After leaving the Prime Minister's Mansion, Ye Zhen felt a profound sense of powerlessness rise in his heart for the first time.
In Ye Zhen's view, this negotiation with Prime Minister Wen Gang had basically been a failure.
To put it in Prime Minister Wen Gang's words, Ye Zhen thought too highly of himself.
The Zhenhai Army was indeed good—truly a rare elite force—but in the eyes of the court's great figures, it was no more than a rare elite force.
A threat to Great Zhou's security?
In their eyes, that was simply a joke—utterly impossible!
Indeed, in the eyes of ordinary people, your Zhenhai Army numbered, at most, five or six hundred thousand elite soldiers. And you wanted to threaten Great Zhou's very survival?
They had only seen the Zhenhai Army. They had not counted Ye Zhen himself.
Sheep led by a tiger would become a pack of fierce tigers.
And the current Zhenhai Army was already filled with fierce tigers, while Ye Zhen, their commander, was a Flood Dragon!
The Zhenhai Army with Ye Zhen and the Zhenhai Army without him were completely different.
With the Mirage Dragon Pearl Space, Cloud Winged Tiger King Xiao Mao, and the Xiantian Spiritual Treasure Twelve Yuan Chen Celestial Treasure Beads, Ye Zhen's Zhenhai Army possessed the ability to wage war across the entire Primordial Continent in a short time.
Its practical value in battle was nothing short of heaven-defying!
That was also why Benevolent Sovereign Ji Long had wanted to seize the so-called strategic spatial treasure from his hands in the first place.
Sometimes, troop strength was merely a number. What truly mattered was the battlefield.
A campaign was made up of countless localized battles.
Great Zhou and the Devil Race had each deployed more than ten million troops on the