Zhou Lan still looked as heroic and spirited as ever; even covered in blood and grime, the swift, thunderous martial air about her could not be hidden.
At that moment, Zhou Lan was carefully tending to her warhorse. To a cavalry soldier, a warhorse was undoubtedly the most important partner on the battlefield.
Zhou Lan's warhorse was one she had painstakingly raised for many years, and the bond between rider and horse ran very deep.
And recently, they had faced life and death together, fought desperately through mountains of corpses and seas of blood together, making an already deep bond burn even stronger.
Yang Mingzhi came up in front of Zhou Lan and cupped his fists in salute. "General!"
Zhou Lan was wiping the blood and grime from the horse's back. She turned her head and looked at Yang Mingzhi, then smiled. "I just received military orders from the main camp. The Marquis wants us to advance east and rendezvous with the East Route army. Make your preparations. Tomorrow at first light, we set out!"
Although they had just gone through a battle, Zhou Lan had no intention of stopping to rest and reorganize.
It was not that she did not care about the soldiers' hardship, but that the logistical supplies of the Jianning Guard could provide the soldiers with the best conditions.
Unlike Yang Zhengshan, who had previously abandoned logistics and sustained himself through battle, Zhou Lan's fighting had been somewhat aggressive, but she had never cast logistics aside. On the contrary, she had maintained the greatest possible logistical support the entire time.
Behind the eight thousand men of the Reinforcement Battalion followed more than ten thousand civilian laborers, and among those ten thousand-plus laborers were many soldiers and reserve soldiers from the guard stations.
The soldiers of the