Zhang Chengzhi rose to his feet, cupped his fists, and said, "This subordinate will never fail the general's expectations!"
Yang Zhengshan slightly nodded, then looked at Zhang Yuanwu and the others. "Do your utmost to assist Official Zhang. Once this battle is over, this old man will be sure to request merit for all of you!"
"Yes, sir!"
Zhang Yuanwu and the others showed joy on their faces and cupped their fists in reply.
What they feared most was punishment from the court. After all, they had previously sought refuge under Liu Zeqing's command. Even if they had only done so to endure humiliation and preserve themselves, or to play along on the surface, they had indeed not resisted Liu Zeqing at the first time.
Now that Yang Zhengshan said he would request merit for them, it was as good as setting the tone for the matter. They were not at fault; instead, they had merit. That let them finally set their hearts completely at ease.
After Yang Zhengshan had reassured the officials of Songzhou Guard, he began arranging the other matters.
Leading tens of thousands of troops into war was no easy thing.
In the past, he had only led several hundred or a thousand soldiers, so there had not been too many things to consider. But now he had forty thousand troops under him, and the food, drink, and daily needs of so many men all had to be personally looked into by him.
Once everything had been properly arranged, Yang Zhengshan wrote a battle report and had someone send it to Pang Tang.
Inside Qinghua Prefecture.
Pang Tang received Yang Zhengshan's battle report and felt faintly surprised in his heart.
He knew Yang Zhengshan had only arrived at Songzhou City not long ago, and had not expected