Two hours later, Fu Jian received the inspection report Wang Jixuan had given him.
Search target: Black Shell.
Whether connected to Psionic Capital: No.
Whether connected to Blade Beasts: No.
Whether there were major offenses: Yes.
Brief description of major offenses:
Forty-two years ago, Black Shell had subjectively abandoned an army he should have rescued because he did not want his own trusted core force to be wiped out, delaying the battle within what could be considered a reasonable range.
Thirty-six years ago, Black Shell secretly ordered his confidants to kill two corrupt officers because the information those officers possessed was unfavorable to one of Black Shell's important subordinates.
Twenty-nine years ago, to prevent Psionic Capital from obtaining a batch of precious experimental materials, Black Shell ordered a passenger plane shot down. More than three hundred people had been aboard, over two hundred of whom were completely innocent.
Twenty-six years ago...
One entry after another, Fu Jian read through them carefully before letting out a soft breath.
Very good. There was nothing his old comrade had done that he did not know about.
Wang Jixuan might have found these matters absurd, which was why he had written every item down.
Fu Jian had walked this path himself, so naturally, he understood everything perfectly well.
Even the factional struggles involved had carried his tacit approval, or even his hints, behind them.
Fu Jian had not risen to the position of Commander-in-Chief amid praise and flowers, nor had he been the popular choice.
He had reached it step by step by driving out, purging, and even using extreme methods to assassinate cowards, greedy gluttons, incompetents, and surrenderists.
Fu Jian turned to the second page, then the third, reading the nearly identical gray records of these Senior Generals.
The path he had taken