"My lord, we found it!"
Late at night, Yang Mingzhen hurried into Yang Zhengshan's tent and spoke with a rather excited expression.
Yang Zhengshan was bent over his desk writing a battle report, and answered with a casual sound.
The Garrison Battalion's departure beyond the pass did not mean those above would simply let them roam free. He had to send a battle report to Jia City every five days, reporting his current position, the actions he had taken, and the results he had achieved.
Although those above had not imposed any mandatory mission requirements, the Assistant General's Shogunate still needed to know their route of action.
And if they achieved results, they also needed the Assistant General's Shogunate to verify their military merits.
It could not be that however many heads you said you had taken was simply how many you had taken.
Today, the Anyuan City Garrison Battalion had gained its first battle results, and they were no small results at that—over eight hundred beheaded. This was already a considerable merit, so Yang Zhengshan naturally had to report it properly and claim the credit.
Seeing Yang Zhengshan's flat reaction, Yang Mingzhen could not help speaking up again: "My lord, we found the Hu bandits' tribe! Should we launch an attack now?"
Hearing this, Yang Zhengshan raised his head and glared at him. "Can't you be a little more steady?"
"Have you even looked at what time it is now?"
"Uh!" Yang Mingzhen shivered under his glare and gave an embarrassed laugh. "But what if they run? We can totally launch a night raid!"
Yang Zhengshan was somewhat speechless. This kid usually looked quite sharp—how had he become so unreliable once he got onto the battlefield?
"The soldiers just fought a battle. They need rest now!"
"And that is