On the training ground, 2,400 soldiers had already formed up.
Pan Feng stood at the very front of the formation in gleaming silver armor, the Mountain Splitting Great Axe resting on his shoulder, looking every bit the imposing general.
Qin Lie, Zhou Chang, Chen Hu, Zheng Tu, and Wu Jun each led 400 men, lined up along the edge of the training ground.
Tian Boguang strode over from the side of the training ground with 200 Shadow Guards and took position at the very rear of the army.
At the front of those 200 people stood more than twenty Young Women.
They wore clothes of every kind. Some looked like village women, some like maidservants, and some were even dressed gaudily like women from brothels.
Each had a short blade hidden at her waist or tucked up her sleeve. They looked utterly harmless, but every one of them had blood on her hands.
The rear ranks were filled with Clones dressed uniformly in black, their expressions cold and their gazes sharp. Horizontal Sabers hung at their waists, while compact crossbows were strapped to their backs.
The 200 of them looked somewhat mismatched standing together, yet their murderous aura could be felt even from far away.
Pan Feng glanced back and roared at Tian Boguang, "Old Tian! Can you really fight a war with this bunch of women?"
Tian Boguang did not mind in the slightest, merely chuckling.
"General Pan, fighting is your business. I'm responsible for scouting ahead and cleaning up afterward.
Leave the fast runners, the deep hiders, and the well-concealed ones to my Shadow Guards. I guarantee not a single one will get away!"
After a pause, he added, "Besides, if some mountain stronghold has treasures hidden away, I can help Lord find them. Isn't that better than