"Isn't this great? If Mr. Li, at such a young age, were to be conferred as a general, it would be an unparalleled honor, something others would envy."
Li Du's face was ashen, he didn't speak. If it were any other general, like his father, who would only deploy in times of war and enjoy leisure at home when at peace, it would be acceptable.
But a general stationed at the border must stay there indefinitely.
In his memory, General Qu only returned to the Capital City three or four times, and since then, has stayed in that desolate land until he could finally retire in his old age...
Moreover, what kind of honor is this?
The coarse food at the frontier, the rough living conditions, how can they compare to the luxurious life in the Capital City?
Shen Chen is clearly taking his revenge.
Li Du lay in the carriage, consumed by resentment.
Their contingent comprised about a hundred people, marching grandly towards the frontier.
