Chapter 235: Hu Tribe Master
Yang Zhengshan was not aware of Korcha's actions. At this time, he was standing in the ruins of the Heshe tribe.

The Heshe tribe was the Hu tribe they attacked the day before yesterday. They attacked seven Hu tribes in seven days, and now they are less than fifty miles away from Korca.

Yang Zhengshan decided to suspend the action and rest for a while.

The continuous attacks made the soldiers extremely tired, and the Hu people tribes in the area north of Songyuan River and south of Korca had been wiped out by them, so they no longer had any targets to attack.

Wang Sheng and Yuan Wanli came to the settlement of Heshe. Looking at the mess and ruins on the ground, they were numb.

However, when they saw the soldiers of the garrison camp, they could not help but stop.

Both of them looked at the group of demons from hell with their pupils contracted.

Really looks like the devil.

His whole body was dark red, with dried blood covering his face and a pair of bright but cold eyes.

The most important thing is the murderous aura on them, or should it be the bloody aura.

Strong, terrifying, and chilling.

For seven days, the soldiers slept in the open air, did not take a bath once, but had to bathe in blood every day.

You can imagine what they looked like at this moment.

Not to mention them, even Yang Zhengshan looked like a ghost at this time. The gold-lacquered armor had turned dark red, the long hair on his head was in clumps, his originally flying beard had become a hard short stick, and a pungent stench emanated from his body.

These Tian Wangsheng and Yuan Wanli have been following in their footsteps, but they have never seen the soldiers of the garrison camp. No, to be precise, they have never seen the garrison camp.

After each battle, Yang Zhengshan would arrange for someone to deliver a message to them, and by the time they arrived at the battlefield, Yang Zhengshan had already left with the garrison battalion.

So today was the first time they had seen Yang Zhengshan and the garrison battalion in these days.

The garrison camp at this time was completely different from the garrison camps they had seen before.

Although the previous garrison camp was also filled with murderous aura, it was definitely not so strong and terrifying.

"You are here!" Yang Zhengshan saw Wang Sheng and Yuan Wanli and walked over with big strides.

"My lord!" Yuan Wanli looked at Yang Zhengshan, whose face was covered in blood, with some disbelief.

Wang Sheng's eyes flickered, and he clasped his fists and bowed, "Greetings, sir!"

Yang Zhengshan grinned, but his blood-stained face made his smile look particularly ugly.

"Pack up, we're going back to the south bank of Songyuan today!"

The battle is temporarily over, and they need to retreat to the camp on the south bank of Songyuan River to rest.

"Don't worry, sir, we'll clean it up right away!"

Wang Sheng didn't waste any time and immediately arranged for people to start cleaning up the ruins of the Heshe tribe.

These days he has transferred another group of civilians from Jiacheng. There is no other way. The garrison camp has to deal with one Hu tribe every day, and they have to deal with one Hu tribe every day as well.

The number of laborers he brought with him before was not enough, so he had to temporarily mobilize another group.

These laborers were already familiar with this kind of thing, and they easily moved all the supplies onto the horse-drawn and ox-drawn carts.

As for the heads, Yuan Wanli also counted them and determined the number of them.

As dusk approached, the garrison camp and the civilian laborers who came to transport the spoils headed south together.

However, they did not walk far. After walking about ten miles, they found a flat place to spend the night.

At this time, they were more than 150 miles away from the camp on the south bank of Songyuan River. It would take at least a day to get back, so they definitely could not go back today.

At night, Yang Zhengshan found a carriage to lean against, closed his eyes slightly, and rested with a calm expression.

"Sir, a lot of scouts have come from Korcha!" Yang Mingzhen said with unconcealable fatigue.

Yangming Town is probably the busiest these days.

Yang Mingzhen was in charge of security, reconnaissance and vigilance. Although he was not required to do it personally, he had to stay alert at all times and could not even fall into a deep sleep.

"How far is it from us?" Yang Zhengshan asked.

"It has been following us, always keeping a distance of four or five miles!" said Yang Mingzhen.

Yang Zhengshan opened his eyes and nodded slightly, "Get some good sleep tonight, I'll keep an eye on it myself!"

"Sir, no need, I can do it!" Yang Mingzhen said.

Yang Zhengshan stood up and patted him on the shoulder, "Have a good rest!"

The night sky tonight is exceptionally cool and clear. The silvery crescent moon hangs in the quiet night sky, casting a hazy moonlight.

Yang Zhengshan rode Hongyun to a location four or five miles north of the temporary camp. He could see four or five figures in the distance.

The distance of four or five miles is neither close nor far. Standing here you can see the campfire of the temporary camp.

These people probably just wanted to keep an eye on them. As for attacking, they never relaxed their vigilance, and there were always more than a hundred cavalrymen on guard around them.

Yang Zhengshan did not drive away the Hu spies on the opposite side, but just sat down on the grass.

Although it was already midnight, Hongyun was still very energetic.

This guy has been having a great time in recent days. The soldiers are all very tired, both mentally and physically filled with fatigue that cannot be relieved in a short time, but this guy still looks energetic.

