The drums thundered, their call shaking the heavens.
Outside the city of Baling, in the military encampment, horses whinnied and banners billowed like clouds. Squad after squad of soldiers obeyed the commands, constantly shifting into different formations under the direction of their commanding officers.
"Not bad, these soldiers have only been in the camp for just over a month, and they're already showing such spirit. Li Liang, your ability to train troops truly makes you the best in our Chu State."
From the command platform, Lu Yuan looked down at the army below, then turned and spoke to his disciple beside him, his tone filled with satisfaction.
Of all his true disciples, Li Liang's martial talent was not particularly outstanding, and even ranked in the lower middle.
Yet he was able to distinguish himself, becoming a disciple who ranked alongside Chu Wei, and only second to Zhou Qing. Naturally, he had something to rely on.
