Tagg led a group of soldiers he had brought with him, along with Wessley Huff Bernard, and their security personnel. Altogether, there were 20 of them, neatly sitting there, looking down at the grass paper in front of them.
"How's it going?" Before Tang Mo even entered the room, his voice had carried inside. Everyone looked up with a frown and shook their heads at Tang Mo.
Tang Mo knew that this couldn't be accomplished overnight and needed a significant amount of time to build up, as well as ample patience, so he wasn't discouraged. He walked to the front of the blackboard and began to explain to them.
These were essentially the foundation of Tang Mo's current military class, so he didn't hold back and shared some of the tactical thinking he knew with them.
These were the distilled essence of battlefield experience accumulated over thousands of years in the future, where each detail had been repeatedly validated and refined to remain.
