Wuzhou Prefecture, Pingyang Commandery, Wuzhou Demon-Suppressing Legion, camp of Miao Gui, deputy legion commander of the central Four Symbols Legion.
All of a sudden, banners, drums, and command horns sounded in succession. The entire camp seemed to ripple with waves, each surging higher than the last.
Nearly all the mid- and high-ranking officers in the camp donned their helmets and armor and streamed toward the command tent.
Such a sight was rather rare, leaving the officers who had gathered under military orders somewhat bewildered.
What was the legion commander planning, making such a huge fuss all of a sudden?
What baffled them most was another order from the legion commander—get yourselves cleaned up. Anyone with a scraggly beard could get out first and take a hundred strokes of the military rod.
With the army fighting in the field, resources were scarce to begin with. And these rough men who marched and fought all day, aside from the bath once every half month mandated by military orders, who paid attention to their appearance?
Besides, when they went into battle with beards and hair bristling like tigers, they could at least scare the enemy a little, right?
And if nothing else, the assorted odors wafting off them might just interfere with the enemy.
They never even got enough rest. What mood would a pack of rough men have to tend to their appearance?
Still, since the legion commander had given the order, and they were officers, every one of them tidied himself up. Military orders were as weighty as mountains, after all, and those hundred strokes of the military rod were no easy thing to endure.
One wrong move, and they would suffer pain and lose face besides.
However, those who could serve as officers here were all fairly accomplished cultivators. One