"What do you mean, stand at military attention?"
Zeng Anmin had just sat down in his chair, ready to issue orders to the two hundred or so soldiers before him.
Then he saw a figure in black armor staring at him blankly as he walked over.
The man looked twenty-six or twenty-seven. His gaze was resolute, his nose high and straight, though his skin was somewhat dark.
What stood out most was the black mole at the corner of his mouth.
And the thick beard covering his face.
"This is...?"
Zeng Anmin hesitated and turned his gaze toward Tian Ji.
"Although Quanfu understands military formations, he may be somewhat lacking in the actual methods of training troops. This is the deputy commander I specially arranged for you, so he can help you train the new army more conveniently."
Tian Ji grinned at Zeng Anmin.
"Don't let his young age fool you. He is highly capable."
"At only twenty-six, he has already reached the Fifth Rank Breath Concealment Realm. He is considered one of the renowned experts among the capital's younger generation!"
"His talent in martial arts is hardly inferior to Bai Ziqing, the current Northern Commander."
Having said that, he looked toward the man again, his voice turning stern.
"Wu Qianfeng, why haven't you come to greet Instructor Zeng?"
"This subordinate, Wu Qianfeng, greets Instructor Zeng!"
Wu Qianfeng's expression was steadfast as he quickly strode forward.
He gave Zeng Anmin a deep bow.
"A martial artist..."
Zeng Anmin rubbed his chin and looked Wu Qianfeng up and down.
Wu Qianfeng's attitude could not exactly be called respectful.
Still, it was understandable. He was, after all, a man from the army.
"Fine, then I must trouble the Duke to come all this way personally."
Zeng Anmin smiled as he returned Tian