Sun He's Complete Submission

In the training grounds, three thousand pairs of eyes followed his every step.

He didn't help Sun He up, nor did he offer any words of comfort. He simply took out the porcelain bottle containing the Bone-Rejoining Paste from his bosom, the same kind he had used on Zhang Kui before, and tossed it near Sun He's head.

"This is what you deserve as a Centurion, for taking responsibility for your subordinates," his voice remained icy. "From today onwards, I do not wish to see gambling occur a second time in our Tiger and Wolf Army camp. Otherwise, it won't be a mere thirty military strokes."

With that, he turned and looked at the gamblers still kneeling on the ground.

"Your Centurion took this beating for you. Your lives were given by him."

"Starting tomorrow, the two of you will have your daily training doubled on top of everyone else's! Your monthly military pay will be halved! When I see you win against Qian Hu and the others on the training field, your pay will be restored! Do you have any objections?"

How could they dare to have any objections? They all nodded frantically like chicks pecking at rice.

"No objections! No objections! Thank you, Chieftain, for not killing us! Thank you, Boss Sun, for saving our lives!"

Wei Zhe ignored them and gave an order to the entire army: "Everyone, take a good look, this is an example! Disperse! Go back to sleep!"

The soldiers dispersed silently, but what happened tonight was etched deeply into the hearts of each of them like a brand.

Sun He was carefully lifted from the bench by a few of his trusted subordinates and sent back to the encampment.

Late at night, inside Wei Zhe's tent.

He was not resting, but sat cross-legged on the bed, circulating the cultivation technique of the Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill.

The high-intensity training during the day was also a form of cultivation for him. Each time he pushed his body to its limit and then used the cultivation technique to recover, he could feel his strength and physique slowly and steadily increasing. The proficiency of the first level of the skill was also inching upwards.

He enjoyed this feeling of constantly becoming stronger.

Just then, the report of a personal guard came from outside the tent.

"Chieftain, Centurion Sun He requests an audience."

Wei Zhe opened his eyes, somewhat surprised. He was so badly injured, yet he could still get out of bed?

"Let him in."

The tent flap was lifted, and Sun He entered, supported by two personal guards. His face was as pale as paper, his lips devoid of any color, and large beads of cold sweat broke out on his forehead with every step. However, he had changed into a clean military uniform and stood with his back straight.

"You may go," Sun He said to the personal guards.

After the personal guards withdrew, Sun He took a deep breath, pushed away their support, and struggled to perform the military salute of kneeling on one knee to Wei Zhe.

His body swayed, his knees weakened, and he almost fell.

Wei Zhe's eyes flickered, and his figure instantly vanished from the bed. The next moment, he appeared in front of Sun He, reaching out to support him.

"With your injuries, don't bother with these empty formalities."

Sun He, however, was unusually stubborn. He pushed Wei Zhe's hand away, gritted his teeth, and used all his strength to "thump" down onto one knee. This action pulled at the wound on his back, causing him to grimace and sweat profusely from the pain.

But he knelt steadily, raised his head, and looked at Wei Zhe with a clear and solemn gaze he had never possessed before.

"Your subordinate, Sun He, pays his respects to the Chieftain!"

He cupped his fists, his voice hoarse, yet each word was resonant.

"Previously, it was this subordinate who had eyes but failed to recognize Mount Tai, and I offended you greatly. I hope the Chieftain will forgive me!"

"From this day forward, my life, Sun He's life, belongs to you, Chieftain! This subordinate is willing to follow your lead, brave fire and water, and spare no effort! If I harbor any disloyalty, may lightning strike me and may I die a terrible death!"

He knelt on the ground, offering his most thorough loyalty to Wei Zhe.

Wei Zhe looked at the "fierce tiger" kneeling before him, finally completely tamed, and knew that from this moment on, there would be no more dissent within the Tiger and Wolf Army.

He smiled and reached out to help Sun He up from the ground.

"Good. From today onwards, you, Sun He, will be my right-hand man. No one else is qualified to be the Deputy Chieftain of my Tiger and Wolf Army."

Sun He's complete allegiance elevated Wei Zhe's prestige within the Tiger and Wolf Army to its peak. He took the opportunity to promote Sun He to Deputy Chieftain, and appointed Qian Hu and Hu Lei as Military Marquises, each commanding a thousand troops. The command structure of the entire Tiger and Wolf Army was now formally established.

After more than half a month of devilish training and Wei Zhe's cost-no-object supply of meat and medicinal herbs, the physical fitness and morale of the three thousand soldiers underwent a transformation. They were no longer the group of lazy veterans they once were; each of them was now full of vigor and spirit, their eyes gleaming with a fierce, death-defying resolve.

But Wei Zhe knew, this was still not enough.

A powerful army needed not only formidable soldiers but also excellent equipment.

One day, after completing the morning training, Wei Zhe summoned Sun He, Qian Hu, and Hu Lei to his tent.

"Starting tomorrow, daily training will be halved," Wei Zhe's first sentence stunned the three of them.

"Chieftain, why halve it?" Qian Hu asked in confusion. "The brothers are at the peak of their energy right now, I think we can even increase the load!"

After this period of training, he had become an out-and-out training fanatic; he felt uncomfortable if he didn't push his men to tears and wails every day.

"Yes, Chieftain," Sun He also chimed in, "We finally managed to train the lazy bones out of these brats, if we slacken now, I'm afraid they'll go back to..."

"Who said we're slacking?" Wei Zhe interrupted them. "Training is halved because we have more important things to do."

He stood up and led the three of them out of the tent, heading directly towards a newly built large workshop behind the camp.

This was an independent Military Arms Department specially approved for the Tiger and Wolf Army by the King of Qin. Since Wei Zhe was appointed the commander of the independent combat battalion, Meng Wu had transferred the two old blacksmiths from the Eagle Beak Cliff Military Arms Department, along with their dozen or so apprentices, to Wei Zhe. Wei Zhe then used a large sum of money to recruit dozens of skilled blacksmiths, expanding this place into the largest military workshop in the Northern Frontier.

As soon as they entered the workshop, a wave of heat mixed with the smell of coal smoke and iron washed over them. Dozens of furnaces burned simultaneously, flames raging, and the incessant sound of hammering echoed, making their eardrums ache.

"Chieftain, why have you brought us here..." Sun He looked at the bustling scene, somewhat puzzled.

Wei Zhe did not answer. He led the three of them to a finished goods area in the center of the workshop.

There, several sets of brand-new armor and weapons were neatly arranged.

"Take a look at this," Wei Zhe said, pointing to a suit of armor that was entirely black, its plates overlapping like fish scales, shimmering with a dark luster under the firelight.

Sun He stepped forward, reached out to touch the armor plate, and then weighed it. His brow immediately furrowed.

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