Night had fallen. Changshan Military Camp, the First Master's tent.
Mo Hua was studying the Topographical Map, arranging troop formations, deducing Karma, and considering the choices and countermeasures ahead.
Just as he was deep in thought, he suddenly looked up and discovered that Bai Xiaosheng and Gu Changhuai were staring straight at him, their expressions complicated, as though they were looking at some kind of "monster."
Mo Hua was somewhat taken aback. "What are you looking at?"
Gu Changhuai did not know how to begin.
Bai Xiaosheng, on the other hand, remained silent for a long while before asking faintly, "Don't tell me... you really have led a rebellion before?"
Mo Hua frowned, displeased. "What nonsense are you talking about? I'm innocent and spotless. Why would I rebel?"
Bai Xiaosheng shook his head. "If you've never rebelled, why are you so practiced at it?"
Hiding behind the scenes, seeing through Karma, planning within the command tent, gathering eight hundred thousand rioting civilians in a single month.
Bai Xiaosheng and Gu Changhuai had watched the entire process. Mo Hua had handled it as smoothly as drifting clouds and flowing water.
Setting arrays, arranging troops, deploying troops, advancing the army, devouring which factions, killing which factions, taking in which rioting civilians... from beginning to end, he had arranged everything with perfect order, steadier than drawing an Array Diagram.
Without personally experiencing the battlefield and tempering oneself through war hundreds or thousands of times,
it was absolutely impossible to possess such effortless composure, as natural as eating and drinking.
And he was not a commander of the Dao Court. He could not possibly command the Dao Court's troops, which meant he could only have commanded other armies. In other words...
He had most likely organized some sort of "rebellion" somewhere before, and it