In front of the base.
A middle-aged woman was pulling Wang Hao and Le Xuan forward when she excitedly shouted to those inside, "Everyone, come out! The Marshal's son is here..."
Instantly, the military tent boiled over with excitement, and a crowd surged out rapidly.
"The Marshal's son? Could it be the Young Marshal!?"
"It must be him, I heard from the newcomers that this Young Marshal is exceptional, becoming a Marshal at just eighteen."
"What's the use of becoming a Marshal? He's nothing compared to our Marshal."
"Right, I heard that this Young Marshal actually signed a land and reparations treaty with the Alien Race."
"If it were our Marshal, he would definitely beat some sense into that useless son."
"Enough, don't say that, the Young Marshal is only eighteen, what does he know! It's obviously someone's trap."
"Exactly, it must have been the high ranks of the Military Department who agreed with the Alien Race, then let the Young Marshal sign the treaty."
