Chapter 120: First Inspection of the Military Camp

When the Sunshine Country's envoy arrived to welcome Sang Jie Guiyi's return, at the front gate of Pingxi Prince's Mansion, they knelt all over the ground.

No way, the Empire's strongest war god, General Yang Ye, just stood casually at the gate with his hands behind his back, and that alone was enough to scare them into losing bowel and bladder control.

As for the western war achievements, the Sunshine Country people know them better than anyone.

To be enemies with Prince Pingxi?

You're joking.

Sang Jie Guiyi was finally taken away by the envoy.

But before she left, she kept turning back every few steps, constantly looking at Yang Jun.

Her eyes were fixed on Yang Jun.

In her gaze, there was resentment, indignation, and strong dissatisfaction.

How could these things happen to me?

Yang Jun, you bastard, once I become the God Emperor, I'll settle the score with you then.

"That Sang Jie Guiyi, just leaving is fine, but she keeps staring at people."

"There's no helping it, my charm is too great, that's just how it is—what woman could bear to leave me?"

Yang Jun gave a hehe smile, hands behind his back, nodding repeatedly.

This feeling is really damn awesome!

But just then, a hand slapped Yang Jun's head hard.

"You..."

With a slap sound, Yang Jun got angry, but as soon as a word left his mouth, he hastily shut up.

Behind him was Yang Ye glaring at him angrily.

"Dad, what are you doing for no reason?"

"What? You little brat, how many women do you have?"

Yang Ye was very dissatisfied; the princess is still in the mansion, yet this brat doesn't know how to restrain himself.

"Dad, I have important responsibilities; otherwise, you could come? You give me a few brothers and sisters, and I wouldn't have to worry about this."

Yang Jun spread his hands, and in that sentence, Yang Ye was about to flare up again.

Seeing this, Yang Jun hurriedly spoke again.

"Dad, you should actually think about it."

"The reason I have so many women involved with me in that sort of thing..."

"It's not because I'm your son?"

"A hero's son is bound to be outstanding; this brilliance can't be hidden."

Hearing Yang Jun's words, Yang Ye, who originally had a stern face trying to look imposing, could no longer keep up the act.

"Come on, let's go together."

As Yang Ye spoke, the sternness in his eyes faded, filled with indulgence; looking at his son, no matter how, he found him satisfying.

"Good."

Yang Jun didn't ask any questions, just nodded.

"You're not asking where we're going?"

"You're my father; you wouldn't harm me, would you?"

"Alright, let's go, destination: the military camp."

Yang Jun gave a slight smile, and in that sentence Yang Ye nodded repeatedly.

Indeed, he lives up to being my son; this courage and boldness are unmatched by anyone else.

Yang Jun also knows that just yesterday an imperial edict came down, so the military authority must be handed over.

My father entering the military camp is naturally to meet old friends.

Whether it's to pacify or to vent, this is a necessary procedure.

Outside the capital, the Pacified West Army is stationed.

Zhou Tian now looks mighty, riding a tall horse with countless guards.

Today the handover is official; I will become the Acting General of Pacified West.

This is quite glorious for the family.

However, when Zhou Tian led his people into the camp, he discovered that no one in the camp paid him any attention.

Even the cooks were busy making food, treating them as nothing.

"The Pacified West Army has always been strict in discipline, but today the chief commander arrives and they dare to treat him so laxly—what kind of conduct is this?"

Zhou Tian's lackey, seeing this, immediately jumped out, his target of scolding being exactly a cook.

"Get lost!"

The cook directly grabbed a burning stick and swung it; the lackey, frightened, hurriedly retreated.

Zhou Tian's face darkened, his anger surging.

The lackey was scolded and driven away, utterly indignant.

"General Zhou has an imperial edict in hand, accepting the Pacified West Army—what are you planning to do? Rebel against the edict?"

The lackey shouted loudly, but the Pacified West Army seemed not to hear, continuing to do their own thing.

Those who should cook cook; those who should play continue to play.

We're already in the capital—no eating, still fighting?

Imperial edict?

They certainly received it as well.

But they refused, unwilling.

The Pacified West Army has always had only one commander-in-chief; absolutely no one else is allowed!

However, as soldiers, they are bound by military discipline.

Otherwise, even if we cause a big scene, what is there to fear?

Since you dare to defy the edict, we will enforce military regulations and punish you with twenty strokes!

Zhou Tian's expression was cold, his face full of displeasure.

As for taking over, we have long considered it.

Since they refuse to comply, let us give them a lesson so they will obey.

Only when the initial show of force is carried out properly will one's position be secure.

At Zhou Tian's order, his men immediately stepped forward, ready to strike.

However, the squad leaders and the other Pacified West Army all rose to their feet, each holding weapons.

Their movements were uniform, they said nothing, but they stared fixedly at Zhou Tian and his men.

In an instant, a murderous aura rushed toward them.

That was an aura capable of destroying heaven and earth, as if in a moment everything would be reduced to ashes.

Zhou Tian's men were subdued, they halted their steps, and inexplicably their mouths felt dry.

What are you trying to do? I, the general, have come by imperial decree to command you, to defend home and country; have you forgotten your duty and mission?

Zhou Tian shouted, reasserting his authority.

Damn it, you hairless brat, where do you get off telling me to scram? Go have your mother try, you're incapable!

An angry shout rang out from the Pacified West Army; though no one could tell where it came from, the curse immediately provoked loud laughter.

You who defy the edict, I will report to the imperial court and inform His Majesty; see how you will be punished!

Zhou Tian is smart, but he dare not openly clash with these men; that would be suicide.

Against these ruffians, we need to use some tactics.

The strongest thing I now hold is none other than the imperial edict.

Only by producing this can one prove one's strength.

Otherwise, the consequences would be absolutely dire.

Having said that, Zhou Tian did not immediately turn to leave.

Intimidation is merely a surface bluff, not his true intention.

At that moment, those unruly Pacified West Army men all stood at attention and performed a military salute.

Greetings, General!

Their movements were neat and uniform, their voices loud and deafening.

Zhou Tian was satisfied, nodding slightly; it seems these men were still frightened by his threat to report to the emperor.

But suddenly, Zhou Tian felt something was off.

But their gazes were not directed at him!

Feeling uneasy, Zhou Tian quickly shifted his gaze to follow the Pacified West Army's line of sight.

At the entrance to the camp stood two war horses.

Yang Ye and Yang Jun, father and son, had dismounted and were walking over here.