He noticed that the chiefs and mainstay leaders of the local tycoons, all with a slight uplift in their demeanor, fell into deep thought, finally sheathing the long swords in their hands.
"Wei Yang! Later you'll lead a thousand troops to oversee the battle on our left flank. Anyone who dares to defy orders, fights poorly, or flees during combat, execute them!"
Upon hearing this, the faces of the twenty-some big-township tycoons in the tent spasmed.
Their forces constituted the majority on the left flank.
Initially, it was about reasoning with them compassionately; now it was about coercion with swords and spears, and compulsion with power.
It seemed that the Young Flag Master still didn't trust them—
