There, in the Yans' Army's large camp, rows of small bungalows had been constructed.
The changing area was on the first floor, with the main door wide open and spacious windows also opened; many male soldiers were walking back and forth, turning their heads to easily see inside.
And the soldiers who had come with Yan Zixuan were now curiously watching them, standing outside the door to enjoy the show. Hearing Yan Zixuan's words, the group understood the general's attitude towards them, and one by one, they began to laugh:
"Right, we usually change our clothes here, it's convenient and fast; if you want to be like us, then change!"
"Change, what's there to fear, we're all comrades-in-arms!"
"Exactly, if we were about to go to the battlefield, we'd change our clothes right on the spot. Do you expect us to pitch a tent for you to change?"
"Hurry up and change, stop dilly-dallying!"
A group of people jeered, causing the noblewomen inside the room to feel utterly ashamed.
