Chapter 66: The Rout
Zhou Lan did not stay on the riverbank for too long. After the clerk recorded Yang Zhengshan's contribution, he hurriedly led his men away.

After a short rest at noon, Yang Zhengshan led his team to continue forward. It was not until the next morning that they found the army camp and transported the food and grass to the camp of Zhenbiao Zuoying.

After returning to the camp, Yang Zhengshan first delivered the food and grass to Zhao Yuan, and then handed the heads of the Hu cavalry to the clerks in the camp. They would then make statistics and report them to the main camp, and then reward them according to their merits after the war.

As for the spoils of war, Yang Zhengshan kept the silver himself, and gave all the war horses, weapons and armor to Zhao Yuan. There was no other way he could take these spoils away.

Perhaps after the war, when rewarding people for their merits, Zhou Lan could reward him with more money. After all, so many war horses were worth a lot of money.

After finishing all the tasks, Yang Zhengshan wanted to have a good rest for two days, but he did not expect that he would receive an order to return to Chongshan Pass to transport grain early the next morning.

This time, the person who gave him the order did not come from Zhou Lan, but from the main general's camp.

Although there are now two camps on the left and right of Zhenbiao to clear out the Hu cavalry that harasses the grain route, the army had lost too many baggage trains and too much food and fodder before, so the main general's camp had to gather all the baggage trains of each camp together and return to Chongshan Pass to transport grain.

In this way, Yang Zhengshan became a full-time grain transport officer and led his team to Chongshan Pass again.

The twenty-third year of Chengping, mid-July.

Yang Zhengshan led his team again to the riverbank where they were resisting the attack of the Hu cavalry.

The long grain team moved slowly along the river beach like a long dragon. The originally flat river beach was now pressed into a path by the ruts of the wheels.

This was Yang Zhengshan's fourth trip back to Chongshan Pass to transport grain. Except for the first time when he was attacked by the Hu cavalry, the subsequent trips were relatively safe.

Although the Hu cavalry were still harassing the grain route, with the protection of the two camps on the left and right of the town flag, the Hu cavalry did not dare to attack the grain team as recklessly as before.

But the weather was getting hotter and hotter, and the soldiers and civilians who were transporting grain were becoming more and more tired.

The sun is high.

Yang Zhengshan rode on Hongyun's back, sweat pouring down his face uncontrollably.

There was one bad thing about the ancients, which was that their hair and bodies were given by their parents, and they couldn’t even cut their hair.

The long and thick hair pressed down on the top of the head, just like wearing a cotton hat, it was very hot and uncomfortable.

Moreover, Yang Zhengshan's beard is already three inches long. In the past, he was weak and had a sparse beard of only an inch. But since Yang Zhengshan started drinking the spiritual spring water, his hair and beard have grown very fast.

His gray hair and beard turned black and thick. Although this made him look a little younger, the troubles of long hair and beard also came along.

At this moment, he really wanted to shave his head to make himself cooler.

huh~~
Exhaling heavily, Yang Zhengshan looked listlessly at the sparkling river water.

I don’t know when this war will end.

The army has been besieging Fushan City for half a month, and has been attacking the city intensively every day, but they have not yet captured Fushan City.

In ancient times, attacking a city was extremely difficult, especially attacking a city with very high walls, which was extremely difficult.

It is no exaggeration to say that it was filled with human lives.

Just as he recalled the siege scene he saw at that time, his pupils suddenly shrank.

"Desheng, how long has it been since it rained?"

Zhao Desheng, who was following him, looked up at the clear sky and said weakly, "It seemed like it rained a little last month!"

Yang Zhengshan narrowed his eyes and looked at the surface of Songyuan River.

It did rain a little last month, but it didn't even wet the ground.

In other words, since they left the pass, there has not been a serious rain outside the pass.

How long have they been out?
It’s been almost a month and a half!

Normally, June and July should be the months with the most rain outside the Great Wall, but it has hardly rained in the past month and a half.

The water level of the Songyuan River has decreased a lot. The shallows on the river bank have all dried up. The river bottom, which was originally so deep that you can't see it, can now be seen.

Last year, there was no rain outside the Great Wall for several months, forcing the Hu people to enter the Great Wall to plunder.

This year!

Yang Zhengshan's face looked a little heavy.

If it is really as he thought, then this battle will not end so easily.

The war has already made it impossible for the Donghai Hu tribe to carry out normal production. If they face drought again, the Donghai Hu tribe will inevitably be driven to despair. Will the Donghai Hu tribe be afraid?

will not!

Once they were about to starve to death, they had only one option, which was to enter the pass and plunder.

Even if Fushan City was breached and the main force of the Donghai Hu tribe was destroyed, the remaining forces would still choose to enter the pass and plunder.

Natural disasters and man-made disasters will follow one after another.

I just don’t know whether it has rained inside the pass. If it doesn’t rain inside the pass, the disaster may be even greater.

Thinking of this, Yang Zhengshan felt a strong sense of uneasiness in his heart again.

Meow!

He seemed to know where his uneasiness came from!
Natural disaster!

A natural disaster more terrible than war.

He sat stiffly on the horse, staring blankly at the Songyuan River.

What if there is a severe drought in the interior?

What will be the result?
Yang Zhengshan is unpredictable and difficult to predict.

Think about the 800-li Tunbao in Chongshan Town and the people of Yangjia Village in Anning County.

Yang Zhengshan shuddered suddenly.

"No! No!"

“Even if there’s a severe drought for a year, they should be able to survive it!”

He murmured softly.

And just at this moment, a shrill scream was heard.

"Report~"

Yang Zhengshan looked up suddenly and saw Yang Qinwu riding a horse galloping towards him from the dry river beach in front.

A man and a horse, with dust flying everywhere, could not conceal the panic in his eyes.

Yang Qinwu is the youngest and the youngest of the ten Yang family members around Yang Zhengshan.

He is only fifteen years old this year and has to call Yang Zhengshan "great-grandfather".

However, Yang Zhengshan is very optimistic about this boy. Not only does he have a good talent in martial arts, but his brain is also extremely flexible.

Since they entered Linguan Fort, although Yang Qinwu was young, Yang Zhengshan still let him serve as a small flag officer, and he did a very good job.

Today, Yang Qinwu should be the kid acting as a scout in the front. Why is he running back in such a panic? Is there a Hu cavalry ahead?
Yang Zhengshan's heart couldn't help but tighten.

"what happened?"

"Sir, it's bad, the camp was attacked by the Hu cavalry!" Yang Qinwu said breathlessly.

"what?"

Yang Zhengshan's brain felt a little numb.

"The camp was attacked by the Hu cavalry, and now the camp is in chaos!" Yang Qinwu said again.

"How did you know?" Yang Zhengshan looked towards the north.

At this time, they were still nearly a hundred miles away from the main camp. Even if Yang Qinwu was exploring in front, he should not be able to detect the situation in the main camp.

"There are fleeing soldiers!" Yang Qinwu's slightly immature face was full of panic.

Yang Zhengshan took a deep breath and without thinking too much, he drove his horse forward.

After walking two or three miles forward, he indeed saw a group of soldiers, without armor or weapons, coming in panic.

(End of this chapter)