Sima Zheng had sent two Crouching Dragon Guards. One was the familiar Wang Zhen; the other, a middle-aged man who actually called the shots, unexpectedly bore the surname Bai, but was a sealed gourd of a man. Together with Qin Bao and Zhang Xing, the four waited downstream on the Wo River and did not join the battle. Sure enough, after little more than an hour, the regular troops, who had already swept through the enemy like dry stalks and rotten wood, withdrew at their leisure and turned toward the Huan River.
Zhang Xing also met up with Hu Yan, Li Qingchen, and the others from his team and rank. Apparently, Sima Zheng had alerted them as well, and they had come to provide support.
It made sense. With Sima Zheng's background, office, reputation, and cultivation, so long as he grasped the crux of the matter and made meticulous arrangements, there really was no way for anything to go wrong. And if he could also listen to others, show a little humanitarian spirit, and refrain from seeking slaughter... he could practically rise to the ranks of those upright magistrates hailed as the clear sky.
This was also an important reason Zhang Xing had to admit that Great Wei might still be salvageable-there were, after all, still people like Sima Zheng and Bai Yousi.
In fact, if Bai Yousi had not come looking for him that night, Master Zhang San might really have gone up into the mountains and raised a bandit banner...
"Whose kill was this?"
Before evening, Zhang Xing and his companions leisurely turned toward the Huan River, intending to wait at Mount Ji for Bai Yousi and the main party... When they reached Mount Ji, where they had camped the night before, they saw a row of heads