Half a month later, in the grand and imposing royal hall of the former capital of Yin Country, Wang Zhifan sat high on the throne, with four trusted subordinates lined up below.
Among them were the young armored general he brought to lead the troops here, as well as two officers he had promoted from the Yin Country Army, and even the old chief minister of Feng Country appeared here.
"Lord Sun, have the bandits within the borders been completely eradicated by today?"
At this moment, Wang Zhifan, on the throne, looked at the young man with a cold demeanor standing respectfully below, questioning this once young armored general who had matured in the battlefield massacres of the past fortnight.
"Reporting to the King! Recently, this humble general has cooperated with General Han and Mr. Liou to thoroughly purge all banditry within the borders. Whether on old or new lands, everything is completely under the King's rule, leaving no place for rebels and traitors!"
