The command tower was dead silent.
All eyes were fixed on the massive, falling fireball. Rage, humiliation, and indignation burned in every chest.
Liu Zhen's hand gripped the hilt of his Tiger Soul battle saber, his knuckles white from the force.
The cold touch of the hilt could do nothing to quell the towering inferno of rage that erupted in his heart.
The soldier's blood in him roared.
He was a veteran who had clawed his way out of mountains of corpses and seas of blood.
Everything he had been taught, every belief etched into his very bones, was urging him to do one thing.
'Charge out there! Fight those bastards to the death!'
'Even if I die, I'll take a few of their teeth with me on those steel warships of Jiangbei City!'
His Adam's apple bobbed. A hoarse command was about to escape his lips.
But just as he was about to give the order, a young, calm voice suddenly echoed in the depths of his mind.
"Sacrifice men to keep the land, and you will lose both land and men.