Hehehe~~
Hongyun murmured to Yang Zhengshan.

Yang Zhengshan had no choice but to take out a few peaches and hand them to it, and then he took a peach and started to eat it.

Such good food cannot be shared with the soldiers. Yang Zhengshan grumbled in his heart, "It's not that I want to eat it all by myself, but it's really not appropriate to share it with others!"

He wanted to share some with his soldiers, but he couldn't explain the origin of this thing!
Spiritual spring water can be mixed into water, but fresh fruit is really hard to explain. At the end of April, in the north, it is impossible to have fresh fruit.

Just as Yang Zhengshan was eating a peach, Hongyun next to him suddenly called out softly.

Hehehe~~
Yang Zhengshan's expression changed slightly and his ears immediately pricked up.

In terms of vigilance, Hongyun has the instinct of an animal, and its hearing is better than that of humans, even better than Yang Zhengshan.

The slight sound of wind blew the inch-high grass, making a rustling sound.

But there are also some different voices mixed in.

Being targeted?
And just one person?

"eat quickly!"

Yang Zhengshan said in a low voice.

Hongyun quickly swallowed the peach on the ground, and after it finished eating, Yang Zhengshan picked up the peach core and threw it into the Lingquan space.

There was no way to explain the fresh peaches, and there was no way to explain the fresh peach pits either. In order to avoid trouble, Yang Zhengshan would throw the peach pits into the Lingquan space every time he finished eating.

The man was approaching. His movements were so slight that they were almost inaudible. If Hong Yun hadn't reminded him, Yang Zhengshan would not have noticed him for a while.

Master!

What a coincidence!
If other soldiers encounter this guy, they will definitely be in great danger.

Yang Zhengshan observed his surroundings as usual and did not deliberately observe the other party's position.

Time passed by minute by minute. The other party was very cautious and kept crawling close to the ground.

In this dim moonlight, it is difficult for ordinary people to detect his presence.

About a quarter of an hour later, the other party was less than ten feet away from Yang Zhengshan.

Yang Zhengshan still did not move, but quietly tightened his grip on the spear beside him.

The night wind blew gently, and suddenly the man jumped up from the ground like a cheetah and pounced towards where Yang Zhengshan was.

Xilulu! !

Hongyun let out a loud neigh, leaped up, and stepped towards the oncoming figure with his two horse hooves.

At the same time, a shining spear light emerged from under Hong Yun, and the thunder sound, so low that it was barely audible, vibrated slightly.

The tacit understanding between the man and the horse almost reached its limit.

The visitor obviously had not expected a situation like this, but this man's strength was remarkable.

Just as the horse's hooves were about to land on him and the spear was about to pierce his abdomen, his body unexpectedly twisted and rolled in the air, avoiding the horse's hooves and Yang Zhengshan's spear.

However, although he dodged it, he looked extremely embarrassed and rolled over a dozen feet before he could steady himself.

At this time, Yang Zhengshan saw the other person's face clearly. He looked to be in his early forties, with a strong but not tall build, and a rough face with obvious characteristics of a Hu person.

Yang Zhengshan didn't even ask who the other person was. He instantly passed through Hongyun's belly and stabbed at the other person with his spear like a poisonous snake spitting out its tongue.

The man's expression changed slightly, and he retreated repeatedly, while waving his knife to block Yang Zhengshan's gun.

Feeling the force coming from the pole, Yang Zhengshan couldn't help but feel heavy-hearted.

Master!

A real master.

At the very least, he must be a master above the eighth level!
But he is definitely not a master of the innate realm.

The body moved, the spear waved, and the fierce attack kept approaching.

The opponent was not to be outdone. A pale scimitar was swung to form a curtain of light, which actually blocked all of Yang Zhengshan's attacks.

The clanging sounds were continuous like a rainstorm, and the two figures kept crossing each other under the crescent moon.

After fighting for dozens of moves, the two were evenly matched and neither had the advantage.

This result surprised both of them.

Today, Yang Zhengshan's cultivation has reached the seventh level of the acquired realm, not far from the eighth level. Coupled with his physical advantage, he dares to say that he can suppress a warrior at the eighth level of the acquired realm. Even if it is a warrior at the ninth level of the acquired realm, he can still fight.

However, facing the Hu man in front of him, he was unable to suppress him.

Could it be that the other party is at the ninth level of the acquired realm?
Just then, a series of horse hoof sounds rang out.

Some came from the north and some came from the south. Those from the south were naturally the soldiers in the garrison camp who were responsible for vigilance, while those from the north were Korca's spies.

Both of them noticed their companion approaching, and after another collision, they dispersed.

Xilulu! !

Hongyun ran behind Yang Zhengshan.

Its hooves are very powerful, and it can kick a person or a horse away with one kick. However, when it encounters a powerful warrior, it is of little help. So when Yang Zhengshan was fighting just now, it stood quietly by and watched.

If Yang Zhengshan can't win, it can take Yang Zhengshan away.

Hongyun is still very smart. Not only is he smart, he also understands human nature.

The man and the horse have been together for several years, and they not only have a lot of tacit understanding, but also have a deep affection for each other.

(End of this chapter)