"Are you sure you want all of them?"
Fang Qingyun asked again.
He had spoken with Mr. Xu several times recently, and they had gotten along quite well. The man truly possessed great talent. Unfortunately, one's birth determined one's horizons; there were many things he needed to learn anew. Given time, though, he would surely become someone great.
With Tang Ruoshan added to the mix, even with his meridians crippled, he could still be put to use. As for the others, Fang Qingyun knew little about them.
"I'm sure!"
Chen Sanshi's voice rang loud and clear.
Not far away, General Zhao Wuji of Liangzhou glanced over and offered a well-meaning reminder. "Kid, my Liangzhou soldiers may not measure up to the Eight Great Camps, but every one of them has been tempered in a hundred battles."
"Please don't take offense, General Zhao."
Chen Sanshi cupped his fists. "I'm simply more accustomed to using my old brothers."
"What is there to take offense at?"
Zhao Wuji said flatly, "I simply don't understand. Everyone else is fighting tooth and nail to pick elites, yet you're deliberately saddling yourself with a disadvantage. What are you after? Even the simplest Four Gates Bottom-Up Formation requires five hundred men. Do you have enough?"
"Just enough."
When Chen Sanshi crossed the river, he still had roughly four hundred men. There had also been a group responsible for helping the commoners cross the river. Together, they numbered just over five hundred, and they had now all been placed in the Eight Great Camps as temporary service soldiers.
This was also in accordance with the rules.
What general did not have his own trusted retainers and personal guards?
Any Elite Selection Officer with subordinates of his own could bring them over to fight.
It could instead better reveal