I'd say it'd be better just to surrender.
Bensheng Wuzhong's face turned livid. He had anticipated unrest among the troops, but he hadn't expected morale to be this low.
"Don't be afraid, everyone. We were only ambushed this time. The Shinigami aren't nearly as terrifying as we imagined. And don't forget, this is the Human World. We Quincy aren't the only ones here. There are so many Quincy in this world—how could they possibly kill them all?" Bensheng Wuzhong declared passionately.
Who knew that after his speech, morale would sink even lower?
Bensheng Wuzhong quietly asked the man beside him, "Which major Quincy families haven't been dragged into this yet?"
After looking around, his subordinate whispered, "Only the Ishida Family has never responded."
Bensheng Wuzhong's face darkened. Unlike the others, the Ishida Family had always been a prominent clan. They lacked neither food nor clothing and held an extremely high status. There was no way they would submit to others.
Before the war, he had invited them several times, but every invitation had vanished like a stone sinking into the sea, without so much as a reply.
"Find a way to drag them into this. Their family should have quite a few powerful Quincy, right? Also, I heard they have many branch families. Find a way to drag all of them in too. This time, we must unite every bit of strength we have. We rise together and fall together," Bensheng Wuzhong said grimly.
Even now, he believed the reason they had lost this war was because he had fallen for someone else's scheme. In a head-on clash, those Shinigami might not necessarily be able to defeat the Quincy.
That was why they needed more powerful forces.
His subordinate immediately wrote a letter to the Ishida Family.
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