"Master, Master, we found them!"
Yang Mingzhen returned to the garrison camp, unable to conceal the excitement on his face.
Yang Zhenshan, who was looking at the map in his tent, raised his eyebrows upon hearing the voice and said to Han Cheng beside him, "It looks like we don't have to keep staying here sleeping!"
They had been out of the territory for eight days, and besides marching during the first four days, they had been resting here for the latter four.
It wasn't that Yang Zhenshan wanted to rest, but that they couldn't find their target.
Initially, the soldiers set out full of passion and morale, but after setting out, they stayed idle in the camp. To be honest, Yang Zhenshan felt quite helpless these days.
Yang Mingzhen hurried into the tent, "Master, we've found traces of Northern barbarian cavalry twenty li to the northwest, with more than ten of them active in that area!"
"Oh!" Yang Zhenshan's eyes lit up, "Do we have any specific details?"
