Yang Zhengshan naturally knew nothing of the battle situation at Chongshan Pass. At this moment, he was still training the young men of Yang Family Village.
After nearly a month of training, the young men of Yang Family Village had developed a certain degree of discipline. They might not yet have reached the point where military orders were as immovable as mountains, but they could already obey commands without hesitation and move in perfect unison.
On the wasteland behind Yang Family Village, more than a hundred young men stood motionless with long spears in hand.
The north wind, sharp with chill, swept over the hills and threaded between the figures, yet the hundred-odd young men stood as steady as stubborn rocks.
Seeing this, Yang Zhengxiang's face was full of gratification and delight.
During this time, he had come to watch almost every day. It could be said that he had personally witnessed the growth of these Yang Clan descendants. From his initial shock to excitement, and now, all that remained in his heart was gratification and joy.
"Zhengshan, you've worked hard these days!" Yang Zhengxiang withdrew his gaze and said to Yang Zhengshan beside him.
Yang Zhengshan shook his head slightly. "It wasn't hard. The ones truly working hard were them!"
He was effectively the instructor. Things might have been harder at the beginning, but now the training had entered its proper rhythm. The Team Leaders of each group could conduct training on their own, and he no longer needed to teach them personally.
So the ones truly working hard were these Yang Clan descendants, not him.
With his hands behind his back, Yang Zhengxiang turned and walked toward the village. "The mountain stronghold is almost ready, and all the grain has been moved up there."
Yang Zhengshan followed behind