"Today, I've called everyone together to explain that the matter isn't as complex as it seems, merely a minor competition for newcomers, which pales in comparison to the Eighth Fleet's losses on the Laniakea Battlefield,"
the Old Marshal's gaze was full of oppressive force, "Has the Empire been at peace for so long that even our soldiers fear death?" His voice suddenly rose.
All present stood up at once, bowing and saying, "We have never feared death."
The Old Marshal finally showed a hint of satisfaction and silently breathed a sigh of relief.
When the meeting was finally over, the Old Marshal asked Major General Fu Xing and others to his office alone.
The aide respectfully served tea to those in the office before closing the door behind him as he left.
Major General Fu Xing and his colleagues sat comfortably on the Duke's sofa, some sipping tea, some admiring the office, but none of them initiated conversation.
The Old Marshal knew they still harbored some resentment,
