Tie Shou's words were simple and direct, blunt and forceful, yet carried tremendous weight.
They shut down the objections of True Lord Yunmiao and the others outright.
True Lord Yunmiao's expression shifted slightly. He opened his mouth, but ultimately dared not say anything more.
After all, as deputy military commissioner and Commander Tie Zhan's adopted son, he was someone Yunmiao could not afford to slight.
Besides, what Tie Shou said was indeed reasonable and difficult to refute.
Wei Ting tapped a finger lightly on the commander's desk. His gaze finally settled squarely on Qing Chen, carrying scrutiny and pressure:
"Qing Chen."
"Present, General!" Qing Chen strode out of the shadows, his armor clanging. He dropped heavily onto one knee, his head slightly bowed, his voice exceptionally calm.
Wei Ting looked at him, his gaze so sharp that it seemed capable of piercing through Qing Chen's Black Demon Blood Armor and reaching the depths of his divine soul:
"Army Supervisor Tie recommended you, and Commissioner Tie also believes you have the ability.
"Now I ask you: are you confident you can command thirty thousand troops in an assault on Miaochong Prefecture in Qiongzhou?
"Think carefully. Of these three prefectures, Miaochong Prefecture has the most complicated situation!
"Yuxi Prefecture is relatively straightforward, while Qiong Prefecture occupies the most important position. But Qiong Prefecture has forty thousand troops stationed there, whereas you will have only thirty thousand.
"If you wish to attack Yuxi Prefecture or Qiong Prefecture instead, you may say so now."
An invisible pressure descended like a mountain, and every gaze in the tent converged on him.
Qing Chen slowly raised his head. His eyes did not waver in the slightest, holding only iron resolve. His voice was not loud, but it rang with the finality of severed nails and cleaved