By then, the squad led by the Strong Captain had already fallen into internal strife. One of the shrewder warriors said, "Captain, you've already obtained the remains of a True God-level powerhouse from Nine Smoke Marsh, so you've completed this Disaster-level Mission. But what about the rest of us? We haven't earned a single point of military merit yet. Nobody knows when this decisive battle between the two forces will end. Right now is our only chance to earn military merit.
"Once this battle ends, if we still haven't earned ten thousand military merit points, we won't be able to complete the legion's mission. We'll all die then, and that won't do you any good either, will it? Everyone followed you because they trusted you, but now you're too afraid to act. What are we supposed to do?"
Following that warrior's words, the others also urged the captain to act. Some even knelt and begged him. After all, they would die if they failed to earn at least ten thousand military merit points, so naturally, every one of them was frantic. They lacked the captain's strength and extensive experience, so they could only ask him to act. Besides, they had offered him plenty of good things over the years. It was his turn to help them now.
The Strong Captain looked at the warriors who followed him, sensing their anxiety and desire for military merit, and found himself in a difficult position. The only reason he could remain calm was that he had already seized the remains of a True God-level powerhouse from Nine Smoke Marsh, effectively completing this Disaster-level Mission. Otherwise, he would have been even more anxious than these warriors. After all, everyone wanted to survive, but failure to complete the legion's mission meant death.
Even so, the