Day one.
Zhou Cheng took full charge of reorganizing the troops and horses and inventorying supplies.
The thousand cavalrymen completely stripped away the Imperial Court insignia from their armor and changed into the standard fitted uniforms of Panshi Fist Academy.
Their military registration was transferred to Great Yin, and they became Wang Yuan's personal troops in every sense.
Wu Yong and the three captains had their minds controlled. They worked with utmost dedication, bringing their lifetime of military expertise to bear as they sorted and categorized, compiled registers, coordinated provisions, and arranged the ranks.
The formerly ragtag border troops, under the reorganization of professional commanders, became strict in discipline and orderly in formation, beginning to show the bearing of an elite force.
Day two.
Zheng Shan led all the Fist Academy disciples in pacifying the city's citizens and selecting common folk willing to travel with them.
The people of Gaoye City had personally endured the slaughter of these chaotic times. They had watched Wang Yuan single-handedly quell the disaster, purge the evil cult, and finally suppress the military conflict. Long ago, they had come to hold this young Daoist prodigy in incomparable awe and trust.
Upon hearing that the Imperial Court's Grandmaster army was approaching and that the lone city would surely be shattered,
no one clung to their homeland. Household after household packed away their valuables and baggage, voluntarily bringing their entire families along.
When their lives were about to be lost, what homeland was there left to cling to?
As for the handful of elderly and weak people unwilling to endure the hardships of migration, Wang Yuan did not force them.
He left them ample food and silver, settled them properly, and allowed them to remain behind in their homeland.
As for whether they lived or died, that