"As we step into the world again, we shall surely make our names known far and wide."
"The Poet says, 'In March the fireworks go down to Jiangnan.' And now, the timing is just right."
The sixteen-year-old young general took a deep breath and suddenly called out:
"Ling Pingyang!"
The "Dragon of Yue Army," clad in heavy armor, stood up and cupped his fists, saying, "This subordinate is present."
The atmosphere became instantly solemn and tense, with only the wind outside the commander's tent remaining gentle, carrying the scent of spring flowers from Jiangnan, causing the camp's flags to flutter fiercely. Li Guanyi picked up an iron plaque with his eyes closed. When he opened them, all traces of fear, timidity, and panic were erased.
He tossed the rough Tiger Talisman over, saying:
"You shall be the Right Captain, leading five hundred heavy cavalry, ready on the eastern side."
"Once the enemy force shows signs of faltering, lead your troops in a charge."
