"Understood!"
Qian Hu accepted the order, the light of excitement bursting within his eyes as he turned and strode away, even his retreating figure carrying a fiery and dynamic momentum.
Wei Zhe watched him leave, then stepped out the door.
Outside, the cold wisps of rain had already stopped, the dark clouds scattered, and a ray of long-awaited sunlight pierced through the cloud layer, spilling onto the damp blue stone slabs and steaming up a faint water vapor.
Outside Yangcheng, the Qin Army encampment stretched for ten miles.
A quarter of an hour later.
Nearly ten thousand Qin Army soldiers had already assembled on the vast drill ground.
They were divided into two distinct regions.
On one side were the three thousand veteran soldiers under Wei Zhe's command, who had already lined up in neat military formations. Although their armor varied and new was mixed with old, everyone stood as straight as a pine, and their eyes burned with a fanatical flame.
On the other side were the seven thousand soldiers who had just been assigned over.
Most of them were elites from Meng Tian's army, heavily armored and with fierce auras.
Yet at this moment, their faces were filled with bewilderment and scrutiny.
They had heard the myth of the teenage general named Wei Zhe, but hearsay was, after all, just hearsay.
Now they were about to become a part of this myth, becoming subordinates to a nineteen-year-old youth.
This filled their hearts with complex emotions.
"Have you all heard? Our new main general is that Wei Zhe who beheaded Bao Yuan in formation!"
"Isn't he too young... I heard he has enlisted for less than three months."
"He became a Ten Thousand Commander in three months? This... the Great King thinks far too highly of him."
"Shh, keep