More than three thousand people in the camp stared in unison at the two figures on the high platform.
Even an idiot could tell that the atmosphere was off.
Li Fei looked at Chen Fei:
"I heard that more than three hundred military officers have already been incorporated into this force?"
Chen Fei nodded. "That's right."
Li Fei said, "Since that's the case, there's no need to pull them out again. We'll act together from now on."
Chen Fei sneered. "The meaning of Jing An, Marquis, is that these people will all take your orders from now on?"
Li Fei said, "Yes."
Chen Fei's gaze turned icy. The blood-chilling aura of slaughter on the battlefield rose from his body and enveloped the entire camp.
"Jing An, Marquis, is renowned throughout the world, and that is indeed admirable. But you have never led troops into battle. On the battlefield, you're still a novice. With a single word, you want everyone to obey your commands? I'd like to ask you one thing—on what grounds?"
Meeting his gaze, Li Fei said, each word deliberate:
"There are no veterans or rookies on the battlefield, only strong and weak! Only the strong can keep more people alive and lead everyone to slay enemies and win merits! General Chen has fought for years—could it be that you don't even understand this principle?"
Hearing this, Chen Fei revealed a savage smile.
"So you think you're definitely stronger than me?"
Li Fei held one hand behind his back and said nothing.
But everyone understood this posture—of course he was stronger than Chen Fei!
"Good. Then let everyone bear witness."
Chen Fei beckoned with one hand. A long spear tore through the air, ripping the atmosphere apart before flying into his grasp.
With the spear in hand, his aura