Outside the infirmary, there were nearly a hundred regimental commanders of the Northern Army. They were wearing the same clothes as Tanner Lynn.
Without exception, they were all generals.
"Commander!" The hundred men bowed and shouted in unison.
"Co… commander?"
Hurst Willis's reaction was more than half a beat slower. Only now did he realize that the white-robed youth before him had an astonishing status.
This was the king of the northern territory!
Before Braydon Neal left, he said softly, "If it weren't for the fact that you two are too old, I would have definitely recruited you into the Northern Army. However, the life of a soldier is not suitable for everyone. If you have any trouble in the future, just say my name. Someone will help you!"
After saying that.
Braydon crossed his hands behind his back and left the mine.
