"..."
Under the watchful eyes of the crowd,
the majestic Zhenbiao Camp crossed through the city gate.
Leading at the front
was Xu Wencai.
However, this man wasn't riding a horse, but instead sitting in a pushcart, his attire complete with a feather fan and an aura of scholarly composure, creating quite a spectacle.
"Heh!"
"That old fellow!"
"He has legs but won't walk, why sit in a wheelchair?"
"He must be imitating General Fang!"
"Ridiculous!"
"..."
Another day passed.
By dusk, the grand military inspection was declared to be over.
The inspection wasn't for all troops to gather together.
After the rest of the troops were reviewed, only the main generals remained, as they had left earlier.
Now, there weren't too many people left in the Martial Arts Arena.
The Main Generals of the Beiliang Army gathered, preparing to hold a banquet to get to know each other better since they would soon go to war with the grassland tribes, and would be comrades in life and death.
