At this moment, outside the military camp gate in Weng City, two groups of troops were facing off. One side was Wei Yuan's troops, each with distinct uniforms and well-equipped gear. The other side wore gray-white military uniforms, with fewer people, but each exhibited a fierce aura.
At this moment, several dozen from each group had bruised and swollen faces, having just fought a brawl, which seemed to have ended in a draw.
The soldiers in gray-white were clamorous, shouting, "We are all under Military Governors, having crossed the front lines over the corpses of Alien Race! Why do you get to occupy the good barracks while people from Anbei Provincial Governor have to sleep in tents on the snow?"
Some also defiantly said, "Come on, chop here! I'll let you chop my head! The heads that even the Liao Clan Barbarians couldn't chop, let's see if you can!"
