Family Rise: Beginning with Grandfather

Yang Zhengshan didn't know what was going on in the general's camp. At this time, he was worried about the food and grass for Zhenbiao Zuoying.

The army went out for food and grass first, but this time the expedition to Chongshan Town was too hasty, and both the governor's Yamen and the Dusi Yamen were poorly prepared.

This time, Zhenbiao Zuoying went on an expedition and only brought a month's worth of food and grass. It was not that he and Zhao Yuan did not want to bring more, but Dusi Yamen had given them so much food and grass.

Now they have left Chongshan Pass for more than half a month, which means that they only have enough food and grass left for more than ten days.

"Master Zhao, we have to return to Guancheng to transport food as soon as possible!"

In the camp of Zhenbiao Zuoying, Yang Zhengshan and Zhao Yuan walked side by side around the granary, checking the remaining grain and grass.

Zhao Yuan's face was a little pale, and his brows were filled with an unconcealable look of exhaustion.

The affairs in the military are complicated, and the logistics affairs are even more complicated, chaotic and numerous. Their baggage team is not only responsible for transporting grain and grass, but also responsible for transporting various equipment.

If it is a field battle, they are also responsible for the maintenance and replacement of the soldiers' weapons and armor. If they were to siege a city, they would have to do complex logging, quarrying, manufacturing siege equipment, etc.

Since the expedition, Zhao Yuan has not had a good night's sleep. He has been busy all day long and is unable to do anything at all.

Similarly, Yang Zhengshan is not idle either. He is even responsible for more things than Zhao Yuan. Even though Zhao Yuan has been in the army for four years, he is inferior to Yang Zhengshan in many things.

Zhao Yuan rubbed his brows and said helplessly: "I can only rely on Brother Zhengshan to transport food. I'm afraid I can't do without the military camp!"

"Your Majesty understands, just leave this matter to your Majesty!" Yang Zhengshan naturally understood that Zhao Yuan could not go back.

"Victory!"

Zhao Yuan didn't waste any time and directly called his capable subordinates over.

"Sir! You are looking for me!"

Soon, a young man in his twenties with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks ran over.

"You lead two teams and five hundred civilians, and follow Yang Baihu back to Guancheng to transport the granaries!" Zhao Yuan said weakly.

"Young man, I obey!" Zhao Desheng glanced at Yang Zhengshan and quickly agreed.

With Zhao Yuan's order, Yang Zhengshan did not stay any longer and left the military camp with his soldiers and civilians on the same day.

But after leaving the military camp, Yang Zhengshan always had an uneasy feeling in his heart, as if something big was about to happen.

He rode on horseback and accompanied a group of civilians, looking back at the banner hunting camp from a distance, frowning.

The uneasiness in his heart was very strong, but he didn't know where it came from.

Is it the military camp or themselves?

"Dad! What are you looking at?"

Yang Mingzhi rode over and asked softly.

"Nothing?" Yang Zhengshan shook his head and drove his horse forward.

The team moved forward, with the civilian husband in the middle driving the cart, the soldiers surrounding it to escort, and Yang Mingwu and others on horseback acting as scouts.

"Dad, do you think we can win?" Yang Mingzhi followed Yang Zhengshan and asked in a low voice.

It was the first time to go on an expedition with the army, and everyone was very nervous.

Yang Zhengshan held the reins, glanced at him, and said calmly: "If you encounter an enemy, stay with me and never leave!"

He didn't say words of encouragement because he didn't know whether he could win this battle.

Rather than giving Yang Mingzhi some unrealistic expectations, it is better to let Yang Mingzhi try to save his life.

In fact, for them, if they can save their lives on the battlefield, they have already won. As for whether they can win this war, it is not a question that little people like them should consider.

"Will we encounter enemies?" Yang Mingzhi was shaken and looked around cautiously.

The undulating hills connect to the gray sky. At a glance, they are all green, and not a single person can be seen.

"I don't know. Anyway, be careful and go tell Mingwu and the others!" Yang Zhengshan ordered seriously.

"good!"

Yang Mingzhi responded and quickly drove his horse to find Yang Mingwu and others.

