Without waiting three days, Li Xuancang didn't waste a moment after settling his family.
He changed into a Thousand-Man Commander's black armor, hung the Black-Gold Military Tally at his waist, and led Wang Xiaoniu and the others toward the Peace Prefecture Army Camp to formally take command of his thousand elite Battle Soldiers.
The Peace Prefecture Army Camp was heavily fortified, its banners snapping in the wind. On the training grounds, a thousand elite soldiers in gleaming armor had long since formed up and awaited him.
These soldiers were all veteran troops of the army, drilled for years. Every one of them was sturdy and imposing, with steady breaths.
Many had even fought brutal battles at the border. Whether in seniority or combat strength, they ranked among the best in the Peace Prefecture Army, and they carried a measure of pride in their bones.
Li Xuancang strode onto the command platform, his gaze sweeping across the orderly formation below. He raised the military tally high, his resonant voice ringing across the entire training ground.
"By the order of Captain Du Tianfeng, I assume the post of Thousand-Man Commander of this camp. From today onward, I command your thousand elite troops. All military affairs, drills, and defenses shall be under my command."
As his words fell, most of the soldiers below stood solemnly in silence.
Yet some old soldiers in worn armor at the front, along with the two Battalion Commanders and dozens of Centurions, frowned deeply, their eyes filled with defiance and contempt.
They had clawed their way through the military camp for years and seen several Thousand-Man Commanders. They were either young masters from great clans parachuted into the post or seasoned old generals with deep qualifications.
In their eyes, this young new commander, freshly transferred from Mystic Sun