Lu Linlong was so angered by this soft coup that he spat blood, even his fingers trembling.
Originally, Lu Linlong had thought that since he, the Millennial Commander, had nearly vomited blood, they ought to know when to stop. Enough was enough.
But the result filled Lu Linlong with fury.
Even though their Millennial Commander had spat blood, the Phoenix Spirit Guards remained utterly unmoved, with no intention of backing down.
Ye Zhen sneered at the sight.
The two words "profit and benefit" were both the most sincere and the most cruel things of all, especially within a large group.
If this opportunistic soft coup had taken place at the beginning of the third Military Exercise, it would never have had this effect. The Phoenix Spirit Guards would certainly not have been so resolute.
Because at that time, their losses were still within what they could bear.
But after the failure of the third Military Exercise, and with the fourth Military Exercise now shrouded in the shadow of failure because Ye Zhen had disagreed, the Phoenix Spirit Guards cared about nothing but profit and benefit.
As for you, Lord Millennial Commander, you had merely spat blood. It was not as though you had spat out your heart and liver.
Thus, at this moment, Lu Linlong was consumed by both rage and humiliation.
For a Millennial Commander to be forced into a coup by the soldiers under his command, he was the first of his kind.
For a time, at this critical moment just before the Military Exercise began, everyone in the Seventh Guard Second Brigade remained locked in a stalemate, without the slightest movement.
"Lord Millennial Commander, don't blame the brothers. We all come from humble households. We're truly terrified of losing. We can't afford to lose anymore," Ye Zhen