The team moved forward, but Yang Zhengshan's worries seemed to be unnecessary. Until they arrived at Chongshan Pass, they did not encounter any enemies.

But even after Yang Zhengshan entered Chongshan Pass, the uneasiness in his heart still did not go away.

When Yang Zhengshan returned to Chongshanguan, the East Road army set out again, leaving Heiyun Mountain and heading towards Fushan City.

When Yang Zhengshan left Chongshanguan with food and grass, the army from the east route had already arrived at the gate of Fushan City.

At the same time, Yang Zhengshan also received news that Zhenbiao Zuoying had gone to Fushan City.

There was no other way, Yang Zhengshan could only follow the instructions and take the food and grass towards Fushan City.

The road to Fushan City from Chongshanguan is different from that to Heiyun Mountain. To go to Heiyun Mountain, you only need to go all the way north, while to go to Fushan City, it is best to bypass the rolling hills and go north along the Songyuan River from the east.

Although this requires a detour, the road will be relatively smooth and the speed will be faster.

Of course, the army's food route was not something Yang Zhengshan could decide on his own. Which route to take was arranged by the subordinate officers under the general's command.

Because the rear army still needs to be escorted along the way, Yang Zhengshan and the others are just a baggage team, and the task of protecting the grain road is the responsibility of the Zhenbiao rear battalion.

Although the road became much smoother after changing the grain route, transporting grain and grass was still a hard job. Both the cattle, mules and civilian laborers seemed very tired after traveling for several days.

At noon that day, the sun was shining brightly, and Yang Zhengshan asked the team to stop on a river beach to rest.

In fact, Yang Zhengshan treated the civilian husbands well. At least he would not let the soldiers beat them with whips, and he would not let them have enough to eat.

During the break, the civilian husbands took out dry food and started eating, and the soldiers also gathered together in twos and threes to eat cool multi-grain pancakes.

"Sir, according to the distance, we should be able to catch up with the army tomorrow!" Zhao Desheng sat next to Yang Zhengshan and said while eating pancakes.

Even though Zhao Desheng had a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks, after getting along with him, Yang Zhengshan knew that he was an honest person.

Although Zhao Desheng is a flag officer under Zhao Yuan, he is actually Zhao Yuan's slave. He has been with Zhao Yuan since he was a child and is considered the person Zhao Yuan trusts most.

This time Zhao Yuan asked him to transport grain with Yang Zhengshan because he also wanted him to take care of Yang Zhengshan.

Although Yang Zhengshan far surpassed Zhao Desheng in terms of ability and strength, Zhao Desheng far surpassed Yang Zhengshan in his understanding of Chongshan Pass.

This time we were able to receive food and grass from the Ministry of Household Affairs so quickly because of Zhao Desheng's management.

Yang Zhengshan handed Zhao Desheng a piece of dried meat and said, "Eat more, you will be responsible for taking care of these civilians later!"

Zhao Desheng took the dried meat and looked at Yang Zhengshan in surprise, "Sir, are you worried about meeting enemies?"

"Yes!" Yang Zhengshan nodded calmly, "The closer we get to Fushan City, the more careful we must be!"

"Didn't you say that the army has surrounded Fushan City?" Zhao Desheng asked.

Yang Zhengshan took a gulp of cold water, with unconcealable worry on his brows.

The closer he got to Fushan City, the more uneasy he felt.

This feeling was very strange, as if it was a warning that kept reminding him.

Sixth sense!

It has always been unfounded, but no one can deny its existence.

Especially since Yang Zhengshan has been drinking Lingquan water for nearly a year, and his five senses have been strengthened, has this sixth sense also been strengthened?

Yang Zhengshan didn't know whether this uneasiness was accurate, but this did not prevent him from treating it with caution.

"Probably not!" Zhao Desheng showed an anxious look.

Speaking of which, he was only in his early twenties, about the same age as Yang Mingwu. He was still a young man and it was his first time on the battlefield. He was full of fear and anxiety when facing a bloody battle.

However, as soon as Zhao Desheng finished speaking, several rapid sounds of horse hooves came from the west.