C292 There Were Eighteen People Who Called Him Yan Yun

The old man's voice, now tinged with a cry, belonged to Old Hong, who had been a scout rider at Yanmen Pass. Despite his penchant for tall tales, especially when he'd had a few too many, he would often reminisce about his former glory.

He used to be a lieutenant, one with a rank at that.

Had it not been for a significant incident in the past