A fast horse carried Zi Shou's "decree" back to Chaoge.
Yang Ren finally settled down and stopped lambasting people.
Using his meritorious memorial as a pretext, Zi Shou casually appointed him a general.
An imperial censor holding a general's post-perfectly reasonable, right?
Yang Ren knew nothing about military affairs and loved running his mouth. Once he meddled in the fighting, his incompetence and fondness for giving blind orders would give Wen Zhong and Lu Xiong plenty to choke on.
Yang Ren had indeed never set foot on a battlefield. He knew nothing of battle formations or training troops, and his martial skills were so mediocre that he could not even beat his own steward. Yet he accepted without so much as a token refusal.
Ever since Chaoge had begun alternating between civil and military recruitment, he had known this day would come.
If I don't know how, can't I learn?
No one was born a gifted commander. In these troubled times, a civil official like an imperial censor could not save Great Shang, but a renowned general could!
Today, he, Yang Ren, would seize this chance to cast aside his writing brush and join the army!
After dismissing everyone, Zi Shou returned to camp alone.
He even forcibly drove away the guards outside his main tent with his imperial aura.
I can perform Supporting the Beam and Replacing the Pillar and drag nine oxen by brute strength. Why would I need your protection?
Next, he had to stop the old Grand Tutor from launching a night raid on the Zhou Camp.
They had spent half the morning wrangling over it. Although he had agreed, that had only been to humor him.
How could Zi Shou actually let Wen Zhong raid their camp? The Zhou people had no martial honor; all