"That's right. We garrison soldiers are always at the very front of every battle, while those city guards hide in the rear every time. This time, no matter what, we have to raise the treatment of our garrison soldiers."
"But do you think that Flame High Priest will agree? If he doesn't, what do we do?"
"What else can we do? We'll really mobilize the soldiers to protest. Of course, during the protest, we must make sure the soldiers don't affect the defense of the city."
"We only want to put on a posture for the high priest to see. We do not want to plunge the Holy City into turmoil!" the commander of Shell Iron City reminded the assembled commanders.
"Don't worry, we understand!" All the garrison commanders were sincerely devoted to the Holy City. Otherwise, after suffering so many grievances, they would never still be willing to risk their lives for it.
Though they no longer obeyed the Flame High Priest's arrangements now, they still did not dare truly affect the Holy City's defenses. They feared that if they caused turmoil in the Holy City and the city was breached, then they would become sinners.
Once the discussion was finished, the several garrison commanders immediately wrote a jointly signed report letter expressing their demands, then had someone send it to the temple.
They had originally thought that this time, the Flame High Priest should agree to their request as well, or at least divide some food from the city guards over to their side.
But the result was beyond their expectations.
In the afternoon, when the letter from the temple arrived, the garrison commanders could not wait to gather together and read it.
And when they saw the letter, every garrison commander's face turned ashen.
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