Chapter 106: The Yan'an Guard

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Yan’an Prefecture, Jialing Mountain, South Gate besieged city.

Under the moonlight, the banner troops wearing iron helmets on the city gate struggled to turn the winch, the clanking of iron chains ringing out, and finally, with a heavy thud, everything returned to silence.

On the dry moat illuminated by torches, amidst the rolling dust stirred by the collapse of the drawbridge, a lone rider entered the city through the smoke and dust.

The garrison soldiers opening the gate greeted him, saying, “Young Master Liu, the general and Captain Ren are waiting for you at Fan Gong Well.”

“Understood.”

The figure in the dust was Liu Chengyun.

He dismounted from his donkey, lifted the scarf shielding him from the dust, waved away the dirt before him, and asked the guard, “Have you been waiting long?”

“Not long, not long.” The banner soldier spoke as he tiptoed behind Liu Chengyun to peer at the donkey cart. “Young Master Liu, what’s this behind you?”

“A few brothers were wounded and are recovering inside the besieged city. I also brought some soybean oil from the oil mill to help them regain strength.”

As he spoke, the guard was still pleased when Liu Chengyun pulled out pistachios from his bosom and stuffed them into his hand. “Ayu Hunzi, from the west, eat them slowly tonight.”

The guard smiled broadly, calling others to unload the goods and bring the wounded into the city, never forgetting to thank him. “Thank you, Young Master Liu, for not forgetting the old brothers of the Lion Battalion.”

Liu Chengyun waved his hand and stepped into the South Gate besieged city built against the mountain.

The commander guarding this city was Yang Yanchang.

At this moment, Yang Yanchang was no longer the desperate Captain trying to eke out a living as a thief but was the officially appointed commander of Yan’an’s South Gate garrison. Wearing brocade robes that swept the ground, he stood by the well, hands behind his back, gazing at the moon with imposing dignity.

But no one knew how bitter his heart truly was.

It all began on the day Liu Chengzong stormed the county jail.

Chaos reigned inside and outside the city; Commander Zhang Xiong led troops out of the city.

Yang Yanchang originally intended to use the confusion to lead the remaining garrison to loot the city’s treasury and grain stores, then escape to join Liu Guoneng as an outlaw.

He never imagined that Commander Wu and Zhang Xiong would both die at Liu Chengzong’s hands.

With his superior officers all dead, he had no reason to flee.

But if he did not flee, he was the last active officer of the Yan’an garrison.

Meanwhile, Liu Chengzu, Zhang Tianlin, and Wang Heshang led their troops galloping in all directions outside the city.

With only thirty-six banner soldiers left, the South Gate besieged city was the last stronghold of the official government that day.

The situation was dire. Even the greatest generals of old could not protect Yan’an Prefecture.

But Yang Yanchang could.

He packed thirty catties of silver into a small wooden box wrapped with red silk and personally delivered it to Liu Chengzu.

Captain Yang Yanchang, astride a fine horse, wielding an iron spear, charged through hundreds of bandits’ formations. His men were unmatched, and he seemed to enter a realm where no enemy existed. Crying out to drive away the bandits and protect the prefect, he single-handedly broke into Yan’an Prefecture city.

That afternoon, the bandits returned in full force. After a good meal, Captain Yang again spurred his horse out of the city, cutting through the enemy lines repeatedly, terrifying the bandits into scattering.

At dusk, the prefect’s office inspected more than thirty dead bandits on the battlefield where the fierce general had dashed. All were robust men’s faces, with various wounds mostly from blades and arrows.

But this was of little consequence—an emerging star of generals was beginning to rise over Yan’an Prefecture.

News reached Guyuan’s Sanbian Governor’s Office, and Governor Yang He was furious, summoning Yang Yanchang to Guyuan for a face-to-face meeting. He was deeply shocked by the corruption in the garrison, with petty opportunists occupying high positions and letting such a brave general serve only as a mere captain without an official rank.

No formal commission!

A humiliation! A great shame!

After reporting the merits, Yang was promoted three ranks and transferred to defend Hancheng against southern bandits.

He then ordered the garrisons at Xi’an, Tongguan, Qingyang, Fengxiang, and other places to select and train brave warriors, to remove incompetent officers, and to make room for capable men.

Later, after Yang Yanchang repeatedly petitioned, Governor Yang realized that Yan’an garrison lacked soldiers and officers to defend the fortress and was at risk of falling. Only then did he recommend him for the official post of garrison commander in Yan’an.

The governor also specially sent a letter to the prefect Zhang Nian, praising Yang Yanchang’s merit in frightening the bandits and safeguarding Yan’an, urging cooperation between civil and military officials to drive out the bandits.

Governor Yang’s favor, the praise from officials at all levels, even the daily storytelling scripts told by the teahouse storytellers at the city gate—all these words pierced Yang Yanchang’s heart like needles.

He was just a fabricated general, with no extraordinary bravery at all.

Could he do the work of a commander? Sooner or later, he would be exposed.

Yet in the endless torment, Yang Yanchang surprisingly found his work very simple.

He only needed to be a figurehead, doing nothing at all.

The work of the Yan’an garrison could no longer be described as a swift victory; it was as if the bamboo split itself against the blade.

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He needed to recruit soldiers, build armaments, and find ways to supply provisions.

But before the recruitment officer even set foot outside, hundreds of recruits arrived on their own, armed and carrying dried food.

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