Cao Han's eyes, like sharp swords, locked tightly onto Yang Zhengshan, the killing intent in his heart released without the slightest concealment.
The main camp had been attacked, tens of thousands of soldiers had been defeated and scattered, and no one knew when the Hu Cavalry would come chasing after them. Cao Han had no patience to stand here babbling with Yang Zhengshan.
If they had not fled in too much haste, without even carrying a bit of dry rations, he would not have paid the slightest attention to Yang Zhengshan's grain convoy.
Yang Zhengshan was Looking At him as well. Their gazes collided in midair, and the atmosphere around them immediately grew heavy, carrying more than a hint of drawn swords and bent bows.
"Bastards! The guard commander is willing to take you in—that's your good fortune! And you actually dare refuse!"
"Why haven't you put down your weapons? Stand aside obediently!"
Cao Han did not speak, but a fellow at his side—whether a personal guard or a household servant, no one knew—opened his mouth first.
A dog relying on its master's power; his tone and expression were arrogant to the extreme, and he did not put Yang Zhengshan and the others in his eyes at all.
Just as he had said, it was as if Cao Han's willingness to accept them was their blessing.
"Do you know who the guard commander is? The guard commander is the Second Master of the Qingyang Marquis Mansion, and Eunuch Zhang's grandson-in-law!"
"You lot dare be so disrespectful? You deserve a beating!"
That man was still clamoring.
Hearing This, Yang Mingzhi, Yang Mingwu, and the others could not help showing panic and worry on their faces.
The Qingyang Marquis—that was titled nobility!
Eunuch Zhang, also known as Zhang Yude, was the Garrison