As the Mo Blade Army prepared to build a city, the soldiers of the Distant Might Army and Might-Shaking Army looked toward their two commanders.
Chai Qingtang and Shi Yuanhao exchanged a glance.
Chai Qingtang remained silent.
Shi Yuanhao sighed. "The Demon Race army hasn't arrived yet. It wouldn't be right for us to leave now. The Mo Blade Army are comrades-in-arms, after all. We'll help them build the city, then retreat immediately once the Demon Race army arrives. How about it?"
Chai Qingtang said slowly, "To hesitate when a decision must be made, to sway back and forth—this is a grave taboo in warfare."
"If we don't help, I won't be able to get past that hurdle in my heart. Looking at the Mo Blade Army, about to be buried here, reminds me of my old comrades. They too lie buried in these grasslands. I'm afraid they'll poke at my spine from beneath the earth." Shi Yuanhao said.
Chai Qingtang snorted coldly. "This general firmly opposes it..."
Before Shi Yuanhao could sigh, Chai Qingtang continued, "However, this general cannot command military officers of the same rank. Since General Shi insists on building the city, this general cannot leave alone and can only be forced to lend a hand. But all responsibility will be borne by you alone, General Shi. It has nothing to do with this general."
"Good!" Shi Yuanhao smiled.
Chai Qingtang swept his gaze across the vast green grasslands.
His brothers were buried here too.
The two men only indulged in melancholy for a moment before their brows suddenly knitted tightly, their eyes fixed dead ahead.
They saw Li Qingxian seemingly possessing a treasure chest of everything, constantly taking out all manner of defensive works and construction materials.
Not only that, everything needed to build a city