In Broad Daylight, Is This Really All Right?

Wang Xuan stared at Mi Fang with a solemn expression and blazing eyes without saying a word. The air seemed to freeze, and Mi Fang felt an invisible pressure bearing down on him like a mountain, gradually leaving him unable to breathe.

When sweat began to bead on Mi Fang's face, Wang Xuan suddenly threw an arm around his shoulders and burst out laughing. "Zifang, remember this: Are kings, marquises, generals, and ministers born to their positions? If your Mi Family truly wants to rise, you need to be bold enough. If you don't even dare to imagine it, how will you ever make something of yourselves?"

As soon as Wang Xuan said this, the pressure on Mi Fang instantly vanished. He let out a long breath and forced a smile onto his face. Wang Xuan's expression had truly frightened him just now, and his heart was still pounding like crazy.

He couldn't help cursing Wang Xuan inwardly for deliberately frightening him, but he didn't dare show it on his face. The longer he interacted with Wang Xuan, the more extraordinary he found him. In barely a month, Wang Xuan had trained a group of Yellow Turban remnants and bandits into complete submission. Their combat strength even seemed a little greater than that of the elite troops of Xuzhou he had seen, nearly rivaling the elite soldiers of Danyang!

This was actually quite normal. The military system of later generations had been constantly improved and was indeed far more developed than the military system of the current Han dynasty. This was especially true of the requirements for junior officers, which were several levels higher. At the very least, they were required to know how to read.

During the training and coordination of the thousand men under his command, Wang Xuan