Xiao Ju had only recently pledged allegiance to the Meng Family and was one of its innate martial artists. In terms of seniority, he was far inferior to those old retainers who had followed Meng Zhao from the start. Yet he was highly capable, quite resourceful, and had a good head on his shoulders.
He was far superior to a mere martial brute. Recently, he had also rendered some assistance in handling affairs and earned a few minor merits, so his status was not particularly low.
Meng Zhao's expression shifted at these words. Smiling faintly, he asked,
"Oh? What makes you say that, Xiao Ju? If I contend with Zhu Xie Chiri for the position of Yangwu Army commander, then apart from my martial strength, I have scarcely any advantages at all. How can you judge that I can drive him away through martial arts alone?"
Meng Zhao was not being needlessly modest. That was simply the reality of the situation.
In terms of official rank, Meng Zhao was merely a Subordinate Sixth Rank Xuanjie Colonel, and it was an honorary post at that, carrying no troops. Compared to Zhu Xie Chiri, one of the three commanders of the Imperial Forest Guard, they were figures on entirely different levels.
In terms of military experience and ability to govern troops, Zhu Xie Chiri had enlisted at twelve and gone onto the battlefield to kill enemies. At twelve, Meng Zhao had been in a temple chanting Buddhist scriptures. One did not need to think with anything more than one's toes to know who was more capable.
As for family background, speaking purely of influence within the military, the Meng Family might not surpass the Zhu Xie Family. Of course, that did not matter much. The military was merely a blade; the ones