Chapter 66: The Rout

Zhou Lan did not stay at 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 also led the team to continue moving 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 clerk in the camp. At that time, they would report the statistics 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 all the war horses and armor were handed over to Zhao Yuan. There was no way, he could not take these spoils away.

Perhaps after the war, Zhou Lan could reward him with more silver and money when rewarding him according to his merits. After all, so many war horses were worth a lot.

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

This time, the order was not given by Zhou Lan, but by the main general camp.

Although there are now two camps of Zhenbiao to clear the Hu cavalry that harasses the grain road, the army lost too many baggage teams and too much grain and grass before, so the main general camp had to gather all the baggage teams 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 the team to Chongshan Pass again.

In the middle of July in the 23rd year of Chengping.

Yang Zhengshan led the team to the river beach where they resisted the attack of the Hu cavalry again.

The long grain team was like a long dragon, moving slowly along the river beach. The originally flat river beach was now pressed out by the ruts.

This was the fourth time Yang Zhengshan returned to Chongshan Pass to transport grain. Except for the first time he encountered the attack of the Hu cavalry, the subsequent times were relatively safe.

Although the Hu cavalry was still harassing the grain road, with the protection of the two camps of Zhenbiao, the Hu cavalry did not dare to attack the grain team as recklessly as before.

It's just that the weather is getting hotter and hotter, and the soldiers and civilians who transport grain are getting more and more tired.

The sun is high.

Yang Zhengshan rides on Hongyun's back, sweating uncontrollably.

The ancients had one bad thing, that is, their hair and skin are inherited from their parents, and they can't even get their hair cut.

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

And Yang Zhengshan's beard is already three inches long. In the past, his body was weak and his sparse beard was only an inch long, but since Yang Zhengshan started drinking spiritual spring water, his hair and beard have grown very fast.

The gray hair and beard became black and thick. Although this made him look younger, the troubles of long hair and beard also came with it.

At this time, he really wanted to have a big bald head to make himself cooler.

Huh~~

Exhaling a heavy breath of hot air, Yang Zhengshan looked at the sparkling river with a sullen look.

I don't know when this war will be over.

The army has been surrounding Fushan City for half a month, and they have been attacking the city every day, but they still haven't captured Fushan City.

It was too difficult to attack a city in ancient times, especially to attack a city with high walls.

It is not an exaggeration to say that it was filled with human lives.

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

"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 seems that there was a light rain last month!"

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

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

That is to say, since they left the pass, there has been no serious rain outside the pass.

How long have they been out of the pass?

Almost one and a half months!

It stands to reason that June and July should be the time when there is the most rain outside the pass, but it has hardly rained in the past month and a half.

The water in Songyuan River has decreased a lot. The shallows on the river bank have dried up. The river water, which was originally unknown in depth, can now be seen at the bottom of the river.

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

This year!

Yang Zhengshan's face was a little heavy.

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

The war has made it impossible for the Donghai Hu people to carry out normal production. If they face drought again, the Donghai Hu people will inevitably be forced into a desperate situation.

Will the Donghai Hu people be afraid?

No!

Once they are about to starve to death, they have only one choice, that is, to enter the pass to plunder.

Even if Fushan City is breached and the main force of the Donghai Hu people is eliminated, the remaining forces will still choose to enter the pass to plunder.

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

I just don't know if it rains 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!

Natural disasters more terrible than war.

He sat stiffly on the horse, staring at the Songyuan River with a dull look.

What if there is a severe drought in the interior?

What will be the result?

Yang Zhengshan could not predict it, and it was difficult to predict it.

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

Yang Zhengshan shuddered suddenly.

"Not that! Not that!"

"Even if there is a severe drought for a year, they should be able to survive it!"

He murmured in a low voice.

And at this moment, a shrill cry was heard.

"Report~"

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

One man and one horse, the dust flying, could not hide 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 his great grandfather.

However, Yang Zhengshan is very optimistic about this kid. This kid not only has a good talent in martial arts, but also has an extremely flexible mind.

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

Today, Yang Qinwu should be the scout in front. He ran back in such a panic. Is there a Hu cavalry in front?

Yang Zhengshan's heart tightened.

"What's wrong?"

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

"What?"

Yang Zhengshan's mind was 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 camp. Even if Yang Qinwu was investigating in front, he should not be able to find out the situation in the 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 two or three miles, he really saw a group of soldiers who had thrown away their helmets and armor and came in a panic.