Early the next morning.
Outside the government posthouse.
"Check the equipment, two soldiers at a time put on armor for each other." Sun Meng stood in front of Chen Mo, hand gripping the handle of his horizontal saber, loudly proclaiming.
"Yes." The soldiers kept their hands busy, responding in unison, meticulously inspecting the crossbows and round shields they wore.
It's not an exaggeration to say that Chen Mo's personal soldiers are equipped as well as any army in the world, and their fighting ability is among the best, after all, they've been forged in the harshness of the battlefield.
Arriving in a foreign land, instead of feeling fearful, their morale was even higher than it had been in Linzhou.
Their equipment and the leading commander emblematized bravery—the fully equipped Bright Armor, and hand crossbows ready to fire with a pull of the trigger, coupled with the presence of someone as formidable as Chen Mo, kept the soldiers' spirits high.
