Chen Sansi paused between each word, "I will directly hand the petition to the Longevity Palace, do you understand?"
"Understood!"
Chu Shixiong had no choice but to take the order and leave.
The brothers from Po Yang looked at each other and collectively exhaled in relief, then took their leave one by one.
Now,
Chen Sansi had his own Central Army Tent.
But sitting in the Taishi Chair, he felt no stir of emotion.
Retaining these thousand-plus men today was not difficult.
After all, their numbers were few, and none were Martial Artists of high cultivation.
But this was a signal,
a signal that from now on, the court would firmly control the Beiliang Army.
Indeed,
Chen Sansi knew from reading the history books of Dasheng,
that after the Grand Ancestor founded the nation, the method of controlling military power was very secure.
Taking the garrison as an example,
the highest military rank was Commander,
but a Commander had no authority to mobilize troops.
