"Captain Bai."
"Captain Bai."
...
The three men before Bai Yuan spoke in unison, their voices a mixture of placidity, reverence, and envy.
These three were his subordinates in the Wei Camp.
"Ten-Household Captain" was merely an official title. It could mean commanding just one or two men, or it could mean dozens.
Take Zhao Han, for example. Although he was only a Ten-Household Captain in the Slaughter Camp, he commanded a full fifty men—more than some Commanders.
Zhao Han had merely brought him to the Wei Camp's barracks, spoken a few simple words, and then left.
In his eyes, Bai Yuan wouldn't be staying in the Wei Camp for long, so there was no need to waste much time on him.
If not for meeting and being valued by Commander Yu back when he was a nobody, Zhao Han's personality would have never allowed him to become the Commander of the Wei Camp.
"Captain Bai, would you like to go on a patrol?"
An older veteran soldier stepped forward and asked.
