Dispute

Each time another officer arrived, Turshan's expression darkened a little more.

There was little good news. Most of the officers had no idea what was happening in the camp, and when the orders they had issued with their own mouths were ignored, they were even more panicked than the soldiers.

This should not have happened, and it was impossible that it could happen. In the Northern Court, military orders weighed as heavily as mountains, and the Imperial Guard was an exemplar of strict discipline. Yet when faced with such blatant defiance, the officers were helpless, unable to recall any precedent they could draw upon.

Turshan watched the noble officers rushing back in droves. Disgust welled up inside him, but he had no choice except to steel himself and listen to their reports.

"The soldiers have gone mad. They refuse to carry out orders."

"They keep running around. I don't know what they're trying to do."

"King Yue Yao's soldiers have been almost completely wiped out."

"I saw a Centurion killed with my own eyes. He got into a fight with the soldiers..."

"The Tenth Army... I don't know where it went."

Only a few officers knew how to adapt. When they discovered that most of the soldiers were disobeying the order to "remain where you are," they immediately gathered the soldiers who were still willing to obey and led them toward the main tent.

Turshan realized he had made a mistake. If he had ordered the soldiers to assemble from the beginning, perhaps more of them would have come. But now there were only a little over a thousand before him, and even then, some soldiers were still changing their minds, turning around, and joining the unruly crowd.

A trace of fear seized him. Almost all the officers gathered around