When he searched his heart, Zong Rulin realized that if things really came to that, he would probably choose to hand over his authority.
Neither Zhao Tianshu nor Chu You was incapable. They should be able to hold the line.
At the thought, a sense of helplessness welled up in Zong Rulin despite himself.
After all, this was the Royal Alliance.
Though he, Zong Rulin, had been ennobled as the "King of Cizhou,"
was a king of a different surname really the same as a royal prince?
The Royal Alliance was still a long way from letting a king of a different surname like him call the shots!
But he quickly drove the feeling away with sheer force of will.
A true man had to know what to do and what not to do; all that mattered was having a clear conscience.
Pulling himself together, Zong Rulin swept his gaze around.
Yue Pengju clearly hadn't really meant for him to request another batch of Star Destroyers from the rear.
He had just been venting.
Neither of them had made any effort to hide their conversation from the others.
At least, many people in the Royal Ark's command cabin had heard the whole exchange.
Yet not one of them showed the slightest sign of surprise.
For one thing, unlike the bigwigs in the rear, those serving on the front lines naturally put their faith in true strongmen who could lead them to victory and improve their chances of survival.
For another, King of Cizhou Zong Rulin was no ordinary man.
The fact that he had chosen the ship as his flagship was proof enough of its reliability.
"Your Excellency, we have an incoming communication."
The radar operator reported.
"Put it through."
Zong Rulin's voice was low.
Yue Pengju was in charge