Chapter 818: Human Hearts Are Fickle

"Our brothers thrived in chaotic times," Chen Qing squatted down, looking at one of the deputy generals whose eyes brimmed with immense resentment, "Old Wu, do you still remember? The year you were twenty-nine, just a year shy of thirty, we had just pledged loyalty to one of the warlords. Our status wasn't even comparable to some of the vassal families. Being a defeated general, we were sometimes used as suicide squads. Back then, your biggest wish was just to survive, to earn a position for a vassal family so that your sons and grandsons might have some status, even if they had to be slaves for generations, it wouldn't be like then, where we were blatantly sent to our deaths..."

These words left those originally filled with resentment stunned, as memories of those harsh years flooded their minds.