Upon the desolate plains touched by the chill autumn wind, a tall platform had been erected. Around it, a dense sea of people sat, their warhorses beside them.
The scene was somewhat chaotic; from the generals to the warriors below, everyone was whispering amongst themselves.
This was an extreme display of disorder, revealing the lax discipline of this army.
Even in the former Qian State, during grand festivals or when the imperial family felt inclined to watch military exercises on the training grounds, the Qian State's Imperial Guard could still maintain the bearing of "elite troops."
If this were Shengle City, such a situation would be utterly impossible. The discipline of Shengle's army was something no other state or faction's forces could rival.
For instance, when General Zheng took the stage, everyone knew precisely what actions to perform in unison, and what to do after he finished speaking.
