There are fifteen people in total, which isn't many, but they're all centurions, each with nine to fifteen subordinates under them.
Altogether, that makes one hundred ninety-nine people, not including Zhao Ju.
But these one hundred ninety-nine people aren't solitary; they have families behind them. Everyone over one year old is registered, and now there are eight hundred ninety-six people on the register.
All these people can be used by Zhao Hanzhang.
Zhao Changyu handed the register to Zhao Hanzhang and then closed his eyes in the room to rest, pretending to relinquish all power.
But his fingers were clenched tightly, and he wasn't calm inside.
These people, though not numerous, weren't few either, and they were all elite fighters he had carefully selected, the best in the Zhao Family's battalions.
If Zhao Hanzhang could handle them, that would be good; if not, there might be backlash.
Zhao Hanzhang flipped through the register and asked, "How many horses are in the team?"
