In just two to three days.
The youngest general of the Great Zhou in a hundred years had successfully taken back all the rights of the scout camp from the Left Sima.
Zuo Sima was thrown back to the countryside to farm.
The other generals who were not convinced were taken care of and greeted in turn.
The dozen or so people under his command were like a dozen or so wild beasts, charging through the camp without anyone stopping them.
A series of fierce operations came down.
It could be considered as letting the group of people experience what it meant to stay still and move like thunder.
The entire Northern Army scout camp was silent.
All the soldiers could feel the killing intent from Li Yueming's bones.
The bonfire outside the camp was still burning.
The sound of wood cracking due to the high temperature was the only sound at the moment.
Under the illumination of the raging flames.
In the tent.
