Meng Shanming, Can You Still Ride?

Had anyone else said such things, the five of them would surely have found it inappropriate.

To put it bluntly, in today's Great Yan, there were not even enough people qualified to command them to count on one hand. They would not even take Grand Marshal Shang Yongzhong seriously. By every measure, there was now only one person in Great Yan truly qualified to command them—the man before them, seated in a wheelchair.

Whether in seniority or anything else, these five had all been personally raised by Meng Shanming. Take the current Governor of Chang Prefecture, Zhang Hu. He had once been an obscure groom before Meng Shanming spotted him and personally promoted and cultivated him. Which of the five had not received Meng Shanming's profound favor to become who they were today?

Their military careers had all begun under Meng Shanming, growing step by step beneath his tutelage. Who did not know they were soldiers brought up by Meng Shanming? They could put on airs before anyone, but before Meng Shanming, they did not even have the right to do so.

That was also why Gong Lince had sought out Meng Shanming earlier, hoping he would come forth and take command of the war.

Now, Meng Shanming's strange remarks came one after another, making the five men feel uncomfortable all over. It felt as though he were slapping them across the face, left and right. Yet he was not actually slapping them, which somehow made it even more unbearable.

Was he fit to serve as Grand General of the Eastern Expedition? Did the five of them have the standing to say Meng Shanming was unqualified to command them? The only excuse they could possibly raise was that his body was inconveniently impaired.

The five looked at one another, silently