After a brief rest, the army launched another raid that very afternoon.
Another charge of over a hundred li, another night assault.
Thousands of cavalry became a storm, sweeping one after another across the banner lands of the Ombu Clan, Chahar Clan, and Duosuo'er Clan.
In just four short days, they had turned the banner lands of four large tribes into ruins.
But at the same time, news of their attacks on the various banner lands spread.
Settlements big and small fell into panic, becoming so jumpy that every sigh of the wind sounded like a crane's cry and every blade of grass like an enemy soldier.
As fear spread, what it brought with it was strengthened defenses.
Whether these settlements were prepared or not made a still very great difference to Yang Zhengshan and the others.
With no defenses, their attacks were unexpected. Once there were defenses, their attacks became forced assaults.
Though even this could not stop them, it would slow the efficiency and speed of their sweep.
So after wiping out the Duosuo'er Clan's tribal land, Yang Zhengshan and the others slowed their pace of attack and began advancing steadily, step by step.
"Next, we also have to guard against Fushan City. Once word reaches Fushan City, Fushan City will definitely send troops to pursue us!"
While resting, Zhou Lan, Wang Bin, and Yang Zhengshan gathered together to discuss matters.
"I'll arrange scouts to keep watch over Fushan City," Zhou Lan said.
Yang Zhengshan thought about it and slightly nodded. "Let's first see how many troops they send. If it's few, then we'll fight them head-on. If it's many, then we can only run!"
After several raids, they had also lost quite a few soldiers. At present, they had only a little over five thousand men left.