Chapter 68: You Can’t Just Touch Anything in the Left Vanguard!
Cao Han’s gaze was as sharp as a sword, staring fixedly at Yang Zhengshan, his murderous intent unmasked.
The large camp had been attacked, and tens of thousands of soldiers had been defeated and scattered. The Hu cavalry could appear at any moment, and Cao Han didn’t have the time to waste on idle chatter with Yang Zhengshan.
If they hadn’t escaped in such a hurry, not even bringing a single grain of food, he wouldn’t have bothered with Yang Zhengshan’s grain team.
Yang Zhengshan was also looking at him, their gazes clashing in mid-air. The atmosphere around them instantly became heavy, like the feeling of swords drawn and bows stretched.
“You scoundrels, General Zhang is willing to accept you, it’s an honor for you! You’re actually daring to refuse!”
“And you’re not putting down your weapons, standing aside obediently!”
Cao Han didn’t speak, but one of the guards or personal attendants beside him opened his mouth first.
Barking like a dog, his tone was extremely arrogant, not putting Yang Zhengshan and the others in his eyes at all.
As he spoke, it was as if Cao Han was doing them a favor by accepting them.
“Do you know who General Zhang is? General Zhang is the second uncle of the Jing’an Prefecture, the son-in-law of the marquis of the Ning Country Duke’s Manor!”
“You’re not even showing respect, you should be beaten!”
The person continued to shout.
Yang Mingzhi, Yang Mingwu, and others heard this and couldn’t help but reveal shock and worry on their faces.
Jing’an Prefecture, that was a noble title!
And Zhang Gonggong, the marquis of the Ning Country Duke’s Manor, was the garrison commander of the Heavy Mountain Fortress.
In their eyes, this background was extremely respectable.
Although they had followed Yang Zhengshan into the army for several months, in reality, they were still ordinary commoners at heart.
Some concepts couldn’t be changed in a short time.
Everyone’s gaze fell on Yang Zhengshan.
And Yang Zhengshan was still looking at Cao Han.
What about the Jing’an Prefecture’s Jing’an Prefect? Yang Zhengshan didn’t put it in his heart.
Although he didn’t understand the Jing’an Prefecture, in front of the Ning Country Duke’s Manor, the Jing’an Prefecture couldn’t be compared.
However, the garrison commander Zhang Gonggong was someone he couldn’t ignore.
A county magistrate was not as good as a current manager.
The Jing’an Prefecture Duke’s Manor wasn’t in the Heavy Mountain Fortress, but the garrison commander Zhang Gonggong in the Heavy Mountain Fortress was extremely powerful.
But the conversation went back to this, if the sky fell, there would be someone to hold it up.
We also weren’t people without a strong backing, and there was no need to be afraid.
“Heh!”
Yang Zhengshan gave a cold shout, and suddenly had a short gun in his hand. With a swoosh, the cold light shot straight at the shouting person.
The speed of the short gun was extremely fast, and the person was still shouting, but the cold light had already arrived in front of him.
“How dare you!”
Cao Han’s reaction was also extremely fast. In the instant Yang Zhengshan made his move, he drew his scimitar from his waist and blocked the short gun.
Clang!
The three-foot-long scimitar knocked the short gun aside.
The shouting person finally realized he had almost lost his life, and his face turned deathly pale.
Yang Zhengshan naturally wouldn’t care about the shouting person. He stood the gold-plated flying fish gun upright, and once again drew two short guns from behind, gazing steadily at Cao Han.
“The things in the Left Vanguard aren’t something anyone can touch!”
Now he was a person of the Left Vanguard, and everything behind him belonged to the Left Vanguard.
No matter what Cao Han wanted to do, it would be equivalent to touching the things of the Left Vanguard.
Although he was just a small logistics officer in the Left Vanguard, he had the support of the Left Vanguard behind him, and the support of General Zhou Lan, who came from the Ning Country Duke’s Manor.
In short, Yang Zhengshan was flaunting his backing.
First, he would lift up the Left Vanguard.
Cao Han’s face turned as cold as frost, gazing at Yang Zhengshan. He really didn’t expect Yang Zhengshan to be so tough.
