Passing on the Lamp of the Buddha's Heart: Infusing Wu Song with Spiritual Power, and the Emergency Headband Is Developed! (Continued)

Yue Fei gritted his teeth, the veins on the back of his hand bulging. He had clearly been enraged.

The White Dragon Steed beneath him sensed the surging tides in its master's heart and let out deep, rolling dragon's roars.

"General Yue, what's wrong?"

Qin Qiong noticed that something was off with Yue Fei and asked with concern.

Yue Fei slowly raised his head. In those eyes, ever deep and profound, grief, indignation, and hatred now burned fiercely.

He clenched his teeth, his voice seeming to squeeze out through their gaps:

"Losing a battle... is not frightening.

Victory and defeat are commonplace in war; to be wrapped in horsehide upon death is a soldier's fate!

But..."

Yue Fei suddenly drove the spear in his hand heavily into the ground, shattering the earth beneath it. He roared in fury:

"What's frightening is losing that bloody spirit in one's heart!

What's frightening is when the commander knows only appeasement and retreat, scraping by in cowardly survival!

General Gongsun Zan once shook all of Hebei with his might, beating the foreign tribes until they no longer dared head south.

What a peerless hero he was!

But in the end? After losing one battle, he sealed himself inside his fortress, defending without ever daring to sally forth.

He would rather be trapped to death by the enemy than leave the city for a battle to the death, ultimately burning himself to death.

He consigned vast stretches of fine territory, along with those White Horse soldiers who had followed him through life and death, all to the flames!

Such actions...

How tragic!

And how hateful!!"

Every word Yue Fei spoke was drenched in blood and tears, striking like thunder.

Everyone was stunned by Yue Fei's sudden outburst.

Looking at the undisguised sorrow for his misfortune