After Wang Jian led the other generals away,
in the center of the drill ground—
Zhang Han and other familiar Army Marquis crowded around, along with many elite soldiers.
"Congratulations, Commander!"
"Congratulations, Military Commander Wang."
Everyone offered their congratulations to Zhao Feng one after another.
Zhao Feng naturally smiled, returning the greeting with clasped fists.
"What a pity."
"If only the Commander could lead our Commandant Camp troops personally."
"With the Commander's strength, our Commandant Camp could sweep away anyone." Zhang Han said with a look of disappointment.
"Oh? So you're not happy with your Military Commander Wang?" Zhao Feng teased with a laugh.
"It's not disappointment exactly, it's just... our Military Commander Wang always feels a bit odd, not quite the bold type to lead troops."
