Song Yuanqing rode on his horse, his brows tightly furrowed, silently pondering in his heart, "Has the Turkic army already retreated? Or, has the battle not yet begun?"
The doubt in his heart urged him to quicken his pace, leading the army hastily toward the direction of the camp.
The guards at the camp's entrance saw dust rising in the distance, and the flag prominently bore the character "Song," immediately understanding that the reinforcements from Xuzhou had arrived.
Several soldiers hurriedly moved the barricades at the camp's entrance to welcome the army into the camp.
The defending general of Yong'an City, Li Gang, who heard the commotion, also rushed out, his face filled with smiles, bowing with clasped hands from afar.
He shouted loudly, "General Song, you've come such a long way, you have worked hard! You have worked hard!"
Song Yuanqing dismounted his horse, with Zhao Zun and twenty of his trusted aides following closely behind, standing neatly behind him.
