Deputy commander, this was a position above centurions and chiliarchs. It was equivalent to the position of a major, but it was even more important than a major.
Once this right was granted, Yang Wu's position would be quite impressive.
Many people struggled to be conferred the position of commander, but Yang Wu could be said to have reached the heavens in a single bound. It was truly enviable.
Sima Natu turned to look at the Rose of Death and said indifferently, "This doesn't seem to follow the rules?"
"This is my army's matter. What I say is the rules. If you don't agree, you can report it to the marshal!" the Rose of Death said coldly.
Then, she no longer paid attention to the crowd and turned to leave.
Yang Wu was still stunned on the spot, but the cold-faced adjutant shouted, "What are you waiting for?"
Yang Wu came back to his senses and quickly jogged in the direction of the Rose of Death and the cold-faced adjutant.
Until now, he still felt like he was dreaming. How did he get promoted to the position of deputy commander? This happiness came too quickly.
"Congratulations, Brother Yang. Let's drink together in the future!" Hong Yilong was the first to react. He cupped his hands and said to Yang Wu.
Yan Mingzheng, who had just arrived, heard the Rose of Death's words and also shouted to Yang Wu, "Brother Yang, you're rich!"
The other commanders also congratulated him, "Congratulations, Brother Yang, on your meteoric rise."
"What a pity. Brother Yang, if you have the chance in the future, come to the archery camp and find me, Old Wei, to eat meat and drink together. I welcome you at any time."
…
Regardless of whether these people were sincere or not, their attitude towards Yang Wu had taken a 180-degree turn.
Even if Yang Wu was still in the Death Corps, his position was definitely not fake. Furthermore, he had the qualifications to fight for the position of major general. A youth who could take down Cao Qinggong naturally had potential that couldn't be underestimated.
Yang Wu cupped his hands and replied, "Thank you, thank you. Let's drink and kill enemies together in the future!"
Then, he didn't stay any longer and quickly left with the Rose of Death and the cold-faced adjutant.
The farce ended just like that, but Yang Wu's name was spread in a small area.
"Have you heard? Vice Leader Cao Qinggong was beaten up."
"Who is so bold as to violate military discipline? Moreover, he is the son of Lieutenant General Cao. Could he be a future major general?"
"No, I heard that it's a young man from the Death Legion. Not only did he beat up Vice Commander Cao, but he was also directly promoted to Vice Commander by the Death Legion Commander. This is simply heaven-defying."
"There's such a thing? Even the captain was alarmed. Looks like that young man's background is not simple."
"That young man's name is Yang Wu, and he will be the Vice Commander of the Death Legion in the future. He might just be a figurehead, but we have to be careful. He even beat up Vice Commander Cao. If we don't respect him, we might not even be able to keep our heads."
…
Now, Cao Qinggong was sent to one of the largest tents in the center of the army.
He was beaten black and blue by Yang Wu, and he looked really miserable. The people who carried him did not dare to make the slightest sound for fear of angering this lord.
After the soldiers put Cao Qinggong down, they quietly left the tent. There was only a middle-aged man in hemp clothes sitting in the tent. He looked to be in his fifties, and his green hair was tied up. He wore a green headband on his forehead with a jade inlaid in the middle like a third eye. It was very dazzling. His body was robust and did not look old at all. Just by sitting there, he released the demeanor of a superior. He was Cao Qinggong's father, Cao Jianda, one of the eight lieutenant generals under the marshal.
"Father, you can help me vent my anger!" Cao Qinggong climbed down from the stretcher and said pitifully to his father.
Cao Jianda looked at his son with a trace of anger in his eyes, but he quickly restrained it. He could see that his son's injuries were only superficial and would be fine after a few days of recuperation. He faintly said, "I've heard about what happened to you. You suffered a loss, so swallow it."
"Father!" Cao Qinggong unhappily called out.
Cao Jianda stood up and said with his hands behind his back, "These few years have been too smooth for you. You almost treat the army camp as your own backyard and feel that you can do whatever you want. Have you ever thought about what will happen to you once your father is no longer here?"
"But that kid is someone the higher-ups want to kill. If I kill him, the higher-ups will put the credit on our heads. This is good for us." Cao Qinggong said very rationally.
"That's a good idea, but it's a pity you're still too naive!" Cao Jiangong said with a trace of satisfaction. He paused for a moment and said, "A small pawn is not worthy of you personally making a move. Just find an excuse and execute him. You have to make such a big move. This is a bad plan. Moreover, you have to let that brat show off too much. If that little girl Rose likes him, she will most likely protect him. Even if the Marshal asks, she can refuse. This way, it will be even harder for you to kill him."
"Are we just going to let it go like this?" Cao Qinggong said with clenched fists.
"Of course not. In a month, the battle for the major general position will begin. At that time, you can openly kill him and wash away your humiliation!" Cao Jianda said.
"Didn't you say that it would be held in two or three months? Why is it suddenly brought forward? "Cao Qinggong said in surprise.
