A Disheveled Battalion Commander Zheng

Left Garrison Army outpost, Dingzi Camp.

Battalion Commander Zheng sat alone inside his tent. Even though a full day had passed since the incident, he was still reeling—

What did it mean that someone had gone alone into the Black Mountain Tribe's camp, right under the Azure Wolf Guard's noses, and cut off their chieftain Saurur's head?

Not only had he cut down that scoundrel Saurur, he had also fought his way out alone with Saurur's head and returned to the Left Garrison Army's camp...

If anyone had told him a day ago that all this was real, he would have scoffed, and perhaps even wondered if they'd had too much to drink.

But now...

The face of that thin young man appeared in Battalion Commander Zheng's mind.

From the day the boy passed Dingzi Camp's scout selection, Battalion Commander Zheng had committed Chen Yan's name to memory.

Because he felt that this unexpectedly composed young man was unlike any new recruit he had seen before.

If he survived, the boy might amount to something—

But not like this.

The day before yesterday, Battalion Commander Zheng had heard from the scouts who had returned to camp that Chen Yan was missing.

He had thought there were only two possible outcomes for Chen Yan.

The better one was that he had lost his way on the vast grasslands. If he was lucky, he might still find his way back to camp.

The worse one was that he had encountered the barbarians' light cavalry. His body might never even be found.

But, but...

Now the head he had brought back had been sent to the central army camp. After it was confirmed, there was no doubt: it was Saurur's, the chieftain of the Black Mountain Tribe.

"Lord Battalion Commander."

The tent flap