Yang Zhengshan saw that the moment was about right and shouted passionately again, "When facing enemies who invade us, there is only one thing we can do: kill!"
"Use our spears to carve out a path to survival for our parents, wives, and children!"
With one kick, he sent the iron spear standing beside him into the air. Pointing it at the young men below, he roared, "Kill!"
"Kill! Kill! Kill!"
The bloodshot-eyed young men raised their spears and let out hoarse, furious roars.
They were afraid, and they were enraged—afraid of the sight of their parents, wives, and children being slaughtered, enraged by the enemy's invasion.
Their howls echoed through the icy cold wind, lingering without end.
The villagers around them clenched their fists as well, their eyes slightly reddened as they watched the scene.
Yang Zhengxiang stood amid the crowd, silently watching, a different sort of emotion flickering in his eyes.
"Zhengshan has the makings of a general!"
Above them, Yang Zhengshan listened to the impassioned roars, and a faint smile surfaced in the depths of his eyes.
What was the most important thing for an army?
Yang Zhengshan believed it was conviction.
These young men before him were blank sheets of paper. The first thing he had to do was paint a conviction onto them.
The conviction to protect!
Conviction was the reason and driving force behind fighting to the death; it was the foundation of fearlessness.
Feeling that the time was right, Yang Zhengshan lowered the spear in his hand and said, "Stop!"
The voices fell silent. He drew a deep breath and said, "You already understand what you are fighting for. Next, you must use your blood and sweat to forge a city wall for your parents, wives, and children!"
"The training ahead will be