At this moment,
Li Fusheng, having finished pulling the troops back, walked over, his face dark.
He was really angry, so angry he was about to explode.
Disgraceful,
truly disgraceful!
Soldiers, in fact, care most about saving face; even if they don't say it out loud, they're always competing in the open and in the dark.
This time Li Fusheng had completely turned the Yan Army's earlier Snow Sea siege drill under Zheng Fan's command into a textbook negative example from the opposite side.
When Li Fusheng came up to Zheng Fan,
Zheng Fan spoke directly:
"Big Bro, when you'd already climbed up onto that section of wall just now, you shouldn't have been hung up on the proper form—you should've ordered the front ranks to push forward and butcher their way through right then and there…"
Li Fusheng patiently listened to Zheng Fan, and his expression slowly calmed down.
