My Cultivation Starting from Archery-Chapter 572 - 201: Above Martial Saint, the Court Grows Suspicious_2

"Lord Governor."

An old officer asked, "You suddenly gathered us here; do you have any urgent orders to command?"

Sun Xiangzong calmly said, "Today's training, I will personally oversee it. Let's start."

"Really?"

The old officer immediately said in a high-pitched voice, "Hurry up and train, whether you are a soldier or an officer, anyone who can receive personal guidance from the Lord Governor will benefit for a lifetime!"

The Lord Governor had not participated in the group training for many years, instead, he entrusted his disciples with the responsibility.

Today was indeed a rarity.

"Yes!"

"Dong Dong Dong—"

The war drums sounded.

The soldiers from five camps inside Liangzhou City began their training.

The training was divided into military formations and individual drills.

Sun Xiangzong, with his hands behind his back, began to inspect the Martial Arts Arena, speaking a few words when he encountered any issues, whether those involved were veterans from the Eight Camps or newcomers sent by the court.

It wasn't until noon that he declared the end.

He climbed back up on the high platform. His voice, seemingly not loud, was however clear to the more than seventy thousand people present.

"Eighty years."

"I remember it was the thirty-sixth year of Jiayuan."

"At that time, His Majesty, who was still an Azure Dragon, and I came to Beiliang under the imperial court's order. We organized a troop to assist the then Liangzhou Guard Station in repelling the barbarians from the Great Desert."

"Initially, I had only eight hundred men under my command."

"Later, it became three thousand, five thousand, then ten thousand, until Heavenly Strategy Camp was established."

"Then there was Xuanwu Camp, White Tiger Camp..."

"Gradually, we had the Eight Camps."

"Unconsciously, nearly a hundred years passed by."

"The Eight Camps have grown into the Fourteen Camps of the Beiliang Army."

"People changed batch by batch."

"I'm getting older, my memory is increasingly poor, and I don't recognize many people."

"It seems, it's time for me to retire."

"Retire?"

Rumors had been circulating in the streets for many years that Sun Xiangzong's life would not be long.

Back then, he seldom appeared in public, and the officers and soldiers of the Eight Camps all thought it was true, which led to later events such as various decentralizations, Ning Changqun establishing his authority, and other messy affairs.

It wasn't until Selected Point that the old governor speared Ning Changqun to death, restoring his authority immediately, and everyone knew that the Supervisor was just appearing less, not really aging.

But this time during the northern expedition to the Great Desert...

Sun Xiangzong was the nominal Commander, but he did not participate in reality.

In the end,

it was thanks to his closed-door disciple, that General Chen from Hongze Camp, who turned the tide and severely defeated the Barbarian Army, resolving the crisis.

They also just found out yesterday.

What had happened after Hongze Camp moved north.

Sealing Langju!

The Four Barbarian Tribes bowed down to the White Robe!

Not to mention the founding of Dasheng.

Even for a thousand years,

no dynasty in the Central Plains had ever produced such a military officer.

Just one battle,

brought about at least fifty years of peace to the borders.

It can be said,

he is now the foremost figure in the Beiliang Army.

In the past,

everyone in the army venerated the founder of the Eight Camps, whose campaigns in the south and north had shaken the world, Sun Dushi.

But in the future,

in the hearts of the young, it is likely that they will regard Chen Sansi in the White Robe as their role model.

But that's just the young people.

The prestige and position of Sun Xiangzong,

are irreplaceable in the hearts of the middle-aged generals.

"Lord Governor... "

A few old officers, holding their fists, were a bit at a loss for words.

"Hongze Camp."

Sun Xiangzong came to the front of Hongze Camp: "You've just set up camp and achieved such great merits. According to the usual practice, I should personally reward you and select some external disciples."

"But since it's time for me to retire, naturally I can no longer teach."

"I can only gift your Main General a weapon as a reward."

"The future Beiliang will belong to you young people."

"Buzz—

As his voice fell,

in the eyes of tens of thousands,

only a flash of spirit light was seen.

When the light gradually faded,

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everyone saw,

in Sun Xiangzong's hands, holding a Silver Dragon.

That was...

the Longdan Bright Silver Spear!

A weapon well-known to everyone!

For the past sixty years, Sun Xiangzong has been traversing the world with it!

Years ago.

When Dasheng went to war with the West Qi Kingdom,

due to special reasons, Sun Xiangzong could not personally dispatch troops. Even the gold medals from the Capital City and the Tiger Talismans in the Eight Camps were ineffective, until someone brought the Longdan Bright Silver Spear, which allowed the dispatch of troops and generals.

Basically, it was a situation where the weapon was recognized over the person.

It can be said, the one holding the Longdan Bright Silver Spear was the Commander of the Eight Camps.

Now...

In front of tens of thousands of soldiers, Sun Dushi handed over the Longdan Bright Silver Spear to Chen Sansi, the deep implication was self-evident!

This was...

Inheritance!

The inheritance of the mantle!

This was telling everyone,

from now on,

the White Robe will be Beiliang Army's, "Heaven!"

Even though he might not yet be the Supervisor,

with this spear in hand,

both mid and elder-aged generals would recognize it.

"Thanks to Sun Dushi for bestowing the spear!"

Chen Sansi received the silver spear with both hands, as if truly grasping a Silver Dragon in his hand, buzzing continuously, and even seemed somewhat uncontrollable.

He also realized just now what his master had intended by letting him come to the camp.

One generation replaces the former,

A new generation replaces the old.

Old master,

This was passing on all the prestige accumulated over his lifetime.

Publicly,

handing it over to him.

"Supervisor mighty!"

"General Chen mighty—"

Within Hongze Camp,

Zhao Kang and Zhu Tong exchanged glances, then led the shouting.

"Supervisor mighty!"

"General Chen mighty!"

"..."

The sound began to spread.

Wave after wave,

Soon.

The word "mighty" echoed through the skies.