"Pass on my military order. When you get back to camp, call the Yang family leader to face the emperor as soon as possible."

"Obey the order!" After the ordering soldier looked up at Zhao Guanjia and Zhang Jun, he mounted his fast horse, whipped his whip, and hurried back to the camp to convey the order.

Zhang Jun turned around, faced Zhao Guan's family and explained with a smile:

"At this time, Yang Xinzhong is not on duty, so he is taking turns to rest in the military camp."

Zhao Ji nodded with a smile, and asked Zhang Jun some military matters...

Zhang Jun answered one by one...

Within a moment, two horses galloped out of the military camp.

Among them, one was a messenger, and the one on the other was the tall and burly Yang Xinzhong.

When the two riders reached Zhao Guan's house thirty steps away, they reined in their horses and stopped.

The two of them led their horses and came running...

"The last general, Yang Xinzhong, is wearing armor. He cannot bow down and bow down to the officials with a big salute. He deserves death. He can only bow to the officials with military salutes!"

Zhao Ji looked at Yang Xinzhong, who was bowing and worshiping with fists in front of him.

Judging by his face, this man was only twenty years old. He was tall, burly, and majestic.

Yang Xinzhong wore a helmet and a sword on his waist. He also carried a powerful bow on his back, and his arrow pot was filled with arrows, ready for battle at any time.

When Zhao Ji looked at Yang Xinzhong, he felt an inexplicable sense of security in his heart.

If there is a warrior like Yang Xinzhong by my side, I will definitely be safe during the expedition.

Now, Zhao Ji still has some doubts in his heart. So, is the Yang Xinzhong in front of him the famous general Yang Xinzhong in history that he knows?

Of course, the name of Yang Xinzhong in history is not as famous as Yang Cunzhong, who was later given the name Yang Cunzhong by Emperor Gaozong of the Southern Song Dynasty.

Zhao Ji took a step forward, stretched out his hand personally, and straightened up Yang Xinzhong, who was bowing and clasping his fists in military salute.

"You don't need to be restrained when you see me, the Yang family's elder brother!"

When Yang Xinzhong heard that Zhao Guan's family actually called him the "eldest man of the Yang family" like his own Pao Ze did, he immediately felt particularly cordial.

"The last general, Yang Xinzhong, thanks the official family for summoning him."

Zhao Ji smiled, nodded, and asked:

"Is the Yang family's elder twenty years old this year?"

Yang Xinzhong smiled honestly and replied:

"I will be nineteen this year!"

Zhao Ji secretly calculated that Yang Xinzhong in history was born in 1102 AD. Now it is the third year of Xuanhe, that is, 1121 AD. Isn't he exactly nineteen years old?

In terms of age, the Yang Xinzhong in front of Zhao Ji can be regarded as the same age as the famous general Yang Xinzhong in history.

(Yang Xinzhong used a quoted name in his early years, and was later named Yang Cunzhong by Zhao Gou, Emperor Gaozong of the Song Dynasty, and was recorded in history as Yang Cunzhong.)

Zhao Ji thought in his mind that if he is just right in terms of age but not in terms of ability, there is no need for me to promote him!

Although I have read about Yang Xinzhong's military achievements before, he can easily kill more than a hundred enemies in a battle, but I want to verify Yang Xinzhong's ability with new eyes.

Zhao Ji leisurely said:

"I summoned you here just to see the master of the Yang family's skills."

"Huh?" Yang Xinzhong was stunned for a moment, then he immediately said modestly: "What kind of skills does the general have that he dares to trouble the officials to come and see it in person? The general only knows how to fight and kill on the battlefield..."

"Ahem." Zhang Junqing, who was jumping anxiously at the side, coughed and immediately interrupted Yang Xinzhong's self-effacing words.

"Dalang of the Yang family, if the officials want you to show off your skills, just show them off. You don't have to be too modest!"

"The Yang family's leader, you showed your strength as an ox during training and competition in the military camp, as well as your skillful riding and shooting, and your superb swordsmanship to kill the enemy, all of which were shown to the officials.

Home."

Yang Xinzhong opened his mouth when he saw his immediate boss, Zhang Jun, who was also kind to him.

He no longer humbles himself and refuses.

This was Yang Xinzhong's first time meeting a saint, and he was praised in person by Zhao Guan's family and asked to show off his skills, which made him both excited and nervous.

As a result, a layer of sweat broke out on his slightly immature face.
Chapter completed!