Chapter 961.2: Inside the General's Office - Part 2
Looking at this old general, Ning Ping found himself momentarily at a loss for words. Wu Jing had joined the army roughly forty years ago, at a time when the previous Great General had just taken office. At the beginning, he had served as that Great General’s personal guard. Later, having learned much by his side, he gradually began to stand out within the army. Ten years later, he commanded a force of his own. Since then, he had spent thirty years on horseback in war. Although this old general had never fought any legendary battles, he possessed one defining trait - steadiness. He did not seek merit, only to avoid fault. Because of this temperament, he had never made a mistake. If one truly had to say it, Wu Jing was indeed the most suitable candidate.
Ning Ping looked at this old general. After hesitating for a moment, he still could not bring himself to voice any objection. He glanced around; the other generals were all nodding, and no one spoke to contend for the role.
Gao Xuan said with some reluctance, “Old General, why go to such lengths? You should have already laid down your armor last year and returned to your hometown.”
Wu Jing chuckled. “What nonsense. This old man has spent most of my life in the Northern Frontier. I’ve long treated this place as my home. If this old man dies here, I will feel at ease. There is no need to return to any hometown.”
After thinking for a moment, Wu Jing gathered his full head of white hair and said softly, “As long as you young ones can live in the end, that’s enough. These old bones of mine, being buried anywhere is the same.”
After saying this, the old general turned and walked out without the slightest intention of lingering.
Ning Ping sighed, then withdrew his gaze and turned it back to the sand table. He said softly, “Notify all passes to not act rashly. Also, have the White Horse Camp leave the city.”
The White Horse Camp was the oldest scout camp of the frontier army. In battle after battle against the demon race, it had accumulated considerable merit. Being known as the number one scout unit of the frontier army was not without reason.
However, scouts like these were regarded as treasures by the army. Unless absolutely necessary, they would never be deployed. But now, faced with the demon race’s aggressive advance, there was no time to worry about such things. The earlier they understood the demon race’s movements, the more useful it would be for the General’s Office’s subsequent arrangements.