Considering that Zhao Feng might submit his resignation soon and that the troops stationed at Longwu Commandery's seat were thin on the ground, Shen Tang discussed the matter with Chu Jie and asked him to send two veteran generals with extensive experience training troops and managing the military to take Zhao Feng's place. Chu Jie readily agreed.
"Lord Shen, there's no need to be polite. This is a simple matter."
Chu Jie practically thumped his chest as he gave his guarantee.
Soon afterward, he recommended two suitable candidates.
One was an old general with a head of white hair and beard.
The man was spry and vigorous, with a body of well-built muscle and a straight back. Judging by his silhouette alone, nobody could have guessed that he was over seventy. Though he was well past seventy, his skin was taut and resilient, no less so than that of a strapping thirty-year-old. His breath was long and steady. He walked with light steps, and a cold glint seemed to flash in his eyes whenever he turned his gaze. Ordinary people didn't dare look him in the eye.
His entire bearing radiated authority without a word.
The other Martial Gall Warrior was much younger than the first, and his build was comparatively lean. Though he was a general who had slain enemies on the battlefield, he often wore a kind, amiable smile. In his ordinary clothes, he looked more like a kindly uncle.
There wasn't the slightest hint of the killing intent of someone who had licked blood from the blade.
"This general greets Lord Shen."
"This general greets Lord Shen."
Both men had seen the dozen or so pottery jars with their own eyes. They had also heard how Shen Tang led more than two thousand troops deep into Ten