The family heads held their breath, knowing the big event was coming.
"Right now, the troop reserves in the Southwest stand at six hundred thousand, which is simply not enough to launch this large-scale offensive and annihilation campaign!"
"Therefore, all private family armies hidden by the various clans must now be handed over in full, to be placed under the unified management and command of the Command Office!"
As soon as Zichuan Canxing spoke, it immediately caused an uproar.
The heads of the various clans all stood up with agitated and excited expressions to protest.
"Impossible, absolutely impossible!"
"I have already contributed both money and grain. Now you even want to strip away the army I recruited myself to protect my own family?"
"Without this final bit of private troops, how are we supposed to protect the safety of our own families?"
"You go too far, simply too far!"
"Playing it this way, what difference does it make from directly demanding our families' lives?"
In this chaotic world, only armies controlled in their own hands could make these clans feel secure.
Once the army was gone, how were their families supposed to gain a foothold in this world?
This was the unchanging rule of the West River Continent.
Every established clan with a long tradition of inheritance possessed its own military force.
Back then, when the Zichuan Family founded the state, they also promised them that they could retain their own military forces, provided they were kept within a certain prescribed scale.
Now, this move by Zichuan Canxing was undoubtedly digging up their roots.
How could this be allowed?
Therefore, everyone reacted fiercely and resolutely disagreed.
At this moment, Ma Wenyuan crossed his arms and watched the various states of being among the clan heads down below with keen interest.