Inside the central command tent, the instant Demon Emperor Seventh Crown Prince Cong Yun left, the tent abruptly turned into a clamorous marketplace.
The generals all began talking at once, rubbing their fists and offering proposals.
Naturally, every proposal revolved around the Devil Race's peace terms.
Given the current situation, how could they make the Devil Race yield even more, perhaps even pay reparations?
Naturally, there were also more aggressive voices.
Yet even those aggressive views called for using further war to force the Devil Race into greater concessions in the peace terms, winning more benefits for Great Zhou.
But all the discussion centered on peace. Consciously or instinctively, these generals all believed that Great Zhou would accept the Devil Race's plea for peace.
Ye Zhen felt not the slightest anger over this.
He merely listened quietly, listening very attentively to the generals' opinions.
Ye Zhen understood them, and he understood what they were thinking.
War was cruel!
It meant that many, many people would die.
And every soldier who fell on the front lines represented the grief, even tragedy, of a family in the rear.
Great Zhou's compensation policies were excellent, but in this primordial world, there were still many places untouched by sunlight.
The discussions continued for quite some time before the generals suddenly realized something was amiss. They had been talking all along, but Grand General Ye Zhen had not said a single word.
At once, the generals' lips went dry and their backs tightened. Military law within the central command tent was no joke.
But Ye Zhen's warm smile made them breathe a sigh of relief.
"Very well. I have noted all your suggestions and thoughts, and I will truthfully report them to His Majesty.
"However, the matter of the Devil Race seeking peace ends within