Chapter 61 A Strong Feeling of Unease
Yang Zhengshan didn't know what was going on in the commander's tent. At this moment, he was worried about the food and fodder for the town's left camp.

The army set out with food and fodder first, however this time Chongshan Town set out too hastily, and both the Governor's Office and the Dusi Office were unprepared.

This time, the Zhenbiao Zuoying only brought one month's worth of food and fodder when they went to war. It was not that he and Zhao Yuan did not want to bring more, but that the Dusi Yamen gave them so much food and fodder.

Now they have been away from Chongshan Pass for more than half a month, which means that the food and grass they have left are only enough to last for a dozen days.

"Master Zhao, we have to return to Guancheng to transport grain as soon as possible!"

In the camp of Zhenbiao Zuoying, Yang Zhengshan and Zhao Yuan walked side by side around the granary, checking the remaining food and fodder.

Zhao Yuan's face was a little pale, and his brows were filled with fatigue that could not be concealed.

Military affairs are complicated, and logistics affairs are even more complicated, chaotic and numerous. Their baggage team is not only responsible for transporting food and fodder, but also for transporting various equipment.

If it is a field battle, they are also responsible for the maintenance and replacement of soldiers' weapons and armor, etc. If it is a siege, they are also responsible for complex logging, quarrying, manufacturing siege equipment, etc.

Since going on the expedition, Zhao Yuan has not had a good night's sleep. He has been busy all day and has no time to spare.

Similarly, Yang Zhengshan was not idle either. He was even responsible for more things than Zhao Yuan. Although Zhao Yuan had been in the army for four years, he was not as good as Yang Zhengshan in many things.

Zhao Yuan rubbed his brows and said helplessly: "I can only rely on Brother Zhengshan for the transportation of grain. I'm afraid I can't leave the military camp!"

"I understand, just leave this matter to me!" Yang Zhengshan naturally understood that Zhao Yuan could not go back.

“Victory!”

Zhao Yuan didn't waste any words and directly called his capable subordinates over.

"Sir! You are looking for me!"

Soon, a young man in his twenties with a pointed chin and monkey-like features ran over.

"You lead two teams and five hundred laborers and follow Captain Yang back to Guancheng to transport the granary!" Zhao Yuan said weakly.

"As you command!" Zhao Desheng glanced at Yang Zhengshan and quickly agreed.

With Zhao Yuan's order, Yang Zhengshan did not stay any longer. He drove away from the military camp with his soldiers and civilians that day.

But after leaving the military camp, Yang Zhengshan always had an uneasy feeling in his heart, as if something big was about to happen.

He rode on horseback alongside a group of civilians, looking back from afar at the camp with fluttering flags, his brows furrowed.

The feeling of uneasiness in his heart was very strong, but he didn't know where it came from.

Is it the army camp or themselves?

"Dad! What are you looking at?"

Yang Mingzhi rode over and asked softly.

"Nothing?" Yang Zhengshan shook his head and drove his horse forward.

The team moved forward, with the laborers in the middle driving the carts, the soldiers surrounding them to escort them, and Yang Mingwu and others riding horses to act as scouts.

"Dad, do you think we can win?" Yang Mingzhi followed Yang Zhengshan and asked in a low voice.

Everyone was very nervous when they went on the expedition for the first time.

Yang Zhengshan held the reins, glanced at him, and said calmly: "If you encounter an enemy, stay with me and don't leave!"

He didn't say anything encouraging because he didn't know whether he could win the battle.

Instead of giving Yang Mingzhi some unrealistic expectations, it is better to let Yang Mingzhi try his best to save his life.

In fact, for them, being able to keep their lives on the battlefield is already a win. As for whether the war can be won, it is not a problem for these little people like them to consider.

"Will we encounter enemies?" Yang Mingzhi was startled and looked around vigilantly.

The undulating hills connected to the gray sky. At first glance, it was all green, and there was no human figure in sight.

"I don't know, anyway, be careful, go tell Mingwu and the others!" Yang Zhengshan ordered seriously. "Okay!"

Yang Mingzhi responded and hurriedly rode his horse to find Yang Mingwu and others.

