Night gave way to dawn.
That night, the entire Yang Family Village was steeped in grief.
Even the atmosphere in Yang Zhengshan's home was particularly heavy.
Although everyone in the Yang Family had come through the battle safely, so many people in the village had been killed or wounded that no one could feel at ease.
The night passed without incident. The next morning.
Yang Mingzhi went early in the morning to relieve Yang Minghui on patrol.
Though they had just been through a battle, Yang Family Village's guard duties had not slackened. The necessary vigilance and patrols could not be neglected.
Fortunately, Yang Zhengshan no longer needed to personally worry over such matters. Yang Mingcheng, Yang Mingzhi, and Yang Mingwu would discuss them and handle everything properly.
After breakfast, just as Yang Zhengshan was preparing to check on the wounded, Yang Mingzhi hurried back.
"Father, that general from yesterday wants to see you!"
"What does he want?" Yang Zhengshan asked with a frown.
Last night, he had not allowed those Border Army soldiers into the village. He had merely sent them some hot water and food.
His attitude toward the Border Army was somewhat better than toward the Hu Tribe, but that did not mean he had let down his guard.
Do not assume Da Rong's troops were their own people. In truth, many commoners had died beneath the slaughtering blades of Da Rong's own armies. Some soldier-bandits were even more terrifying than mountain bandits and Hu Cavalry.
"I don't know. He's waiting behind the village!" Yang Mingzhi said.
Yang Zhengshan considered it, then headed toward the rear of the village.
When he arrived, he saw Zhou Lan directing more than a dozen soldiers as they carried over a great many things.
"This commoner greets General Zhou!" Yang Zhengshan