Hearing this, Zhang Qing could only smile helplessly. After a brief moment of reflection, recalling his military career from his past life, he said, "Senior Brother Gongming, this junior does have a superficial idea. What do you think of this?" With that, he began to explain some methods for reorganizing personnel.
Since the outer sect had a large number of people, they should be divided into various squads. Each squad would consist of a hundred people, led by two centurions who were responsible only for their own squad. Ten centurions' squads would be led by two chiliarchs, whose only duty was to manage the centurions. Ten chiliarchs' squads would be led by three myriarchs, whose sole responsibility was to manage the chiliarchs.
In this way, Zhao Gongming would only need to manage those myriarchs. Trivial matters like petty squabbles would no longer bother him one by one. Zhao Gongming's eyes lit up as he listened; these words made him regard Zhang Qing as nothing short of heavenly. Why hadn't he thought of this himself?
Chapter 17