Tu Feng and the other vice presidents received inquiry messages from hundreds of Legion Commanders within just a few minutes.
"Boss, do we have enough war merit for elite uniforms? We've worked ourselves to the bone and earned plenty of credit."
"Boss, logically speaking, we have to get those uniforms. We're an elite regiment."
"Applying for uniforms. Please give us the mission to earn uniforms."
Tu Feng happened to be beside Ku Ai Bansheng. He laughed and said, "Boss's move has gotten the entire guild excited."
Ku Ai Bansheng nodded in admiration and sighed. "I really admire Boss. His brain is definitely different from ours. Beat me to death and I still wouldn't have thought of an idea like this."
Tu Feng said, "I can already imagine what the various legions will fight like in the next war for these uniforms."
Ku Ai Bansheng said, "Forget ordinary players. Even us vice presidents will have to fight like hell."
Tu Feng froze for a moment, then smiled in understanding. Clearly, this would be another competition among the vice presidents. Even if they did not want to compete, it would be incredibly embarrassing if one Legion Commander had mostly elite-uniform regiments under him while the other vice presidents only had a few—or none at all.
They were all vice presidents, and there was usually no difference in status between them. But with this competition, there would be a huge difference in their future rankings. Vice presidents with fewer elite uniforms would have less say, while those with more would have greater authority.
Put simply, if you had fewer elite uniforms, you could not even win an argument!
Ku Ai Bansheng rubbed his head and said, "What a headache. When I get back, I need to step up training for those brats