Chapter 357: Don’t worry, Your Majesty. Everything is under my control!
Outside the city of Qinghua Prefecture, in the camp of the Tenglong Guard army.

Two soldiers from Tenglong Guard were reporting to Yang Zhengshan that enemy cavalry had appeared around the Acropolis.

Yang Zhengshan felt relieved when he learned that the enemy cavalry did not rush into the Acropolis at the first time.

As long as the enemy does not raid the Acropolis, there will not be any problem.

"Three thousand cavalrymen, these should be the cavalrymen of Prince Qing!"

Yang Zhengshan said to his subordinates in the account book.

Xie Yuan smiled and said, "Prince Qing probably wants us to come back for help, but he seems to have underestimated our Tenglong Guards!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Yang Zhengshan felt a sudden shock in his heart.

"Wait, you just said that Prince Qing wants us to come back for help!" Yang Zhengshan said with shining eyes.

"Well, isn't it? Otherwise, why would he send the cavalry to raid the Acropolis?" Xie Yuan said puzzledly.

Yang Zhengshan grinned, "No, they just want us to come back for help!"

Xie Yuan and the others looked at each other, not understanding what this meant.

"Send the order, gather the five military camps immediately, we will return to provide support!" Yang Zhengshan said with a smile.

Although this was just his guess, he was willing to give it a try. After all, there would be no loss even if he guessed wrong.

On the contrary, if he guessed correctly, they might be able to easily capture Qinghua City.

"Come back for help!" Xie Yuan still hadn't figured it out, but Song Dashan had already sent the order.

Yang Zhengshan said to him: "After I lead the five military camps to leave, you just need to close the camp gates and defend the camp!"

Xie Yuan's thoughts were turning rapidly, and suddenly a flash of inspiration came to his mind, and he said: "My lord, you mean, they will attack the camp!"

"Well, it's very likely that they want us to return for reinforcements. Then we will take advantage of their tricks and see what they are going to do!"

"Maybe we don't need to lure them out of their hole, they will come out on their own!"

Yang Zhengshan stroked his beard and smiled.

A moment later, Yang Zhengshan, wearing gold-painted mountain armor and riding Hongyun, led 6,000 cavalrymen from the Five Army Battalions out of the camp.

The mighty march of six thousand cavalrymen out of the camp naturally could not be hidden from Prince Qing and others in Qinghua City.

"Okay, haha, our plan was successful!"

In the lobby of the palace, Xu Maocai said excitedly.

Prince Qing also showed his joy. After the six thousand cavalrymen left, there were only eight thousand soldiers in the Tenglong Guard's camp outside the city.

He has 11,000 soldiers under his command, which outnumbers the enemy. If he can catch them off guard, there is a great chance that he will defeat the Tenglongwei army in one fell swoop.

He didn't seek a complete defeat of Tenglongwei, but only a thorough victory to prove his ability and strength.

But apparently they were happy too early!

May 27th, nightfall.

The dark night seemed like an endless amount of thick ink painted heavily on the sky. The night fog came, covering the hazy crescent moon and even the faint light of the stars.

In the Tenglongwei camp, there was no other light except the burning bonfires and fire pots.

The soldiers on guard couldn't help but feel sleepy in such a quiet and peaceful night.

In the tent, Xie Yuan and Song Dashan sat together, drinking tea lazily.

"Hey, are they coming or not?"

"They didn't come yesterday, they won't come today!"

"What if they don't come?"

Song Dashan said a little anxiously.

He has always been straightforward and what he hates most is waiting.

They had been waiting for a day and a night, and Song Dashan was getting impatient.

Xie Yuan looked at Song Dashan helplessly, "Old Song, can't you just be quiet?"

Song Dashan looked at him, curled his lips, and said, "I'm afraid I'll fall asleep if I get quiet!"

"..."

Xie Yuan was speechless for a while. Well, Song Dashan really slept well. No matter where he was or how noisy it was, as long as he wanted to sleep, he could fall asleep as soon as he touched the pillow.

