"What happened?" Yang Zhengshan stepped forward and barked the question.
When those soldiers suddenly saw Yang Zhengshan, every one of them was scared stiff.
At this moment, Yang Zhengshan was wearing a suit of cloth-faced armor. Though it could not compare to Zhou Lan's Gold-Lacquer Mountain Pattern Armor, he had come on horseback, with over ten cavalrymen following behind him. At a glance, he was clearly an officer.
"M-my lord—we're not deserters!" one soldier said, trembling.
"What happened in the main camp?" Yang Zhengshan asked again in a deep voice.
He did not care whether these men were deserters or not. He only wanted to know what had happened in the main camp.
"We—we don't know either. All of a sudden, a lot of Hu Cavalry rushed into the main camp, and then—and then we just..."
Though the soldier did not explain clearly, Yang Zhengshan could guess the general picture.
The main camp had suffered a sneak attack. Caught off guard, the camp had fallen into chaos, and then these soldiers had run.
When an army was defeated, it collapsed like a mountain!
For this past Half a Month, the army had attacked the city without success, and with military rations running short on top of that, the Soldiers' morale had already sunk to rock bottom.
The entire main camp had been like a taut string, the atmosphere tense and heavy. Now that string had been cut, and so everything had completely collapsed.
But Yang Zhengshan still found it somewhat hard to believe.
He did not know what decision the army's higher-ups had made, nor what considerations they had, but he knew that the army under Zhang Shouwang was made up of Chongshan Town's elites. With the Zhenbiao Five Battalions there, they should not have been defeated this quickly.
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