"Mingzhi!"
Yang Zhengshan summoned Yang Mingzhi again.
"Take these grain carts to the Zhenbiao Left Battalion's camp in a bit, and ask around while you're there to see whether Zhao Yuan has returned!"
The Zhenbiao Left Battalion's camp was just south of Linguan Fortress, only a dozen or so li away. Since he did not plan to keep all these oxen, mules, and supplies, then naturally, the sooner he sent them away, the better.
However, there probably were not many soldiers in the Zhenbiao Left Battalion's camp right now. Although Zhou Lan had returned, the Zhenbiao Left Battalion had not yet gone back to camp. They still had to receive Zhang Shouwang and block the pursuing Hu Cavalry.
He had no idea what the situation beyond the pass was, and Yang Zhengshan was still somewhat worried.
Although this battle had already been lost, he hoped the Zhenbiao Five Battalions would not suffer too great a loss.
As long as the losses of the Zhenbiao Five Battalions were not severe, then the main force of Chongshan Town could be considered still intact, and the East Sea Hu Tribe would not be able to act too arrogantly.
But once the Zhenbiao Five Battalions suffered heavy losses, then the entire Chongshan Town would be in danger next.
Under Yang Zhengshan's arrangements, before noon had even arrived, the packed-full Training Ground had been cleared clean.
However, Zhao Yuan still had not returned. Zhao Desheng had already led men out of the pass to ask after Zhao Yuan's whereabouts, but the situation beyond the pass was extremely chaotic at this moment. Defeated remnants were fleeing in all directions, Hu Cavalry were pursuing without pause, and soldiers were blocking the Hu Cavalry. Trying to find Zhao Yuan under such circumstances was no different from fishing for