Moving the Capital to Chenzhou (XVI)
編集者: Nyoi-Bo Studio
The setting sun painted the sky a deep amber. The sky gradually darkened, but the torches on the city walls had not yet been lit.
Jiang Pengji and the troops waited in ambush outside the city walls, patiently looking for an opportunity to attack. Everyone felt as though a storm was brewing.
Although Meng Hun looked cold, he was kind-hearted and gentle. The troops dared to joke with him after completing their own training tasks, so the overall atmosphere was not too tense. However, Jiang Pengji was the leader. She did not say anything redundant, nor did she deliberately show that she was in charge. All she had to do was scan the troops with her cool eyes. From her look alone, they would straighten their bodies and become uncontrollably nervous.
After receiving her glare, a troop member regained his senses and was shocked to find that his palms were sweating. It was true that different generals raised different soldiers.