The Marquis—!
How many people join the military just to make a name for themselves, to achieve great deeds so that those who once looked down on them can see that they are not thugs or scoundrels, that they too can bring glory to their ancestors!
Right now, Xiao Hongshen's single mention of the Marquis completely scattered the already disintegrating morale of the army.
All that remained in everyone's minds were these three words.
Kill Yan Wanqing, and you could be made a Marquis.
This title of nobility could be inherited, and henceforth one could marry a lady from an official's family, something unimaginable before, and then pass on the title to generations to come.
All of this, just kill Yan Wanqing and it could be yours.
Their eyes gradually began to burn with fervor.
Seeing this, Xiao Hongshen's eyes flashed with disdain and darkness.
A bunch of fools who knew nothing about life and death.