The team moved forward, but Yang Zhengshan's worries seemed unnecessary, as they did not encounter any enemies until they reached Chongshan Pass.

But even after Yang Zhengshan entered Chongshan Pass, the uneasiness in his heart still did not subside.

When Yang Zhengshan returned to Chongshan Pass, the eastern army set out again, left Heiyun Mountain and headed towards Fushan City.

When Yang Zhengshan left Chongshan Pass with food and supplies, the eastern army had already arrived at the city of Fushan.

At the same time, Yang Zhengshan also received news that Zhenbiao Zuoying had headed for Fushan City.

There was no choice but Yang Zhengshan could only follow the instructions and head towards Fushan City with the food and supplies.

The road from Chongshan Pass to Fushan City is different from the road to Heiyun Mountain. To go to Heiyun Mountain, you just need to go north, but to go to Fushan City, it is best to bypass the rolling hills and go north along the Songyuan River from the east.

Although this requires taking a detour, the road is relatively flat and the speed will be faster.

Of course, Yang Zhengshan could not decide the army's food route by himself. The route was arranged by the officers under the command of the army's commander.

Because the rear army needed to escort them along the way, Yang Zhengshan and his men were just a baggage train, and the task of protecting the grain route was the responsibility of the town's rear camp.

Although the road became much smoother after the change of the grain route, transporting grain was still hard work. Both oxen, mules and laborers looked very tired after traveling for several consecutive days.

At noon that day, the sun was shining brightly, and Yang Zhengshan asked the team to stop on a river beach to rest.

In fact, Yang Zhengshan treated the civilians quite well. At least he would not let the soldiers whip them, nor would he let them go hungry.

During the break, the laborers took out their dry food and started eating, and the soldiers gathered in groups of three or four to eat the cooled multi-grain cakes.

"Sir, according to the route, we should be able to catch up with the army tomorrow!" Zhao Desheng said as he sat next to Yang Zhengshan and ate a piece of bread.

Although Zhao Desheng has a pointed face and monkey cheeks, after getting along with him, Yang Zhengshan knows that he is an honest man.

Although Zhao Desheng was a flag officer under Zhao Yuan, he was actually Zhao Yuan's servant. He had been with Zhao Yuan since he was a child and was considered the person Zhao Yuan trusted the most.

This time, Zhao Yuan asked him to follow Yang Zhengshan to transport grain, also wanting him to take care of Yang Zhengshan.

Although Yang Zhengshan is far superior to Zhao Desheng in ability and strength, Zhao Desheng's understanding of Chongshan Pass is far superior to Yang Zhengshan.

The reason why we were able to get food and fodder from the Ministry of Revenue so quickly this time was because of Zhao Desheng's arrangements.

Yang Zhengshan handed Zhao Desheng a piece of dried meat and said, "Eat more. You will be responsible for taking care of these civilians later!"

Zhao Desheng took the dried meat and looked at Yang Zhengshan in surprise, "Are you worried about encountering the enemy?"

"Yes!" Yang Zhengshan nodded calmly, "The closer we get to Fushan City, the more careful we have to be!"

"Didn't they say that the army has surrounded Fushan City?" Zhao Desheng asked.

Yang Zhengshan took a sip of cold boiled water, with an undisguised look of worry between his brows.

The closer he got to Fushan City, the more uneasy he felt.

This feeling was very strange, as if it was a warning that kept reminding him.

Sixth sense!
There has always been no evidence, but no one can deny its existence.

Especially since Yang Zhengshan has been drinking spiritual spring water for nearly a year, his five senses have been strengthened. So has his sixth sense also been strengthened?
Yang Zhengshan didn't know whether this uneasiness was accurate, but it didn't stop him from treating it with caution.

"That shouldn't be the case!" Zhao Desheng looked worried.

He was only in his early twenties, about the same age as Yang Mingwu. He was still a young man and it was his first time going to the battlefield. Facing the bloody battle, he was full of fear and anxiety.

However, as soon as Zhao Desheng finished speaking, several hurried horse hoof sounds came from the west.

(End of this chapter)