At Mo Yang's words, Sikong Jing's hundred thousand troops in the distance immediately stirred, their fury soaring to the heavens.
"Don't hold me back! I'm going to kill that old bastard!"
One after another, they went mad, wishing they could devour Mo Yang alive.
"Silence!"
Just as the hundred thousand men were raging with indignation, Sikong Jing's voice burst out like thunder, and they abruptly fell quiet again.
Sikong Jing's authority had now reached its peak.
Then Sikong Jing slowly turned around and swept his gaze over the hundred thousand troops. "I'll teach you another lesson today. Whether on the battlefield or off it, no matter what happens, you must remain calm."
"Only calmness makes a truly mature force, one capable of becoming a truly invincible army."
After speaking, Sikong Jing's sharp gaze swept across them all, and every one of them instinctively lowered their heads.
His bearing inspired fear in their very bones.
"Moreover, we must despise the enemy in spirit, yet take them seriously in tactics."
"Trash like Mo Yang isn't even qualified to be despised by us. Just regard him as dung. So what if he has stolen the credit now? Tomorrow, we can have him die on the battlefield."
"Those without ability who insist on sticking their necks out die the fastest."
Every sentence Sikong Jing spoke struck straight into their hearts, and the hundred thousand troops nodded mutely like children.
Those who snatched credit on the battlefield were often sent to do things beyond their ability. Then they would die horribly. When that happened, who would believe the achievement had been theirs?
Commander Fan Chong was no fool.
"There's one more thing. What were you all worried about earlier?"
"Wasn't it that after attacking Mo Yang, we would be dealt with as rebel troops? That