Just as Yang Zhengshan was sleeping like a log, the Regional Commander's Mansion received the latest battle report from Jia City.
However, the one holding the fort in the Regional Commander's Mansion at the moment was not Liang Chu, but Lu Chongde.
Liang Chu had already led the army out on campaign, and Lu Chongde had taken overall charge of Chongshan Town's military affairs.
"My lord, a battle report from Jia City!"
In the study, a clerk placed a document on the desk in front of Lu Chongde. Lu Chongde merely nodded and did not immediately examine the battle report.
Only after he finished handling the official business at hand did he pick up the battle report and begin reading.
With just one sweep of his eyes, his brows furrowed slightly.
Jia City had sent almost one battle report every day these past few days, and most of the contents of those reports came from Yang Zhengshan, the garrison commander of Anyuan City.
The general contents were that on such-and-such a day or night, Yang Zhengshan had led the Garrison Battalion to raid a certain tribe, killed so many enemies, taken so many heads, seized so much, and so on.
If it had only been once or twice, Lu Chongde naturally would not have found it strange. But for seven days in a row, one report every day—this made him feel that something was rather odd.
If one said he did not believe it, he also felt Yang Zhengshan should not be so reckless as to make things up.
Although he had never met Yang Zhengshan, he had heard plenty about him—for instance, the marriage alliance between the Yang Family and the Marquis Mansion. How could he possibly not know about that?
There was also, for example, how Yang Zhengshan