"Good. Take ten million troops with you."
Without a second thought, Chu Yang agreed. Hearing his words, the old man's face flushed crimson with excitement.
"Many thanks, Emperor."
At the end of the day, he was merely a civil official. He spent his days in the Ministry of War, his only task being to analyze battle situations and pass the information on to the generals at the front.
They were the generals' think tank. As for personally leading troops into battle? They could only dream about it.
Now that he had heard he would be given ten million troops to command, he was beside himself with excitement. He had been in the Ministry of War for several hundred years; never mind commanding ten million soldiers—even ten soldiers had never been placed under his command.
This was his first time becoming a great general, and he was starting out with ten million troops. At this moment, he no longer cared about anything—consequences, repercussions, costs—none of it mattered.
His dream was about to come true. He would not hesitate even if it meant dying in battle; even if the Golden Crow Empire were destroyed, it would have nothing to do with him.
"Emperor, this subject has had a dream hidden away for many years. Could you allow this subject to go to the front lines as well? This subject is not greedy; one million troops will suffice."
"Emperor, this subject only needs one hundred thousand. One hundred thousand is enough."
"Emperor, this subject also wants one hundred thousand. Of course, the more the better, Emperor..."
Seeing that the first person had succeeded, the others all dropped to their knees before Chu Yang, their faces red and necks thick as they cried out.
A group of old men several thousand years old all