"The barbarian army has been acting strangely recently. A while ago, even the barbarian tribe leader was mobilized. I'm afraid that within this year, they will attack us in the south, so we have to prepare in advance. This time, you must win the position of major general!" Cao Jianda said with certainty.
"I'm confident that I can win the position of major general, but that kid is a bit strange …" Cao Qinggong was too embarrassed to say that he was no match for Yang Wu.
He couldn't understand why that kid was so much stronger than him even though he was ten years younger than him. He had thought that only Wan Lanxin, who had recently joined the team, was more talented than him. Now, there was another kid, which made him very unhappy.
"Don't worry, I'll help you reach the peak of the General Realm within a month, and I'll also give you some trump cards!" Cao Jianda said, then took out a pill and showed it to Cao Qinggong.
Cao Qinggong's eyes lit up when he saw the pill. "Is this the Acupoint Unsealing Pill?"
"Yes, it's the Acupoint Unsealing Pill that can directly raise a general's realm!" Cao Jianda said with a faint smile.
Acupoint Unsealing Pills were not easy to find, but as a lieutenant general and a king, it was not too difficult for him to get his hands on one.
"In a month, I'll definitely kill that kid to vent my anger!"
… …
Yang Wu did not need to think to know that Cao Qinggong would hold a grudge against him, but he had no time to think about these things. He had already arrived at a military tent with the Rose of Death and the cold-faced adjutant. This military tent was not as luxurious as those in the central area and was not much different from an ordinary commander's tent. However, this was the exclusive military tent of the Rose of Death. It was located right in front of the entire military camp. If the barbarian army headed north one day, the first place they would flatten would be this tent.
It could be seen that the Rose of Death had chosen to live here alone and had long disregarded life and death.
"Adjutant, go record his merit points and prepare some tents and necessary spoils for him!" After arriving at the military tent, the Rose of Death sent the cold-faced adjutant out.
"Yes, Commander!" The cold-faced adjutant responded respectfully and retreated.
Only the Rose of Death and Yang Wu were left in the military tent. Yang Wu felt uncomfortable all over. Fortunately, he was someone who had seen a Heavenly Yao and quickly adapted to it. He asked, "What do you want?"
He really did not know what the Rose of Death was planning and had no idea.
"I said before that as long as you can come back alive from the barbarian frontlines, the matter between us will be written off. Right now, I want you to be the vice commander of the Death Legion. You have the ability!" the Rose of Death said calmly.
"Okay, the matter in the past will be written off. Don't find excuses to make things difficult for me!" Yang Wu immediately said excitedly.
He couldn't wait to erase the grudges between him and this woman. Even if he had been tricked by this woman before, it could be considered that she had helped him break free from his identity as a prison slave.
"I won't make things difficult for you, but you are my subordinate. You have to listen to me," the Rose of Death said indifferently.
Yang Wu was unable to see through her mask, otherwise, he would definitely be able to see that her sexy jade lips were outlining a beautiful arc.
"Yes, I promise to obey your orders!" Yang Wu straightened his body.
He felt that as long as he obeyed orders and did everything related to him well, she would not make things difficult for him anymore.
"Okay, then listen well. I want you to return the power of the Seed of Death to me right now!" the Rose of Death said.
"Ah … How can I return this!" Yang Wu instantly exclaimed.
"Just release it and let me feel it!" the Rose of Death said in a relaxed tone.
"Okay." Yang Wu had no reason to object and could only accept it.
Thus, Yang Wu activated his own Path of Death, causing this place to be filled with the smell of death.
The Rose of Death had once been in the Path of Death. She could feel that the power of Yang Wu's Path of Death was much purer than hers. It was completely incomparable to the Brand of Death that she had originally condensed.
However, there was a remnant seed power in the Rose of Death's Divine Court that was drawn in, giving her the feeling of returning to the Path of Death. For some reason, she felt a sense of intimacy with Yang Wu's power. This was the most essential seed left behind by her Brand of Death. It had not been completely absorbed by Yang Wu.
"I can feel it. This time, I can really break free from the Battle Monarch of Death's brand and cultivate my own Path of Death!" the Rose of Death said joyfully.
Yang Wu asked, "Is it okay?"
He felt the Rose of Death's fiery gaze, which made him feel a little scared. Even though the Rose of Death's beauty was outstanding and there was nothing to say about her figure, he did not have the guts to imagine something wonderful happening with her.
"Okay, I will give you a mission from now on. Make the ten vice-commanders in the army listen to your commands within a month," the Rose of Death said.
"This mission will offend people." Yang Wu did not understand why the Rose of Death would give such an order, but he knew that this mission was not so easy to accept.
The ten vice-commanders of the Death Legion were all extraordinary and had a bunch of capable people under them. Although he was not afraid, he did not want to provoke enemies everywhere.
"This is an order. Just carry it out. Okay, you can leave now!" the Rose of Death said indifferently.
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