Xie Yuan was a little envious of Song Dashan. Being able to eat and sleep was a blessing!
"If you're really bored, why don't you just practice boxing here!"

"Why are you practicing boxing so late at night? Why don't you take me with you, sir?"

"If you follow, what should we do here?"

"Aren't you still here?"

"My cultivation is not as good as yours!" Xie Yuan said.

"That's true, but Old Xie, your cultivation has been improving a little too slowly over the years! In five years, your cultivation has only improved by two levels! My cultivation was not as good as yours before, but now I'm one level higher than you!" Song Dashan felt that Xie Yuan had been a little slack over the years, and his cultivation was improving so slowly.

Xie Yuan's face was filled with black lines, he really wanted to beat up the idiot in front of him.

Is it too slow to improve two levels in five years?

He had practiced for twenty years before and had only reached the fourth level of the acquired realm. Before coming to Tenglongwei, he had just broken through to the fifth level of the acquired realm. During his nearly five years in Tenglongwei, he broke through two levels in succession and reached the seventh level of the acquired realm.

In the past, he had dreamed that his cultivation would one day reach the seventh level of the acquired realm.

He is now 48 years old. Even at this age, he can still improve his cultivation, which he himself finds incredible.

So he was still very satisfied with his own cultivation.

But thinking about Song Dashan, he felt that his cultivation was indeed a bit low.

Song Dashan is only 35 years old this year, but his cultivation has reached the eighth level of the acquired realm.

Not only Song Dashan, many people in Tenglongwei have cultivation bases not weaker than him, such as Yang Mingzhi, Yang Mingzhen, Yang Minghao, Luo Feiyu, Wu Chongzhe, etc., their cultivation bases are not much weaker than his.

Since last year, the cultivation of several young people including Yang Mingzhi and Yang Mingzhen has successively broken through to the seventh level of the acquired realm.

Among the Tenglong Guards now, the only one he can compare himself to is probably Wu Chongzhe. Wu Chongzhe is about the same age as him and his cultivation is also similar.

As for the others, including Song Dashan, they can actually be said to be a generation younger than him.

Compared with these young people, he felt old and couldn't help feeling depressed.

But he soon felt relieved. He was old, but his son was still young.

His sons have been training in the Royal Guards Camp for the past few years, and they have all grown a lot, which has made him very satisfied. "Okay, Old Song, sit down and have some tea. If they really want to lure the tiger away from the mountain as you expect, then they will definitely come tonight!" Xie Yuan said with a smile.

"Why?"

"We are so close to Tenglongwei. Even if we run back and forth and fight a big battle, two or three days will be enough! If they don't come tonight, the adults should be back tomorrow!" Xie Yuan said.

Song Dashan thought about it and felt that what he said was right, so he suppressed his anxiety and sat down to drink tea.

Just as Xie Yuan thought, Prince Qing was preparing to attack the Tenglong Guard's camp tonight.

Under the gloomy night, the two southern gates of Qinghua City slowly opened, and hazy figures poured out from the city.

More than ten thousand soldiers went out of the city in the dark so quietly, which shows that the soldiers of Prince Qing's guards and Qinghua Guards were also well-trained.

However, they still could not escape the eyes hiding in the dark. Just as they were leaving the city, several figures hiding not far from the city gate disappeared into the misty night fog like ghosts.

Twenty miles east of the city, next to a village, soldiers from the Five Army Camps were training for battle.

The village next door is not big, with about two hundred households. They hide in the village during the day, and at night they lock the villagers in their homes and gather outside the village.

"Dad! Freshly roasted chicken leg!" Yang Mingzhi handed a roasted brown chicken leg to Yang Zhengshan.

Yang Zhengshan took it and asked, "Did you pay?"

"Yes, each family gave three cents of silver. The chickens and sheep were also paid for. It is 30% higher than the market price!" said Yang Mingzhi.

"Ok!"

Yang Zhengshan nodded and started to eat the chicken leg.

Three taels of silver was not a lot, but they only stayed there for less than two days. Although they had locked the villagers in the house, they did not do anything to harm anyone.

