Chapter 67: A Defeated Army Collapses Like a Toppling Mountain

"What happened?" Yang Zhenshan stepped forward and demanded.

Those soldiers were suddenly frightened upon seeing Yang Zhenshan.

At that moment, Yang Zhenshan was clad in cloth armor; although it wasn't as splendid as Zhou Lan's gold lacquered armor with embossed patterns, his arrival on horseback accompanied by more than a dozen cavalrymen made it clear he was an official.

"Your Excellency~ We are not deserters!" a soldier stammered.

"What has happened to the main camp?" Yang Zhenshan asked again with a stern voice.

He didn't care if these were deserters or not; he simply wanted to know what had occurred in the main camp.

"We—we're not sure, suddenly many Northern cavalry charged into the main camp, and then we just..."

Although the soldier didn't make it clear, Yang Zhenshan could guess the gist of it.

The main camp had suffered a surprise attack and, caught off guard, descended into chaos, which had led these soldiers to flee.

Defeat was like a collapsing mountain!