After receiving Yang Zhengshan's orders, Yang Chengze and the others immediately began selecting people.
"Stand properly!"
"Don't move around!"
The scene grew somewhat chaotic for a time.
These new recruits were both frightened and panicked, with no idea what they were supposed to do.
Fortunately, Yang Chengze and the others had received training from Yang Zhengshan and did not lose their nerve.
Another quarter of an hour passed before a crooked, lopsided formation of one hundred soldiers finally appeared before Yang Zhengshan.
"My name is Yang Zhengshan. Starting today, I am your centurion!"
"Get a good look at my face. Don't mistake me for someone else in the future!"
With his hands behind his back, Yang Zhengshan walked through the ranks, his gaze sweeping over one sallow face after another.
"I'm giving you three tasks now!"
"First, eat your fill!"
"Second, clean yourselves up properly!"
"Third, clean every inch of Linguan Fortress until it's spotless. I don't want to live in a pigsty, while you've made this place even filthier than one!"
"Do you understand?"
"Understood!" Yang Chengze and the others shouted loudly.
However, everyone else lowered their heads, and not one of them made a sound.
"Are you all mute?"
Before Yang Zhengshan could speak, Yang Mingzhi had already opened his mouth to berate them.
"Do you understand?"
"Understood!"
"Louder! Do you understand?"
"Understood!"
With Yang Mingzhi's repeated roars, their voices gradually grew louder, but they were still uneven and utterly lacking in force.
Yang Zhengshan did not mind. He waved his hand and said, "Distribute grain. Three pecks per person!"
These soldiers had all been refugees before and possessed not a single penny in savings.
Moreover, Linguan Fortress had been abandoned for many years. Though it had undergone reconstruction, there was not the slightest bit of surplus grain