In a place like a military camp, where men gathered in heaps, fights were as common as daily meals.
So long as no one died, most people simply turned a blind eye.
Before long, the small disturbance over entering the camp was brushed aside, and no one paid it any attention.
Thanks to that disturbance, Chen Ye's group was assigned a patch of somewhat drier ground.
"What are you standing around for? Clean up the place and pitch the tents!"
The servant soldiers might not have been good at fighting, but every one of them was skilled at working.
Before long, tents sprang up one after another.
After being battered by wind and snow for most of the day, everyone finally had a place to settle down.
By evening, the area around the camp kitchens was packed with people, the soldiers clutching bowls as they squeezed into a mass.
Someone was maintaining order on the spot, barely sorting them into three crooked, uneven lines.
Chen Ye noticed that when these servant soldiers lined up, it was utter chaos. Many of them could not even tell east from west.
Instinctively, he felt that this could not go on.
But they had traveled all this way and spent the entire day freezing outside, so it was not suitable to put them through more trouble.
The next day, the skies cleared.
Chen Ye immediately gathered everyone and ordered them to stand in a formation, seven across and ten deep.
The servant soldiers did not understand what he intended, but remembering the savage way he had acted yesterday, none dared disobey. They pulled familiar faces over and formed up one after another.
Zhuang Chaoyang was looking around uncertainly within the ranks when he suddenly heard someone call, "Ayang, over here!"
It was Wang Erli,