He originally thought that even if Yang Zhengshan was unwilling, once he knew his identity and background, he would obediently follow his orders.
At that time, no matter whether it was food or war horses, he could take whatever he wanted from the grain team.
But now Yang Zhengshan was rejecting him so resolutely, and it was no longer a question of what he wanted, but a matter of face.
If he retreated now, when he returned to the Heavy Mountain Fortress, he would become the laughing stock of many people.
He, Cao Han, the second uncle of the Jing’an Prefecture, couldn’t even handle a small logistics officer. What face would he have left?
No, Cao Han was angry about this right now.
If Yang Zhengshan knew he was still worrying about face, he would definitely scold him for being brain-dead.
What era was this? Still worrying about face?
The Heavy Mountain Fortress had already been defeated, and the Heavy Mountain Fortress would soon welcome a violent storm.
First, they shouldn’t think about whether they could still fight or not. They should think about how to deal with the situation after returning to the Heavy Mountain Fortress.
“Since that’s the case, then don’t blame me for executing military law!” Cao Han lifted his scimitar, pointing at Yang Zhengshan.
Yang Zhengshan’s heart tightened, and this brainless guy actually wanted to take action.
He was really worried.
The Hu cavalry could arrive at any moment, and if they really started fighting, wouldn’t it be letting the Hu cavalry take advantage?
At this time, Yang Zhengshan’s heart was also filled with anger.
Against the Hu cavalry, each and every one of them was timid and didn’t dare to move.
But when dealing with their own people, they were extremely arrogant and domineering.
No wonder the Heavy Mountain Fortress had been defeated so quickly. If the officials of the Heavy Mountain Fortress were all like this, it wouldn’t be strange if they didn’t lose.
Just as Yang Zhengshan was preparing for battle, the sound of galloping horses came from behind, like the rumble of thunder.
“General, General Zhou has arrived!”
“General Zhou has arrived!”
The people behind him exclaimed in unison.
Yang Zhengshan heard this and also let out a sigh of relief. He turned his gaze back, and in the dust storm, he saw the flag of the Left Vanguard fluttering.
And Cao Han’s face turned unpleasant.
Zhou Lan!
That was someone he couldn’t provoke.
As a fellow noble, he knew more about the Ning Country Duke’s Manor’s power and Zhou Lan’s position in the Ning Country Duke’s Manor.
Zhou Lan was a woman with a reputation for being able to tame her husband. Although she was a woman, she was the apple of the old country lord’s eye.
From a young age, she had been pampered and doted on, and it wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say she held all the favors in her hands.
The flags fluttered, and in an instant, Zhou Lan arrived, leading nearly a thousand cavalrymen.
With a cold snort, she stopped her horse outside the grain team.
A pair of clear and bright eyes scanned the area, finally falling on Cao Han.
“What are you doing here, Cao Er?”
As soon as these words came out, Cao Han was like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, and he angrily roared, “Zhou Lan, I’ve told you many times, don’t call me by my childhood name!”
In ancient times, infant mortality rates were extremely high, and many people would superstitiously believe that a humble name was better for survival.
It wasn’t just ordinary people; even noble families wouldn’t be an exception.
Presently, the Jing’an Prefecture’s childhood name was Da Tou, and Cao Er naturally was Er Tou.
“Get lost! You’re being a nuisance here!” Zhou Lan didn’t care about Cao Han’s anger and spoke disdainfully.
“You!”
Cao Han was furious, pointing his scimitar at Zhou Lan.
He was only angry, and didn’t really want to do anything to Zhou Lan. However, his action of drawing his scimitar was seen by others as a challenge to Zhou Lan.
With a swoosh, Zhou Lan’s cavalrymen took out their bows and arrows, aiming them at Cao Han.
Under the scorching sun, the arrowheads glinted, their radiance flashing like a river’s surface.
Cao Han was instantly intimidated.
Silently, he put away his scimitar and quickly left on his horse.
Damn it! With over a hundred bows and arrows aimed at him, he didn’t dare say a word.
That radiance of the arrowheads had completely extinguished the flames of his anger.
(End of chapter)
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