"General Yang! Let's go ashore and have some fun!"
A few soldiers jostled and pushed their way over, calling out to the deputy general.
These soldiers wore broad smiles, but each one had a fierce demeanor, clearly men accustomed to battle.
In the military, discipline is strict, and only now, as they had withdrawn from the battlefield, did they have some leeway to relax, inevitably leading to a bit of rowdiness.
Yang Yin understood this very well.
"Let's wait until we've passed this stretch of water. In the next city, I'll allow you to have fun for a day. Then, we'll head straight back to Jiujiang Commandery."
The soldiers were somewhat disappointed, but no one voiced any objections. After all, they were the Jiujiang Xuan Armor, the most elite troops of Zhuang Country, and obedience to commands had long become instinctual.
After arranging for his subordinates, Yang Yin bent down and entered the cabin, indeed finding his general sulking in a corner.
