"Borrow them?"
Ye Zhen raised a hand to stop Gu Tieqi and the other generals behind him, their faces full of fury. Though his eyes had narrowed to slits, savage glints flashed within them.
Ye Zhen could obey the orders of Founding Ancestor Ji Bang, who had only just returned. That obedience rested on the premise of cooperation, and partly on his wariness of the formidable strength under Founding Ancestor Ji Bang's command.
But at its root, this was cooperation. It did not mean Ye Zhen would submit.
Some bottom lines had to be held.
Especially within the army!
Not even Huang Jian and Liu Qi being Founding Generals could change that.
If they could borrow Demon Slaves today, would they be able to borrow Ye Zhen's Zhenhai Army tomorrow?
When armies went to war, no commander could truly be completely impartial.
In a hard-fought assault, a commander might use his own trusted troops, but he would never use them as cannon fodder.
Once Ye Zhen yielded within the army, the Zhenhai Army might very well be dragged into a grinding war of attrition—or even reduced to cannon fodder.
The soldiers he had personally raised and trained were people Ye Zhen would never hand over for others to expend.
That was his bottom line.
"And just how do you intend to borrow them?" Ye Zhen asked aloud, though murderous intent surged in his heart.
So what if they had been Founding Generals with illustrious achievements? If they truly provoked Ye Zhen, he would deal with them all the same.
Sensing the killing intent radiating from Ye Zhen, Huang Jian, who served under Ye Zhen in the capacity of General Who Conquers the East, stood ramrod straight. His battle robe stirred without wind, as though responding to Ye Zhen.
Liu Qi,