Even with five against one, they had still lost. The deputy commanders wished they could find a crack in the ground to crawl into. Of course, some remained unconvinced. Tang Kuo Shengrong muttered, "What skill is there in brute strength? If I had a bow in hand, I could turn you into a pincushion in a few breaths."
The others said nothing, but the defiance in their eyes was obvious. Many believed that if they had weapons in hand, they might not have lost to him.
Song Qingshu spoke at just the right moment. "A true man accepts defeat when he loses. What are all these excuses for? Would the enemy on the battlefield argue reason with you?"
Since they were members of the Tang Kuobian family, he had no concerns about reprimanding them. Besides, this was a chance to give the others a warning as well.
Sure enough, upon hearing his rebuke, the others all showed ashamed expressions. Of course, some still refused to accept it, such as Pusuan Feihan. "A general cannot rely on brute strength alone. Everyone in the Zhongyi Army is an elite among elites. If he does not understand how to lead troops into battle, who would accept him as their commander?"
Wanyan Chen Heshang finally spoke. "During the drill at the training grounds earlier, you were the one commanding the attacking side, weren't you?"
"So what if I was?" A trace of pride flashed across Pusuan Feihan's face. Although he had just lost, he had controlled the rhythm of the attack as smoothly as flowing clouds and running water. He was certain that in an actual battle against Tang Kuo Hongda, he would be the one to win in the end.
"Unfortunately, you still lost," Wanyan Chen Heshang said flatly.
"That was because the