"Hahaha!" Seeing the utterly ridiculous and bizarre scene before them, everyone burst into uproarious laughter. Even the young noblemen who had followed Murong Qianjun, prepared to mock Jun Moxie, were now weeping with laughter, clutching their stomachs and doubled over.

The room was filled with grown men; most had married young in those days, and every one of them knew precisely what the situation implied. Moreover, in military life, such coarse jokes were common enough. But this specific action by Young Master Jun was unexpectedly hilarious!

Even several seasoned generals standing nearby couldn't help but crack wide grins, roaring with laughter. After a few hearty laughs, sensing impropriety, they quickly stifled themselves, but the mirth was too strong, and soon they were all laughing uncontrollably, clutching their sides.

The only one utterly bewildered was the subject of all the mirth, Murong Qianjun. He felt an unbearable, sharp pain in his head, yet was still oblivious to the drastic modification made upon it. He burst out in anger, "Is it that funny? In the military camp, assaulting a comrade is a heinous crime! This Young Lord... this General will certainly report this matter to the Marshal and demand severe punishment! Hey! What are you laughing at? What's so amusing about this!"

The "phallic horn" sprouting from his head was gleaming red and slick under the sunlight, seemingly showing signs of further growth. With his rage stirring up his blood and vital energy, it looked even more grotesque and towering, distorting his handsome features entirely.

Speaking with such a stern expression only amplified the comedic effect.

This sight caused those who had just started to compose themselves to completely abandon all pretense of dignity and roar with laughter. Some even fell onto the ground, rolling around clutching their stomachs: "Ah, you're killing me! I can't take it anymore, please spare me, haha!"

Marshal Jun Wuyi and the accompanying generals, rushing over upon hearing the commotion and already in a state of fury, suddenly caught sight of Murong Qianjun's peculiar headgear. They instantly wanted to laugh, but realizing the unsuitability of the moment, they quickly tried to hold it back. However, suppressing it too hard while the laughter was too intense, they all ended up choking on the air, even the usually stern Grand Marshal Jun was no exception.

Young Master Jun, having earned another punishment without the possibility of evasion, nearly sent the Marshal into a fit of uncontrollable rage, making him want to confine the youth immediately.

This boy was simply too adept at stirring up trouble, too talented at chaos!

He was truly a legendary walking disaster!

And the energy of this disaster seemed far from depleted, as the entire affair was far from concluded.

That very evening, the two groups who had just set up camp clashed again. Murong family retainers, seeking vengeance for their young master, engaged in a fierce skirmish with Jun Moxie’s two hundred and fifty guards.

Regarding that number, Jun Moxie felt immensely helpless. If only they had one more man! But after the 'Cantian' and 'Shihun' squads rested, only four men were unable to join the march due to severe prior injuries. Everyone else was fine and accompanied them. Thus, Young Master Jun proudly enlisted with his contingent of two hundred and fifty men. Whenever he had a moment of leisure, Jun Moxie would stew in frustration!

Two hundred and fifty men was already awkward enough, but two hundred and fifty men plus himself made exactly: two hundred and fifty-one. Damn it, he thought, how could I be so brainless? Back when they were setting out, it would have been fine just to grab anyone and break their legs—but then he reconsidered. If he only broke one person's leg, adding himself would still make two hundred and fifty-one. He'd need to break at least two people's legs, but then it would be two hundred and fifty-two, wouldn't it? The internal debate was agonizing.

The final result of the ensuing battle was staggering and entirely unexpected. This small contingent of just over two hundred men fought with savage ferocity, utterly crushing the five hundred Murong family retainers, leaving them crying out in agony, completely disfigured and utterly defeated, with dozens suffering genuine injuries and disabilities!

This incident instantly inflamed public anger. Various noble families pointed fingers and blamed Jun Moxie, who stood his ground and countered every accusation fiercely. It was clear they were on the brink of another bloody confrontation.

Jun Wuyi finally realized that the plans he and the Old Man had devised were nothing more than wishful thinking and pure speculation. Jun Moxie’s presence in the army was, unequivocally, a thoroughly disruptive element, a genuine tumor! It was best to excise him as soon as possible. If left too long, it was inevitable that this single piece of rat droppings would spoil the entire batch of fine porridge.

He had only been out of confinement since the afternoon. The day wasn't over, and it wasn't even dark yet, but this boy had already accumulated three demerits! Furthermore, he had managed to offend everyone, both those he could afford to offend and those he absolutely could not! If military law were strictly applied, his head should have rolled off at least twice by now.

And so, after another severe flogging, followed by a stern dressing-down...

"Take your two-hundred-and-fifty and get lost!" Grand Marshal Jun Wuyi commanded. "Given your performance, Young Man, I am now assigning you a critical mission to redeem your crimes! By special decree, Jun Moxie is appointed as the Vanguard, tasked to clear paths through mountains and bridge rivers. If any oversight causes losses to the main army, bring your head to me directly!"

Hearing this order, Young Master Jun reacted as if granted a grand amnesty. He bowed happily in a full circle, adopting the self-satisfied tone of a petty villain accepting a decree in a traditional opera, affecting an air of dignified bearing while being utterly insincere: "Yes, I understand completely!"

Then, shaping his hands like outstretched goose wings, mimicking flight, he took two steady, measured steps in a slow, measured rhythm, before abruptly switching to the rapid, light steps of a Dao Ma Dan (martial female role) and soaring joyfully out of the tent.

