They gathered around, expressing their dissatisfaction and indignation at Zhao Zun's plight in loud voices.
Especially Zhao Zun's close comrade, the dandy young master Hua Tianyou, who was so angry his face turned ashen, and his eyes seemed to blaze with fire.
"Damn it, this is too humiliating. How dare they let the respected Marshal suffer such an injustice!"
Hua Tianyou roared, his voice echoing through the military camp like thunder.
"Don't think too much about it, I volunteered to come and fight." Zhao Zun patted Hua Tianyou on the shoulder, indicating he was fine.
At this point, the military doctor, Mr. He, squeezed through the crowd. He held Zhao Zun's hand and looked up at him, as if looking at his own son.
This old man, who has weathered decades of storms, now had two lines of turbid tears quietly sliding down his weathered face.
"Marshal, why do you do this? Why must you push yourself so hard?"
Zhao Zun smiled, but it was a bitter smile.
