Infantry Department.
After lunch, Chen Mo went to the training grounds of the Infantry Department.
The banners waved vigorously, the Golden Drum resounded in unison.
On the high platform, Chen Mo, in his lightweight armor, frowned slightly as Gao Zheng jogged over, face full of flattery, and before he could speak, Chen Mo slapped him hard.
Gao Zheng looked at Chen Mo with a pitiful expression, "Sir..."
"Who told you to assemble the entire army?"
"Didn't you say there was something important, Sir..."
"Still arguing." Chen Mo kicked Gao Zheng and then said, "Muster a battalion of soldiers and follow me."
Gao Zheng quickly sent his subordinates to gather them and then followed Chen Mo with a fawning smile, "Sir, is there a rebellion somewhere?"
"It's not a rebellion," Chen Mo replied.
"Not a rebellion?" Gao Zheng furrowed his brow. If it's not a rebellion, why activate the Imperial Guard?
