As the foremost genius and strongest warrior of their centaur tribe, Yoseph naturally had his own supporters within the tribe, most of them among the younger generation.
Young centaurs were always more warlike than their elders. Yoseph was no exception; if anything, it was a fairly common trait among the centaurs.
The moment Yoseph spoke up, quite a few young centaurs silently voiced their agreement.
However, the Great Zhou Empire enforced military discipline with an iron fist. Publicly questioning an officer's orders was punishable under military law. So even if they agreed in their hearts, they would not casually speak up at a time like this—with the exception of those few hotheaded fools within the tribe...
Although only a few had responded, hearing their voices gave Yoseph even more confidence.
As the supreme commander of the Centaur cavalry in the northeastern war zone, Diak's brows had already twisted into a knot as he listened to them.
Which centaur present had never been young?
Virtually every centaur went through this stage, and Diak was no exception.
In fact, among his peers, Diak had been renowned for his bravery and skill in battle. When he was young, he too had been the pride of the tribe, and had likewise been reckless and arrogant in his youth.
That was why Diak understood Yoseph's thoughts and frame of mind even more clearly. In the early stages of their lives, their experiences had been similar to a certain extent.
He knew all too well how many foolish things he had done when he was young and how many wrong turns he had taken. He did not want Yoseph to repeat them, so he had disciplined Yoseph strictly all these years.
"I've said it many times already. This is an unnecessary risk!"
Diak once again brought