Chapter 340: Roster

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Chapter 340 of "After Transmigration, I Snag a Stunning Bigwig as My Husband" kicks off revealing secrets: As they expected, once the Emperor learned of the events in the military camp, his... Keep reading!

As they expected, once the Emperor learned of the events in the military camp, his imperial rage was unstoppable, blazing with fury.Initially, the little eunuch reported that Marquis Dongxiang took a son to the military camp to compete in horse stance training with the soldiers, and the Emperor assumed it was Su Chong whom the Marquis brought along. Su Chong could join forces with Prince NanAn and others to reach a draw, his martial arts skills were exceptional. Competing with him in horse stance, it wouldn’t be surprising for the military soldiers to lose. Upon hearing the little eunuch say that Marquis Dongxiang brought his younger son, the Emperor’s face turned green with smoke. The court had dispatched troops several times to eliminate bandits, but to no avail against Marquis Dongxiang, which had already brought shame to the court. And now— The majestic soldiers of Daqi couldn’t even surpass a seven-year-old child?! No! A child not even seven years old! Relying on such soldiers to safeguard the nation, it was no wonder they were routed in battle! The next morning at court, the Emperor scolded those generals harshly. No one dared to retort, not even Duke Chong. Out of three thousand soldiers, barely eight hundred could match the son of Marquis Dongxiang. If Marquis Dongxiang hadn’t let Su Yang run a few laps, Duke Chong could have made excuses that the soldiers were too fatigued from training to endure long. But when Young Master Su was running laps, the soldiers were resting. Young Master Su finished his laps and immediately did a horse stance. In this comparison, the explanations were like slapping one’s own face. Enduring it, they pretended the Emperor sitting on the Dragon Chair wasn’t chastising them. No one admitted fault, and the Emperor’s fury grew. Seizing the moment of the Emperor’s anger, Marquis Dongxiang said, "Emperor, those eight hundred soldiers should henceforth fall under my command. I will make them undergo a transformation." Hmm. Still, no one dared to speak a word. The Emperor raised his hand and said, "Approved." Just like that— Marquis Dongxiang gained eight hundred subordinates. Eight hundred soldiers were not much for the court, but Duke Chong’s intention was to have Marquis Dongxiang lead troops to Yu State to quash bandits, arranging an ambush on the way to take his life. He would place his own people among the eight hundred soldiers. No matter how high Marquis Dongxiang’s martial arts skills were, with inside and outside collaboration, he couldn’t escape. But what he did not anticipate was that Marquis Dongxiang would negotiate terms with the Emperor, wanting to personally select the eight hundred soldiers, taking them away right after selection. The soldiers in the army had no idea who had been taken away. The plan was thwarted into chaos by Marquis Dongxiang right from the start! Duke Chong nearly bit through his silver teeth. That day’s morning court session didn’t discuss anything else; the Emperor lambasted them and then adjourned. After the Emperor left, Duke Chong attacked Marquis Dongxiang, "Humiliating the court’s soldiers like this and causing the Emperor to be furiously enraged, are you satisfied?!" Marquis Dongxiang chuckled, "Why didn’t Duke Chong dare say that in front of the Emperor just now?" "It seems the Emperor wasted his breath for nothing. Duke Chong and the generals never intended to resolve the issue, only aimed to deal with the one who caused it," Marquis Dongxiang said with a sarcastic expression. Leaving those words behind, Marquis Dongxiang turned and left. Behind him, Duke Chong clenched his fists, the veins on the back of his hands bulging. The previous day, Marquis Dongxiang had directly taken eight hundred soldiers out of the camp, setting up camp elsewhere. After exiting the palace, Marquis Dongxiang headed straight for the military camp. Uncle Lin saw him coming and said, "Marquis, their names and native places have all been recorded." "Go find General Wei Yuan to fetch their roster," Marquis Dongxiang ordered. Uncle Lin then went to the camp. The camps were not far apart, only separated by a few miles. The eight hundred soldiers were training, following the same old method, the intensity of which Marquis Dongxiang found lacking, unable to truly unlock one’s potential. Half an hour later, Uncle Lin returned with a thick roster. He compared the roster with the newly copied list and said, "Marquis, there are fifty-six people whose native origin doesn’t match." Marquis Dongxiang glanced at the roster, looked at those soldiers, and asked, "What does it mean that the native origin doesn’t match?" "Will you come forward to admit your mistake, or should I call out names one by one?" Marquis Dongxiang’s face was stern and cold. The soldiers looked at each other, not daring to breathe heavily. "Where’s the courage to deceive me, Marquis Dongxiang?" Marquis Dongxiang asked. The previous day, after Marquis Dongxiang selected eight hundred soldiers, he requested their roster from the generals. The generals refused to give the roster to Marquis Dongxiang. They only intended for him to take soldiers to quash bandits, not needing to know every detail. Marquis Dongxiang didn’t argue and led them away. At that time, Marquis Dongxiang asked this in front of them, so they knew Marquis Dongxiang couldn’t obtain their roster, giving them the courage to falsify records. What they didn’t expect was that the Marquis Dongxiang, who couldn’t get the roster yesterday, got it today. Those soldiers turned pale, trembling all over. "Come forward and admit your mistake, I, Marquis Dongxiang, will let bygones be bygones. If I have to call out names, you’ll face military punishment!" The soldiers dropped to their knees with a thud. Once one took the lead, others also fell to their knees. "I told you to step forward, not kneel!" Marquis Dongxiang said. The soldiers quickly stood up, wobbling on their legs, and walked over to Marquis Dongxiang. Looking at them, Marquis Dongxiang asked, "Why report false rosters?" None spoke. "Do you want to desert, or are you afraid I’ll trouble your parents and wives?" Marquis Dongxiang queried. Still, no one replied. Marquis Dongxiang walked up to the soldiers, each of their hearts trembling like shaking sieves. Marquis Dongxiang said, "I don’t care for what reasons you reported false rosters, but I, Marquis Dongxiang, keep my word." "Although I requested you from the Emperor, I, Marquis Dongxiang, will not force anyone." Uncle Lin lit an incense stick. Marquis Dongxiang pointed at the incense and said, "Before this incense burns out, anyone unwilling to stay may leave. I won’t hinder you, and there’ll be no retribution." "Once the incense is burnt out, whoever remains on this training ground will serve under me, Marquis Dongxiang." The incense burnt quietly. The source of this content ɪs NoveI-Fire.ɴet The soldiers looked at each other, and none dared to move. Uncle Lin was perceptive. Knowing they lacked the courage to be the first, he arranged some to boost their morale. First, a soldier stepped out and left. Then, a second soldier followed suit... With someone taking the lead, the soldiers began to stir. Especially those who falsified records, twenty or more left at once. When the incense burnt out, the training ground was left with only seven hundred men. Though many left, Marquis Dongxiang wasn’t angry in the least. He was even quite pleased. Because the number remaining exceeded his expectations. Uncle Lin cleared away the incense burner, and Marquis Dongxiang began to instruct, though Uncle Lin had primed them before his arrival. In essence, it boiled down to one statement— Marquis Dongxiang has his own unique training methods, different from before, which will be quite taxing. But all the hardship is worth it; on the battlefield, if you are not stronger than others, you will become their victim. Don’t rely on luck. Think of your parents and children; it’s a gamble you can’t afford to lose. Training is arduous, but consider Young Master Su. His ability to hold a horse stance for over half an hour wasn’t innate. Marquis Dongxiang required him to practice daily, rain or shine, without fail. As seven-foot men, they shouldn’t be inferior to a child.

Chapter 340: Roster

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