After a serious meeting ended, Yang Zhengshan did not linger in Jia City and immediately hurried back to Anyuan City.
After returning to Anyuan City, Yang Zhengshan threw himself into preparations for the campaign.
In truth, there was not much left to prepare. Since before the New Year, the Garrison Commander's Office had already been making preparations, and by now almost everything that needed to be prepared was more or less ready. All that remained was the soldiers' intensive training.
However, spring plowing was about to begin this year. The campaign was important, but spring plowing could not be delayed either.
So what Yang Zhengshan needed to do was, without affecting the campaign, ensure as much as possible that the spring plowing could be completed smoothly.
Time passed day by day, and Yang Zhengshan bustled back and forth every day between Chengguan Fortress and the Tun Fortresses outside the city.
On one hand, he urged on the spring plowing matters; on the other, he trained together with the soldiers of the Garrison Battalion.
As they entered March, spring plowing was put on the agenda, and likewise, the time for the campaign was close at hand.
That day, Yang Zhengshan was inside Chengguan Fortress, inspecting the soldiers' training.
He looked at the fierce, imposing soldiers, and in his heart he was still very satisfied.
After nearly three years of training, the soldiers of the Garrison Battalion had all become elites among elites. The only thing they lacked was actual combat.
Once they were pulled onto the battlefield to see blood, they would become demons that made enemies lose heart at the mere sound of their approach.
Yang Zhengshan had great confidence in them, and they also had great confidence in Yang Zhengshan.
After the inspection, Yang Zhengshan returned to the main