Chapter 339 Selection

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Chapter 339 of "After Transmigration, I Snag a Stunning Bigwig as My Husband" kicks off with thrilling moments: Without giving Su Yang a chance to refuse, the Marquis Dongxiang reached out and scooped... Read more!

Without giving Su Yang a chance to refuse, the Marquis Dongxiang reached out and scooped him up, directly carrying him out of the mansion.Young Master Su: "...." Exhausted. Although he was still young, can’t they respect his opinion? This feeling of being treated like he’s speaking nonsense whether he talks or not is really unpleasant. The Marquis Dongxiang rode off with him on horseback, heading straight for the military camp. Young Master Su looked sullenly at the bustling streets. The most frustrating thing in the world is traveling down the same road— While others are shopping, he’s just passing by. He couldn’t understand why his father suddenly decided to take him to the military camp. Galloping all the way with sights passing by, they soon left the busy streets and the crowd thinned out considerably. After running for about half an hour, the military camp appeared in the distance. Faint sounds of training drifted over. Arriving at the camp gate on horseback, the Marquis Dongxiang was stopped by soldiers, "The camp is a restricted area, unauthorized persons are not allowed entry." Uncle Lin, following behind the Marquis Dongxiang, said, "Hasn’t anyone informed you that the Marquis Dongxiang is here to pick out eight hundred soldiers?" "We were not informed!" a soldier shouted loudly. Young Master Su stroked the horse’s mane, looking with a relish for the drama on his face. Talking to his father like that, one must have quite the nerve. His father could hit someone without even furrowing his brow. But unexpectedly, the Marquis Dongxiang did not react. "Send word that I’m looking for General Wei Yuan," the Marquis Dongxiang said. They couldn’t let the Marquis Dongxiang into the camp, but the soldiers didn’t dare to not relay the message. One of the soldiers ran to pass the message. Soon, General Wei Yuan arrived. Striding over with large steps, he said, "Why did the Marquis Dongxiang come so early today?" The Marquis Dongxiang dismounted, and General Wei Yuan looked at Su Yang, saying, "It’s been a while since I last saw him, the Young Master has grown quite a bit." "Hello, Uncle General Wei Yuan," Young Master Su sweetly replied. General Wei Yuan chuckled and invited the Marquis Dongxiang into the camp. General Wei Yuan was the nephew of Marquis Jibei. Marquis Jibei was quite courteous toward the Marquis Dongxiang, and so naturally, General Wei Yuan wouldn’t show any ill will. However, though he didn’t, there were plenty in the camp displeased with the Marquis Dongxiang. Check latest chapters at novel✦fire.net Especially as the Marquis Dongxiang came only accompanied by two attendants and a son this time. The camp is a critical area, if he dared to act recklessly, they would make sure he wouldn’t come back. General Zhongwu detested the Marquis Dongxiang deeply. He glanced at Young Master Su and then looked at the Marquis Dongxiang, asking, "The Marquis comes to pick soldiers to deal with bandits, and brings his son. Is he here on business or pleasure?" "Today, my son will help me pick the soldiers," the Marquis Dongxiang’s voice boomed like a drum. General Zhongwu’s eyes turned cold, "The Marquis Dongxiang surely doesn’t take the military camp seriously!" The Marquis Dongxiang ignored him, motioning for General Wei Yuan to lead him to the training grounds. The training grounds were large, with thousands of soldiers drilling inside. Seeing the Marquis Dongxiang arrive, they all looked at him. After all, the Marquis Dongxiang was a legendary figure, turning from a bandit leader the court wished to eliminate into a Marquis recognized by the court, even daring to hit the mighty Duke Chong, he’s a man of boldness whom everyone wants to see. Those eyes circled around the Marquis Dongxiang a few times; all they could say was, knowing he was the Marquis Dongxiang was the only thing that spared them from guessing he was a bandit. In their eyes, bandits were burly, rustic, and overbearing. The generals gathered at the training grounds, curious as to how the Marquis Dongxiang would select the eight hundred soldiers. The Marquis Dongxiang glanced around, seeing there were roughly three thousand soldiers present. "How will the Marquis Dongxiang select soldiers?" General Zhongwu asked. Young Master Su looked at him, "Didn’t my father just say that? He’s letting me choose." General Zhongwu’s face darkened. The Marquis Dongxiang looked at the generals, saying, "My son isn’t yet seven years old. Later, he will do the horse stance with these soldiers. If anyone can’t hold it longer than my son, I don’t want them." "Marquis Dongxiang!" General Zhongwu’s expression was icy. "The Emperor sent you to select soldiers, not to humiliate our Daqi warriors!" "Humiliate?" The Marquis Dongxiang laughed. "These words are too premature. The other generals advised General Zhongwu to hold his tongue. The Emperor allowed the Marquis Dongxiang to pick out eight hundred soldiers and even gave him a day. What was the point in trying to stop him if he wanted to select them like this? How long could a kid under seven hold the stance? An hour to the extreme. The other generals stayed silent, so General Zhongwu made no further objections. The soldiers lined up obediently. Young Master Su looked at the Marquis Dongxiang and said, "Father, sorry about it, the price is going up." The Marquis Dongxiang’s face turned dark. "However long you hold out, that’s how long I’ll take you shopping," the Marquis Dongxiang said. "Deal!" Young Master Su replied enthusiastically. As he was about to do the horse stance, the Marquis Dongxiang said, "Before you start the stance, run two laps first to avoid taking advantage of anyone." "That counts toward the time then?" Young Master Su asked. "Yes." At the Marquis Dongxiang’s command, Young Master Su started running laps. The generals’ faces were all darkened. Young Master Su ran three laps and was slightly panting. He stood before the soldiers and began the horse stance. To Young Master Su, the horse stance was a piece of cake. Which day doesn’t start with him holding the stance for over half an hour? For the sake of shopping, he was determined! Young Master Su stood in front; many people could see him. But after an hour— He remained completely still. Some soldiers were already struggling, sweating profusely. Before long, there were those who couldn’t hold out and admitted defeat. The soldiers who thought the Marquis Dongxiang was insulting them felt a burning shame. After two hours, more than three hundred soldiers had collapsed from exhaustion. After a short break, another four hundred soldiers conceded. As time went on, more dropped off. Three hours later, less than twelve hundred remained. Half a day later, fewer than nine hundred were left. Young Master Su was feeling a bit tired but still managed to hold out. He eliminated just enough to make eight hundred. "Enough," the Marquis Dongxiang said. "I can still hold out for another hour," Young Master Su insisted. He wasn’t aiming to disqualify others; he was simply wanting more time to shop. Of course. If shopping and helping his father save face were both achieved, it would be a twofold success. The soldiers on the field, the eight hundred selected, were dripping with sweat, on the verge of falling. But they were all persevering. For these seven-foot men not to outlast a seven-year-old child, where would their dignity lie? They had to grit their teeth and endure! An hour later. Young Master Su plopped down. The moment he collapsed, the eight hundred soldiers also fell down, leaving only about a hundred still standing. The Marquis Dongxiang looked at the generals and said, "I’ll be taking these eight hundred soldiers with me." The generals’ faces were purple with fury. The Duke Chong forbids the Marquis Dongxiang from taking the finest soldiers from the army, yet he chooses in this manner! And they couldn’t say a thing! The Marquis Dongxiang picked out merely a group of soldiers who barely outlasted his son. Could such soldiers be labeled as excellent? The words couldn’t even come out of their mouths! They dared not imagine what fury would ignite in the Emperor when news from the camp reached his ears.

Chapter 339 Selection

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