How Can This Be Any Milder?

He wondered if this person was treating their lives as mere child's play.

"Stop talking. What's the use of saying more?"

The other deputy general looked equally grim, if not paler.

During the battle, Zhan Beiye's deputy general stabbed him in the back and nearly killed him. He had to consume many medicinal pills to be able to stand here and discuss matters with everyone.

If Ming Fucheng had been present, he would have slapped him.

He had never seen a commander so indifferent to this situation; not only did he disappear, but none of them knew where he had gone.

"We must report this defeat as soon as possible. How about this? Let's report the news that His Highness is not in the military camp." They refused to take the blame for Ming Fucheng.

"Is that okay?" The other deputy generals looked at him.

The commander's absence during the war was a serious offense. Even if he were a prince, he would still be punished.