Li Xuancang's efforts to petition the government offices on behalf of his wounded and disabled comrades, securing them stable lifelong posts, spread through the entire camp like a long wind in less than half a day.
Not only were the soldiers under his command deeply grateful, but ordinary Battle Soldiers and low-ranking troops from every other battalion and unit also heard of this earth-shaking event.
The military camp had always been the most realistic place, and the place that understood best the warmth and coldness of human hearts.
On the battlefield, generals stood at the front while soldiers followed behind. When merit was earned, generals received rewards, promotions, and noble titles. That was the norm.
But once the fighting turned brutal and soldiers were maimed, the vast majority of commanders merely looked on coldly, discussing military merit but never human feeling.
How many veterans had lost hands and feet, ruined their vital energy and blood, and been left riddled with injuries and illness, only to receive a few taels of loose silver before being driven from the camp?
With no land to farm upon returning home and no work to find in the city, they drifted through the rest of their lives, barely surviving from day to day, with no one sparing them a thought.
This was the unspoken rule of military camps in troubled times. It had always been so since ancient days. The Great Flame Dynasty's preservation of Battle Soldiers' privileges was already far better than that of other dynasties.
All soldiers had long grown accustomed to it. Deep down, they had never hoped for their commanders' compassion.
But today, Li Xuancang had shattered that old, cold convention.
Once the news spread, the atmosphere throughout the entire camp quietly changed.
On the training grounds, between barracks, inside and