As for the chickens and sheep, well, all the chickens and sheep in the village were bought by Yang Zhengshan, and each soldier was given a bowl of soup.

Yang Zhengshan was treated specially and had an extra chicken leg!
"Report, General, the enemy has left the city!"

When Yang Zhengshan heard the report, he swallowed the chicken in one gulp and threw the bones on the ground.

"Send the order, set off!"

He turned over and jumped onto the horse's back, his eyes shining like stars.

It's finally out!
If he doesn't come out, he will have to go back to the camp tomorrow.

Soon, Yang Zhengshan led 6,000 soldiers and advanced slowly towards the main camp. It was too dark and they couldn't move too fast, but there was no need to be too anxious. There was no fire in the main camp yet, which meant that the enemy had not launched an attack yet.

……

On the city wall, Prince Qing stood in front of the city gate tower, looking in the direction of the Tenglongwei camp.

"Teacher, there won't be any accidents!"

His heart could not calm down at all; he was filled with excitement and worry.

They were excited because they could defeat Tenglongwei's army soon, but they were worried about the possibility of accidents.

"Don't worry, Your Majesty. Everything is under control!"

"Yang Zhengshan has returned to Tenglongwei. Tonight is the best time for us to break into the Tenglongwei camp!"

Xu Maocai stroked his gray beard and said confidently.

As soon as he finished speaking, bursts of shouts and cries of killing were heard from the camp in the distance, followed by rising flames that tore through the gray night fog.

Duan Heng led his soldiers to break open the gate of the camp, and then rushed into the camp.

The gate of the camp is made of wood, only two meters high, and not very strong. A warrior above the fifth level of acquired martial arts can easily break it open.

After entering the camp, Duan Heng looked at the tents in front of him with a ferocious expression and shouted, "Kill!"

"kill!"

The shouts and screams broke the dark night. Many soldiers overturned the braziers and set the tents on fire. In an instant, flames shot up into the sky.

But soon someone noticed something was wrong, there was no one in the tent!
Not only in the tent, but there was no one in the entire camp, not even one person on night watch.

"Sir, no one!"

A centurion shouted loudly.

Duan Heng, who was waving a long sword and signaling the soldiers to charge into the camp, paused and turned his head abruptly to look at the captain who was shouting.

"no one!"

"Sir, there is no one here!" the centurion shouted again.

Duan Heng suddenly woke up, "Oh no, it's a trap!"

It's just that he woke up a little late.

"kill!"

Another round of shouting and killing sounded.

Immediately afterwards, countless Tenglongwei soldiers rushed out from the depths of the camp.

In the flames, a bloody fight broke out.

"Hahaha, I've been waiting for you for a long time, and you're finally here!"

Song Dashan laughed loudly, and then rushed into the flock of sheep like a tiger emerging from the mountains.

Duan Heng saw the ferocious Song Dashan, but at this moment he had no intention of fighting at all, and shouted: "Retreat, retreat quickly!"

However, it was not easy for him to retreat now, as thousands of soldiers had crowded into the camp, and the noisy shouting and screaming made it impossible for his voice to be heard outside the camp.

The soldiers inside the camp wanted to retreat, while the soldiers outside the camp were still pushing forward, trying to rush into the camp.

"Damn it!"

Duan Heng noticed the chaotic battle situation and did not bother to go forward to kill the enemy. He jumped up and flew out of the camp by stepping on the bodies of the soldiers.

"Retreat! Retreat quickly!"

Now the soldiers outside the camp finally heard the order.

The sound of ding ding ding gongs rang out, and the soldiers outside finally began to retreat.

But Duan Heng's face turned pale because he saw a long dragon with burning torches rushing towards him from the east.

"Mingzhi, Mingzhen, go seize the gate! Everyone else, follow me and kill them!"

At Yang Zhengshan's command, the five military camps were divided into two parts. Yang Mingzhi and Yang Mingzhen led two thousand cavalry and rushed straight to the open city gate, while Yang Zhengshan led four thousand cavalry and rushed towards the direction of the main camp.

(End of this chapter)