That night, in the conference room, Iden looked over everyone present and said, "Everyone saw today's battle. What are your thoughts?"
The Third Battalion Commander stood, bowed to Iden at the head of the table, and said in a deep voice, "Legion Commander, tomorrow, I wish to join the battle in my personal capacity."
"Even if I can only serve as a soldier at the front, I am willing."
Iden turned to look at the Third Battalion Commander and said, "Tomorrow, you should rest properly."
"Legion Commander, I beg you." The Third Battalion Commander raised his head to look at Iden, his eyes filled with pleading. "I want my battalion's banner to fly above the enemy city, for both the warriors still alive and those who have already fallen."
"Legion Commander, I believe it is feasible," Greg said.
Bamund set down his pen, looked up at Iden, and said, "Personally, I support this request."
Seeing this, Iden pondered for a moment before saying, "I grant your request."
"Thank you, Legion Commander." The Third Battalion Commander bowed deeply, gratitude coming from the bottom of his heart.
"Sit down."
Iden waved a hand, signaling for him to take his seat.
Iden understood the Third Battalion Commander's feelings very well. After all, he had risen from the ranks as an ordinary soldier himself. He understood even better than the other man what kind of feelings one had for the warriors one had personally trained.
Watching comrades he regarded as brothers die in battle was undoubtedly more painful than dying himself.
Aside from Greg, the other generals from Qixing Territory present had more or less risen from the ranks of ordinary soldiers.
"The siege will begin at nine tomorrow morning. This attack will have the Blue Veil Battalion and West Wind Battalion serve as