He left behind a room full of gaping, dumbfounded young noblemen. They couldn't help but burst into peals of laughter—this brat was the only direct descendant of the Jun family? The legitimate heir of the Divine Military lineage?

Grand Marshal Jun Wuyi was infinitely vexed, feeling only four words: What a disgrace to the family!

Young Master Jun paid no mind to his third uncle's misery. He had finally escaped that damned military service that was surely going to kill him! In half a day, he had been beaten three times—beatings where he couldn't even fight back! If this continued on the journey south, which would take at least another month, never mind whether he died or was humiliated, his legendary "Iron Buttock Divine Skill" would certainly reach its zenith!

Being made the Vanguard meant, Gah-gah-gah! it meant that from now on, he was his own master! As for clearing paths through mountains and bridging rivers, he wasn't exactly an expert. But as for all the bandits and robbers they encountered on this road, big brother would definitely sweep them clean! Leave none behind!

What a wonderful opportunity for troop training!

Fearing that Grand Marshal Jun Wuyi might suddenly rescind the order, Jun Moxie gave the command that very night. The two hundred and fifty men broke camp swiftly, shooting forward like a sharp arrow into the vast darkness. Just as the Grand Marshal wished, this troublesome escort mission vanished without a trace.

For the next two days, Grand Marshal Jun Wuyi was astonishingly surprised to discover just how wise and brilliant his decision to appoint Jun Moxie as the vanguard had been! It was a stroke of genius, perhaps the legendary 'Keen Eye for Talent'!

Everyone was utilized to their fullest potential; the deployment was truly perfect!

The journey along the way was exceptionally smooth—it was like a leisurely sightseeing tour. Following the route carved by Jun Moxie's vanguard, the main army encountered no danger or mishap. Furthermore, local officials greeted them with extravagant hospitality, terrified of any perceived shortcoming in their service. As for all military supplies, they were only ever offered in surplus, never once being shortchanged.

As for the bandits and robbers along the route, Young Master Jun swept through them like an autumn wind stripping leaves, asserting a dominant force even sweeping areas two hundred li outside the main official roads! This vanguard assignment had essentially become a major bandit eradication campaign!

Every step of the way was marked by bloodshed—a truly bloody path!

This... this was precisely the trial by fire and blood for the Cantian and Shihun squads! Not just Jun Moxie, but even Jun Wuyi could imagine the kind of gruesome killing intent these two hundred and fifty men would cultivate by the time they reached the far south.

And that killing aura and bloodshed were destined for them on this journey. It would be the very soul of these two units!

When Jun Wuyi led the main army to the first county town, the situation was manageable. But upon seeing the county magistrate of the second town, he looked exactly like a woman pining for her soldier husband from a lonely boudoir.

And the magistrate’s gaze upon seeing Jun Wuyi was like seeing a long-lost dear mother—no, perhaps a dear father!

Tears were streaming down his face!

It turned out this magistrate had a slightly tarnished reputation, and coincidentally, when Young Master Jun passed through, his backside was sore from being jostled by the saddle. Thus, the magistrate’s good days came to an end.

Firstly, Young Master Jun decided he needed a carriage—and not just any carriage, but an ultra-luxurious one, and it had to be completed within a single day, with strict progress quotas set for every shichen (two-hour period). During this time, Young Master Jun fully deployed the profound knowledge from his previous life, helping the magistrate settle his accumulated old debts.

This magistrate, skilled in his own way, nervously summoned nearly a hundred craftsmen from near and far. Working diligently under the strictest standards, they designed the most comfortable possible interior, rushing to construct an ultra-luxurious carriage within the mandated timeframe! All the materials required for this carriage completely drained the poor official’s ill-gotten gains accumulated over several years and even left him with a considerable amount of debt!

When the construction was finally confirmed complete, the pitiful official approached Young Master Vanguard, trembling, to report. At that moment, Jun Moxie was using an account book as a fan, fanning himself while earnestly lecturing and advising the man.

"I say, Fei Zhuchang,"—the fellow’s name was actually "Fat Pig Intestine," a fact that made Young Master Jun click his tongue in amazement when he first learned it, musing that in this vast world, there were truly endless wonders, and this man’s parents must have had exceptionally unusual standards.

"You are too unprofessional! Being so far from the Emperor, you’ve been a magistrate for a full five years, and you’ve only managed to extort less than fifty thousand taels of silver? That’s utterly pathetic! Damn it! You can’t even be a good corrupt official. No wonder you’re still a trashy county magistrate pushing forty! Five years of graft, my heavens, and you blew it all on building me a carriage, and I hear it wasn't even enough?" Jun Moxie shook his head and sighed, displaying a mixture of pity for his misfortune and anger at his lack of ambition.

"Yes, yes... Young General is correct. Your subordinate is truly incompetent..." Fei Zhuchang wiped the cold sweat from his face, answering with a voice full of dread. Inside, he wailed: Oh, my ancestors, the wheels of your carriage are made of hundred-year-old Zitan wood! The carriage compartment is inlaid with four luminous pearls! This—this was all paid for with my money! When the Zitan ran out, you even demanded the door panels and bed planks from my house! What more do you want? Forget the previous graft; my family is now destitute, and we’re saddled with debt! Are you trying to make a man die?! (To be continued)