Clan Rise: Starting as a Grandfather

Chapter 252: Chapter 343: Cherishing talent is a virtue, recommending talent is an achievement.

At this point, there were no enemies left within the territory of the Kolcha Clan, only a ground covered with corpses. However, the soldiers were severely exhausted, and could only withdraw from the battlefield for rest and medical treatment.

The garrison suffered significant losses, but compared to the Rescue Camp, the casualties of the garrison were almost negligible.

Over half of the three thousand cavalry in the Rescue Camp were casualties, and over a thousand of the three thousand infantry as well.

This battle can truly be described as fierce.

By the time Yang Zhenshan arrived at the temporary stronghold near the flag site, both the soldiers of the garrison and the Rescue Camp cast respectful glances at him.

”Master Yang!” Zhang Chengzhi saw Yang Zhenshan approaching and hurriedly stepped forward to ask.

”How are your injuries, Mr. Zhang?” Yang Zhenshan looked at Zhang Chengzhi’s bandaged chest and asked with concern.

”It’s just a superficial wound, nothing serious!” Zhang Chengzhi replied.

Yang Zhenshan nodded slightly, his gaze sweeping over the surroundings, then said: ”I’ll leave this place to you, Mr. Zhang. Our garrison will take care of the surrounding vigilance!”

”Alright, rest assured Master Yang, I will arrange everything well!” Zhang Chengzhi naturally had no objections.

Actually, in terms of official rank, Yang Zhenshan and Zhang Chengzhi were on the same level; Yang Zhenshan was the Deputy Magistrate of the Songzhou Guard, and Zhang Chengzhi was the Deputy Magistrate of the Songzhou Front Guard.

Besides Zhang Chengzhi, there was another camp officer in the Rescue Camp, the Deputy Magistrate of the Songzhou Rear Guard, but this officer had already died in battle.

There was also Zhang Yuanwu, who was the Commander under the Songzhou Guard, a subordinate of Yang Zhenshan.

Since Wang Bin was unable to take charge, it was up to Yang Zhenshan and Zhang Chengzhi to be in charge here. However, since Yang Zhenshan wasn’t part of the Rescue Camp, it was not appropriate for him to meddle in the affairs of the Rescue Camp.

With Zhang Chengzhi present, that was enough; he just needed to assist from the side.

After a brief arrangement, Yang Zhenshan took on the task of vigilance with the unharmed soldiers.

Wang Bin slept for a whole day and night, and only woke up the next morning.

”Cough cough, I’m getting old, and feeling a bit weak!”

In the tent, Wang Bin sat on the bed and spoke somewhat bitterly.

He was already forty-six years old this year. Although not very old, his bodily functions had begun to decline.

If he had been three or four years younger, he could have held on a bit longer against Duobato.

Standing by his side, Yang Zhenshan smiled, handed him the tea, and said, ”Regardless, we have achieved a great victory in this battle!”

This was true; despite their heavy losses, they had truly won a great victory.

Defeating the Kolcha Clan, just this alone was enough to make a special note in the record of military achievements for both Wang Bin and Yang Zhenshan.

Hearing this, Wang Bin broke into a grin, ”Hahaha, exactly, Wang San, help me up, I want to write the battle report myself!”

He was eager to report their achievements to Chongshan Town.

Seeing him like this, Yang Zhenshan couldn’t help but smile wryly.

Wang San carefully helped Wang Bin up; the pain from his wounds made Wang Bin grimace.

Nevertheless, he insisted on sitting up at the desk and wrote a victory report with a head full of sweat.

After sending out the victory report, Yang Zhenshan and Zhang Chengzhi started cleaning up the battlefield with their soldiers.

Collecting severed heads, gathering spoils of war.

Although nearly half of the Kolcha Clan’s territory was burned, the spoils they collected still astonished Yang Zhenshan.

How much wealth could a large clan possess?

Yang Zhenshan did not have a clear understanding of this before, but now he knew.

Ten thousand taels of gold, one hundred thousand taels of silver, and thousands of various kinds of gold and silver jewelry.

Tens of thousands of cattle and sheep, war horses—well, not many, only less than two thousand, mainly because many had died or been wounded in the battle.

And countless other miscellaneous items.

”What a pity, so much was burned!”

Looking at the piles of gold and silver, Wang Bin couldn’t help but feel regretful.

Gold and silver couldn’t be burned, but furs and medicinal materials could be.