As time passed into November, the armaments from the Ministry of War and the money and grain from the Ministry of Revenue also arrived at Zhaowu Guard one after another. The temporary harbor and camp were basically finished; though the harbor could only berth some of the warships, it was enough to handle the situation in front of them.
That day, Luo Jinsong brought Lv Xinghe to Zhaowu Guard.
In the study, after Lv Xinghe paid his respects, Yang Zhengshan did not say much to him, but instead led him out of the yamen.
The three of them rode to the drill ground on the shore. Looking at the soldiers undergoing training, Yang Zhengshan asked, "What do you see?"
Lv Xinghe was stunned. "Da Rong's military might!"
Yang Zhengshan shook his head slightly. "A mob of crows gathered together!"
"A mob?" A puzzled look appeared on Lv Xinghe's face.
The soldiers in front of them were all men of the Five Jiujiang Guards. Most of them had already undergone more than ten days of training. Their ranks were neat, their fighting spirit high; they looked every bit well trained.
Compared with them, the Star Moon Sect's Four Banners Army was the real mob of crows gathered together.
Yang Zhengshan ignored his confusion and continued, "If the Old Man had one year, the Old Man would surely turn them into true elites!"
"Unfortunately, the Old Man cannot wait that long."
Lv Xinghe did not understand what Yang Zhengshan meant by saying all this, so he could only listen quietly.
"You should be glad the Old Man cannot wait a year, otherwise you would not even have the chance to surrender!"
Yang Zhengshan glanced at him. "Two of the Four Banners Army have already been destroyed. The remaining two, plus a pack