The projected data refreshed every second. The staff officers hurriedly adjusted troop deployments, and everyone in the command cabin was busy.
The Half-Dragon People staff officer strode quickly to Zhen Bei's side.
"Great General, the remaining regions of the Imperial Dynasty lack the strength to raise reinforcements. The forces outside the city are the Imperial Dynasty's last strength. Meanwhile, the various sects have sent messages accusing our army of bringing misery to all living things, saying we should value peace and cease the war and withdraw as soon as possible."
Zhen Bei sneered after hearing this.
"Heh. They're certainly enthusiastic about meddling in a change of power. Bringing misery to all living things? Have they forgotten that they themselves caused wars for wealth and power? They're afraid that, upon entering an age of civilization, they'll lose their lofty privileges. Pitiful common people. They might as well worship Bai Moulong—at least they would only need to stand and perform three bows with clasped hands in the ancient manner, rather than kneel on both knees."
The Half-Dragon People officer turned a deaf ear to Zhen Bei's lack of an honorific. Since they could eat at the same table, forms of address did not matter.
After tossing out a few complaints and deciding there was no need to waste any more time—he was eager to return and watch this momentous scene with his wife—Zhen Bei spoke blandly.
"Proceed according to the original plan. Once the war begins, focus on striking the cultivators. To purge poison, harsh medicine must be used, or it will relapse."
"Yes, sir!"
The young Half-Dragon People staff officer turned around and loudly issued an order to the command cabin.
"Military order! Execute the battle plan immediately! Begin the war!"
The cabin lights changed color in an instant, encrypted commands