Wen Zhong was preparing his next offensive against Xiqi, completely unaware that the soldiers under his command had begun looking at him strangely.
At first, Wen Zhong paid little attention to this. In his eyes, it was only natural.
After all, far too many soldiers had died during this time.
Then he heard what the soldiers were talking about.
"Can someone tell me why everyone now thinks those people in Xiqi would make righteous rulers?!"
Wen Zhong felt as though he was going mad.
He had merely been so consumed by guilt over the deaths of so many soldiers that he had neglected the men under his command.
Yet only a few days had passed, and now those soldiers actually believed he was an unfit commander.
What was more, they believed Great Shang had long since rotted away and deserved to be defeated by Xiqi!
Faced with Wen Zhong's fury, his subordinates did not say a word.
Every one of them felt miserable.
None of them wanted to see things come to this.
But these rumors had already spread everywhere.
Even if they began forbidding such talk now, it would do no good whatsoever.
"Grand Tutor, these men are all shortsighted. They simply cannot see your greatness."
An unremarkable-looking man standing to Wen Zhong's left stepped forward and spoke.
With a bang, Wen Zhong, who could no longer contain his fury, killed the man without the slightest hesitation.
"I don't want to hear that nonsense right now. I only want to know whether any of you have a way to solve this problem."
Wen Zhong's expression was grim.
Under these circumstances, he had absolutely no confidence in leading these soldiers into battle.
Who knew whether they might turn their weapons against him on the battlefield?
Even Wen Zhong had no