His entire family perished in battle; he rose from the ashes to conquer the world.

Inside the tent, there was complete silence.

The generals, who were just moments before causing a huge commotion and exuding a murderous aura from alcohol, were now kneeling in unison before Mu Yuan. It seemed that their long-lost high morale had returned.

That familiar feeling, which has endured for a century, once again took hold of their minds and bodies.

Order from Prince Mu's Mansion.

That unassuming token seemed to possess a magical power. Once it appeared, as long as a man surnamed Mu raised it, he would command unconditional trust, and the spirit of the Xifu Army would be rekindled.

Qin Hongxiu gazed at the young man standing in the center with a complex expression. She even felt as if he could hold up the entire world.

Is he still the same Eighth Prince who is not only physically weak but also cowardly?

"Get up."

Finally, Mu Yuan spoke, breaking the silence.

His tone was flat, devoid of his previous sharp edge, as if he were speaking casually. It was as if the guy who had just slapped Yang Daye and called them cowards to their faces wasn't the real him.

"General!"

Yang Daye suddenly looked up. The slap was still clearly imprinted on his rough, burly face, but a fierce fire was burning in his eyes. He slammed his fist heavily on the armor in front of his chest, making a dull thud.

"This humble general deserves to die a thousand deaths; please punish me, Commander!"

"Please punish me, Commander!"

The generals roared loudly, their shouts seemingly about to overturn the entire tent.

They came to their senses and hated their previous confusion and weakness even more.

Mu Yuan's gaze slowly swept over everyone on the field, his expression indifferent: "Punishment? Now is not the time. What we need to do now is avenge my father and brothers and protect the vast borders of the southwest. I have no interest in playing these childish tricks with you."

He paused briefly, maintaining a calm tone: "The soldiers of the Mu Prince's Mansion may shed blood and die on the battlefield, but they must never be useless cowards waiting to die. Now, stand up!"

At the end, his tone suddenly rose, leaving no room for argument.

"Yes, sir!"

Yang Daye and the others trembled violently and immediately got up from the ground. Once they stood up, they all straightened their bodies, like straight javelins.

The atmosphere inside the tent also changed.

Unconsciously, their initial trust in the "Mu Wangfu Ling" transformed into a sense of awe and reverence for Mu Yuan himself.

Mu Yuan didn't give any inspiring speech at this moment. He just quietly looked at the most powerful and brave generals in the world today, as if he were examining his own sharp sword.

After a long, long time, he slowly spoke, and amidst everyone's expectant gaze, he issued his first order in charge of the army.

"Listen to my command."

His voice was calm and clear, reaching the ears of everyone present.

"Starting today, I will move into the camp. For the next month, I will share weal and woe with everyone, eat together, train together, and sleep together."

"In this military camp, there is no commander-in-chief, only a comrade-in-arms named Mu Yuan."

Silence returned.

Unlike the shock Mu Yuan had brought before, the generals felt only a deep sense of absurdity upon hearing the current order!

"How can this be allowed?"

The first person to object was surprisingly Yang Daye, who had just been slapped into submission by Mu Yuan.

He was extremely anxious, waving his large hands incessantly, and said anxiously, "General, this won't do! You, your body..."

He originally wanted to say that you were so weak, but he changed his mind in time.

"The soldiers in the barracks are all roughnecks, the food and sleep are terrible, and with winter just past, the weather is freezing cold—it's no joke. And the drills in the camp are even worse; they're real, brutal training. Every day, soldiers are lying down in pain…"

This is making your condition worse; you might even die!

"General Yang is right." Another general immediately chimed in, "Commander, your status is different; you are of noble birth and the backbone of the Western Army. We cannot take any risks!"

"General, please reconsider."

"General, you mustn't!"

This time, the generals weren't challenging Mu Yuan's authority, but rather genuinely worried about him.

Upon hearing this, Qin Hongxiu turned pale with shock.

Has Mu Yuan gone mad?

Without hesitation, she quickly walked to Mu Yuan's side, her beautiful eyes filled with disbelief and anxiety: "Eighth Brother, what nonsense are you talking about? This isn't the Prince's Mansion. If you keep causing trouble like this, you might die."

Having spent years immersed in military life, she knew better than anyone how rigorous the daily training of the Xifu Army was.

After all, there's no room for deception in surviving a life-or-death battlefield. Even if Mu Yuan had been sickly for over a decade, she herself felt utterly exhausted after training like this every day.

Seeing her anxious expression, and glancing at the incomprehensible faces around them, Mu Yuan cursed inwardly.

Damn it, did they think I didn't know I was going to die? My body definitely can't take it now.

But what was he in his past life? He was an elite among elite special forces soldiers. In his mind, there was no retreat, and no fear of death! If he didn't unleash all his potential and train himself to be like a vicious wolf, how could he expect these arrogant and fierce soldiers to truly submit to him?

Without saying a word, he pushed Qin Hongxiu aside and his gaze sharpened once again.

Do you all think I'm just playing house or joking around?

His voice gradually turned cold, and the sharp aura he had previously suppressed quickly spread out once again.

He strode up to Yang Daye and stared at him intently.

"Yang Daye, what you just said means you think I can't possibly lead everyone to revenge, right or wrong?"

Yang Daye opened his mouth wide, but dared not utter a single word.

"But what you said at the beginning was actually quite right." Mu Yuan's voice wasn't loud, but his tone was firm: "A commander who has never shared weal and woe with everyone, eaten and lived with them, certainly has no right to tell everyone to charge into battle recklessly, to shed blood and sacrifice themselves!"

His sharp gaze swept over each general, like a wolf king surveying his subordinates.

"As commander, I need to know the capabilities of my soldiers, their specialties, and their limits!"

"And they also need to understand me, and what kind of guy the person leading them is!"

"Only they will witness firsthand that the commander who will lead them through enemy territory and annihilate all their enemies is definitely not a useless coward who can only hide in the back and talk the talk!"

"They should also know that I, Mu Yuan, am willing to stand with everyone, no matter what.

These words, like a stone thrown into still water, stirred up a thousand waves, and the generals on the field immediately erupted in excitement.