No matter how lousy they are, they're still Prefecture Soldiers.
They'd at least have some basic training.
Like those amateur sports teams in his past life—they might suck, but they'd still beat the real noobs.
On his way over, Lu Chang'sheng had already dealt with a bunch of noble brats. Even if some slipped through, no way they'd dare show their faces now.
With the way those noble clans play their games, they'd have other means to sabotage his control of the army—hell, they might just toss Lord Zhao aside entirely if it suited them.
But Lu Chang'sheng had never actually counted on Longyang Prefecture's soldiers; all he wanted was to buy himself enough time.
With swift, ruthless moves, he'd gathered a motley crew around him. The only thing these men had in common was raw ambition, big enough to choke the sky.
It didn't take long for the first battle to break out.
The Longyang Prefecture Soldiers formed ranks and clashed with the rebels, eking out a small victory.
