"Fill the cups!"
Feng Sheng's voice boomed like a great bell. He laughed heartily and swung his arm.
The next moment.
The atmosphere in the hall instantly grew heated. The generals all reached out, picked up the ancient, weighty wine jugs on their tables, and filled their bowls.
The fragrance of wine spread through the air, swiftly permeating the entire hall.
"After nine months of campaigning, all of you generals have rendered great service through your hard work."
"I offer a toast to all of you!"
Feng Sheng beamed, his eyes full of praise and gratitude for the commanders under his command.
He steadily raised his wine cup with both hands and solemnly toasted the generals in the hall. The hem of his robe swayed slightly with the motion.
The achievement of reclaiming Liaodong this time had not been accomplished by him alone, but by the entire army.
Having secured a place in history through this campaign, how could Feng Sheng not be excited?
"To the Great General!"
A perfectly synchronized shout echoed through the hall, its waves of sound rolling onward.
All the generals raised their cups at once, their movements crisp and decisive.
Every general wore a smile as they fixed their eyes on the wine cup in Feng Sheng's hand.
"Drink!" Feng Sheng shouted, his voice crashing and echoing between the hall's beams and pillars.
With that, he tipped back his head and drained the wine in one gulp. His Adam's apple bobbed, displaying his bold spirit.
"Drink!"
The generals in the hall did the same, raising their heads and pouring the fine wine down their throats. Afterward, quite a few let out satisfied breaths reeking of wine. Many had not touched a drop for more than nine months, so they naturally savored it immensely.
"Enough."
"Today