"Sir, they're here!" Yang Mingzhen said with some impatience.
"What's the rush?" Yang Zhenshan scolded in a cold voice.
Although the boy was clever, his temperament still needed a lot of tempering.
In fact, it was quite normal. When Yang Mingwu and Yang Chengze first joined the battle, their performance wasn't any better.
It was only after several life and death struggles that they became calm and collected, facing all enemies indifferently.
Chastened by Yang Zhenshan's scolding, Yang Mingzhen gave a sheepish smile.
He wasn't scared; he was simply excited, which was coupled with urgency and a bit of panic at the prospect of facing the enemy.
Yang Zhenshan didn't pay him any more attention but quietly observed the Northern barbarian cavalry opposite him.
This kind of sudden encounter was something Yang Zhenshan had anticipated early on.
They had already entered the territory of the East Sea Hu Clan, and could encounter members of the clan at any moment.
