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Yang Yi strode out the door, and he didn't need any imperial edict or any other token of authority. As the Grand Marshal, commanding all the forces under heaven, and the person most trusted by the Emperor, his own presence was equivalent to the Emperor's will.
The Imperial Army outside the city.
Since ancient times, the Imperial Army had been synonymous with lax discipline, mainly because its soldiers were often the sons of nobles, sent there to gain prestige rather than endure hardship.
However, the Imperial Army under Yang Yi's command was not like this. Regardless of whether they were sons of noble families or wealthy clans, they were all trained to be as tough as steel.
The camp was silent, devoid of noise. The guards keeping watch over the military camp were neatly arranged, appearing as if they were carved from the same mould.
Yang Yi's figure appeared in the camp.
"Subordinates greet the General!!"
