What military commander didn't yearn for battle?
To the weak, war foretold death and displacement.
But to the strong, war meant a reshuffling of the deck—a prime opportunity to rise.
As the territory's military commander, he understood its troop strength even better than Zong Shen did at present.
The forces within the territory were already far from what they had once been.
This was the perfect time to strike while the iron was hot and expand their lands!
Fall behind, and you would be beaten.
Even one hand could make a clap.
Because if you didn't slap others, others would come slap you.
That was the nature of aggression. To maintain a balance, one needed the strength to back it up.
Besides, balance itself was a product of compromise.
If one truly had enough strength, then mutual deterrence and peaceful development were all nonsense.
Take everything, turn scattered pieces into a whole—wouldn't that be wonderful?
The logic was simple enough, and it was the true nature of chaotic times.
So after hearing Zong Shen say this, Colby became somewhat excited.
Even he, usually so steady and composed, could not help but reveal an agitated expression.
"Colby is willing to die for you!"
"Whatever your command, I will carry it out with my life!"
Every word he spoke rang with conviction, his tone firm and filled with an unstoppable resolve.
Zong Shen nodded in satisfaction.
This was what he appreciated most about Colby.
With loyal subordinates, all he needed to do was issue orders and demands; there was no need to explain anything.
Their unconditional support and devotion gave him a powerful sense of recognition.
It had to be said, it was a very gratifying feeling.
"Don't worry. If war breaks out, you'll serve as the vanguard!"
Zong Shen knew what