Yuan Shao Celebrated the Victory

Many of Qu Yi's words had not been wrong. Moreover, he himself was an extremely inspiring person—or rather, every person who could become a renowned general was inspiring in their own way. It was merely that their methods and effects differed.

Whether it was Gongsun Zan's "Where righteousness leads, life and death follow; Heaven above can bear witness, and the White Horse is my proof!" or Qu Yi's "I dare advance through a mountain of blades and never retreat from a sea of flames; I shall always lead the charge, and never turn back even in death!" or Gao Shun's "The momentum of the charge knows only advance, never retreat; the will of the formation-breakers embraces death and rejects life!"

The Vanguard Camp's methods were nothing unusual. Everyone in Yuan Shao's upper ranks had seen how Qu Yi trained his soldiers, but not a single one of them could replace him.

The methods themselves were nothing special; what mattered was who used them. As mentioned before, Qu Yi was the son of a fallen noble family and possessed sufficient learning. Yet in Xiliang, a place that recognized only martial strength, he had fought his way from an ordinary soldier to a high-ranking officer. That unique experience had forged his unique character, and only that could create a "Vanguard Camp" destined to be remembered throughout history!

After pacifying the remaining twelve hundred men under his command, Qu Yi finally left the camp and hurried into the city. He was going to attend the victory banquet; Yuan Shao and the others were holding the main celebration.

Before he even entered, Qu Yi heard waves of laughter and banter from inside. Clearly, everyone was in exceptionally high spirits.

As soon as Qu Yi entered, he drew everyone's attention. Yuan Shao immediately stood up