zhengshan wore the Gold-Lacquer Mountain Pattern Armor. The golden battle armor shimmered with a hazy radiance beneath the bright sunlight.
The Garrison Battalion's mounts were all superior warhorses, each one worthy of being called tall and powerful, but compared to Red Cloud, those horses were still