His voice wasn't loud, but it was incredibly powerful, steadily reaching the soldiers outside, suppressing their disorderly noise.
How does the General do it?
Pang Hu, who could only shout louder than anyone else, was utterly perplexed.
He wanted to learn too.
But he dared not ask the General to teach him.
Pang Hu sneakily glanced up at Wen Ranchen. The General had such a pleasant smile, yet it was terrifying.
He quickly lowered his head nimbly, aligning himself in two ranks along with everyone else, abandoning resistance, and swiftly opened the door.
The door opened too suddenly, many soldiers couldn't adjust themselves in time, and what Pang Hu saw was a soldier picking at his toes.
There was plenty of dirt on them, continuously falling with the rubbing of his hand.
Tsk, what a mess.
Pang Hu averted his gaze. He took much more care in cleanliness—his feet would only shed a bit of skin.
