A sickly fellow ridiculed by the entire army? I'll be the most beautiful woman in the barracks!

Winter is approaching, and a cold wind is blowing across the training ground.

Thousands of dejected soldiers stood on the drill ground, some crookedly standing, others even squatting on the ground.

Upon seeing Yue Zhenyuan arrive, they perked up and tried to stand in formation, but the formation remained chaotic.

Several captains also went up to greet Yue Zhenyuan, bowing and saying hello.

Yue Zhenyuan stood with his hands behind his back, frowning as he looked at the soldiers in front of him, and shook his head slightly.

He turned to look at the captains beside him, his tone stern and deep.

"An army without a commander is like a pile of loose sand. Commander Wei Feng is dead, and now that the Tartars have not yet withdrawn from the border of Great Xia, his soldiers will be divided up and given to you!"

"You must quickly reorganize and unite all your forces as one, and you must not repeat the mistakes of yesterday."

A hint of joy flashed across the faces of the officers present. They had all suffered heavy losses in yesterday's battle, and having readily available reinforcements was the best thing.

However, the quality of Wei Feng's soldiers varied greatly. The captains were already thinking about who among them was familiar with the situation of Wei Feng's soldiers and that they should send someone to select the elite troops under Wei Feng.

Only Chu Hanchuan's lips curled slightly. He had already summoned two captains under his command who were most familiar with Wei Feng's soldiers.

Chu Hanchuan whispered instructions to the two captains behind him.

"You two, go and recruit the elites from that team as soon as possible. We need to keep the best of them."

The two captains nodded repeatedly upon hearing this, but before they could respond, Yue Zhenyuan in front of them continued to speak.

"Zhao Daxuan made great contributions in this battle! He will select half of the soldiers first, and the rest will be selected by you captains."

Upon hearing this, the faces of several captains immediately turned ugly, with Chu Hanchuan's face turning as black as the bottom of a pot, while Yue Zhenyuan pretended not to see it.

Zhao Daxuan stood behind Yue Zhenyuan, having already used his newly acquired skill [Observation] to scan them all. They were all uniformly hostile towards him.

I don't know when I offended them, and I can only sigh that outstanding people are always more likely to be envied.

"Commander Zhao, hurry up and select the men. The sooner you finish, the less time you'll waste everyone else's time."

Yue Zhenyuan spoke directly without turning his head. Zhao Daxuan behind him smiled slightly and walked straight to the front of the thousands of soldiers, drawing a horizontal line on the ground with his toes.

"Everyone, listen up! From this moment on, those I point to are soldiers of the Wangbei Camp! Step forward immediately and assemble at the line in front of me."

Zhao Daxuan's words startled the soldiers present, but most of them then showed joy.

They saw the benefits enjoyed by Wangbeiying and envied them.

When Zhao Daxuan was still a centurion, he led hundreds of men in training on the drill ground. Although the training was very hard every day, the daily feasts of fish and meat made many people drool.

Many people thought how wonderful it would be to join Zhao Daxuan's team.

It was only because Zhao Daxuan's team was always full or about to face major dangerous missions that he persuaded those people to withdraw.

However, Zhao Daxuan's strength is now vastly different from what it used to be, and even including yesterday's losses, he still has over a thousand soldiers under his command.

Moreover, many people believe that the Tartars were defeated yesterday, and the biggest crisis has now been eliminated.

Following Zhao Daxuan is definitely much better than staying under the command of other captains.

After Zhao Daxuan finished speaking, everyone straightened up and stared intently at him, their eyes revealing a look of longing.

Zhao Daxuan stood at the front of the formation, his gaze slowly sweeping over the soldiers before him. He activated his skill [Observational Skill] and carefully observed the soldiers in front of him.

The temperament, courage, and strength of the people all rose up in his mind.

"You, step forward! And you, you, you..."

Zhao Daxuan slowly paced in front of the ranks, his finger lightly pointing at the soldier he had chosen.

His requirements weren't high. He would accept anyone who was decent, honest, reliable, courageous, and without malicious intent, or who was grateful for kindness.

After all, these people can still be saved, but some soldiers are frivolous and dishonest, cowardly and afraid of death, or even harbor malicious intentions. No matter how strong these people are, he will not take them in.

Every soldier pointed at by Zhao Daxuan showed a joyful expression and excitedly ran out of the ranks to stand behind the horizontal line that Zhao Daxuan had just drawn.

As Zhao Daxuan walked past a tall soldier with a long scar on his face, he didn't even glance at him, causing a flash of anger to cross the soldier's eyes.

But he quickly suppressed his anger, put on a smiling face, and called out to Zhao Daxuan who had just walked by.

"Commander Zhao, wait a moment!"

Zhao Daxuan paused, but didn't turn around. He simply turned his head slightly and asked, "What is it?"

"I am a centurion under Captain Wei Feng. I killed two people single-handedly and made great contributions, which led to my promotion to squad leader."

"Commander Zhao, you may have overlooked me earlier, so I'm taking the liberty of recommending myself. I promise I won't let you down on the battlefield!"

The scarred soldier forced a wide smile, making the scars on his face appear even more distorted and somewhat frightening due to his exaggerated grin.

Zhao Daxuan had already seen this soldier; although he was burly and brave, he was also full of vigor.

However, he is impetuous, narrow-minded, and a treacherous person who cannot be trusted or relied upon.

Zhao Daxuan did not point it out in public, but simply shook his head slightly.

"I didn't overlook anything, it's just that you're not suitable for my Wangbei Camp."

After saying that, he prepared to continue selecting soldiers, but as soon as he turned around and had not yet taken a step away, he heard Scarface's angry shout of resentment from behind.

"I refuse to accept this!"

"Why do you choose even that bean sprout, while I'm so strong and good at fighting, and you don't choose me? That's not fair!"

The scarred-faced soldier pointed at a thin soldier standing behind the line, his face full of resentment.

The thin soldier who was publicly called out by Scarface showed no unusual expression; he simply stared at Scarface as if he were looking at an angry monkey.

Zhao Daxuan looked at the bean sprout that the scarred man was pointing at. This thin soldier looked frail, but he was calm, composed in the face of danger, and extremely resilient.

Zhao Daxuan believed that under his tutelage, the potential of this scarred man far exceeded that of the boy in front of him.

Shaking his head slightly, Zhao Daxuan said calmly, "So what? If I say you're not as good as him, then you are. Maybe you're better than him now, but that might not be the case a month from now."

"Impossible! How could someone as pathetic as him possibly surpass me?"

Scarface looked at the bean sprout-like soldier with disdain and contempt.

Zhao Daxuan didn't want to waste any more time on this, so he turned around and continued walking forward, saying firmly at the same time.

"If you don't believe me, challenge him to a duel in a month. If you can defeat him, you can come to my Wangbei Camp as a centurion."

Scarface's face lit up with ecstasy, then he grinned savagely at the bean sprout soldier behind the line, as if he could see the scene a month later where he would rub this bean sprout into the ground.

The thin soldier's face remained calm as he looked at the scarred man, a strange glint flashing in his eyes.