Zhou Lan did not linger on the riverbank for long. Once the clerk had recorded Yang Zhengshan's merit, she hurriedly led her men away.
After resting briefly at noon, Yang Zhengshan also led the convoy onward. It was not until the following morning that they found the army camp and delivered the grain and fodder to the Zhenbiao Left Battalion's camp.
After returning to camp, Yang Zhengshan first handed the grain and fodder over to Zhao Yuan, then turned in the Hu cavalrymen's heads to the clerks in the camp. When the time came, they would tally them and report them to the main general's headquarters; after the war ended, rewards would be given according to merit.
As for the spoils of war, Yang Zhengshan kept the silver for himself, while the warhorses, armor, weapons, and the like were all handed over to Zhao Yuan as well. He could not do anything about it—there was no way he could take those spoils of war with him.
Perhaps after the war ended, when rewards were handed out according to merit, Zhou Lan would grant him a bit more silver. After all, that many warhorses were worth no small sum.
After taking care of everything, Yang Zhengshan had wanted to rest properly for two days, but to his surprise, early the next morning he once again received orders to return to Chongshan Pass to transport grain.
This time, the order had not come from Zhou Lan, but from the main general's headquarters.
Although the Zhenbiao Left and Right Battalions were now clearing out the Hu cavalry harassing the grain route, the army had previously lost too many baggage trains and too much grain and fodder. The main general's headquarters had no choice but to gather all the baggage trains from every battalion