Flags flying, drums beating ceaselessly.
Gathering hundreds of thousands of soldiers together was an impressive sight. The boundless elite soldiers gathered together, the surging killing intent and Blood Qi converged together, even the sky changed its color.
Even if Pei Xuanjing didn't understand how to command soldiers, looking at this hundreds of thousands of troops in front of him, he couldn't help but feel a sense of heroism. He praised Wang Boan, "Your command of the troops, I fear, is not inferior to the famous generals of the military school."
Wang Boan's left hand was on the hilt of his sword at his waist, and his right hand gently stroked his long beard. Hearing Pei Xuanjing's praise, his face also showed a hint of color.
After all, no matter what, being able to receive vocal praise from Pei Xuanjing, who's the best in the world, is recognition.
