"Marshal Luu, my Uncle Wang has already submitted the memorial. I believe the Holy Decree to confer upon you the title of Duke will arrive soon."
"But before that, there's something we need Brother Luu's help with. Recently, there have been many insurgents rebelling, and we hope Brother Luu could..."
Before Zhao Ying could finish his sentence, Zhou Kunshan had already pounded his chest and boldly promised, "Brazen rebels, daring to oppose the Imperial Court. Where are they? I'll go and wipe those fellows out right now."
Three days later.
With panda eyes, Zhao Ying walked forward numbly.
He wanted to ask Luu Dafei, "How exactly are you commanding this army?"
This army in front of him was less like an army and more like a group of hooligans gathered together.
During the morning march, they had only progressed about ten miles before the complaints began incessantly.
With grievances in the army, Zhao Ying didn't dare force them to march.
