Ji Taichang stared fixedly at Wang Fugui.
His face was expressionless, yet an irrepressible fury spread from his body. Waves of almost tangible Killing Intent bore down upon Wang Fugui.
Yet Wang Fugui remained utterly composed. Ignoring everyone else, he merely watched Ji Taichang, the God King Who Pacified Heaven, in silence.
"Good!" Ji Taichang's voice carried neither joy nor sorrow. "In that case, I'll have to trouble Fugui to comment on the current situation and offer some guidance on our army's strategic and tactical principles."
Hiss!
The advisers and generals nearby felt their scalps tighten.
From their years of understanding their own Grand Marshal, this reaction meant he was absolutely, utterly, extraordinarily furious.
That brat called Wang Fugui was in for it!
Yet Wang Fugui seemed entirely unaware of Ji Taichang's anger. He simply nodded crisply in agreement.
Paying no heed to the others' stares, he soon turned his attention to the enormous stellar sand table and began examining it carefully.
After a moment, he nodded. "Marshal Ji truly deserves his title as the military god of our Eastern Dawn. Despite our side's obvious disadvantage in both troop numbers and top-tier combat strength, you have still managed to hold the line to this extent. However..."
"However what?" The first half had made Ji Taichang feel somewhat pleased, but the moment he heard those two words, he knew everything before them had been nonsense.
"However, your defensive arrangement relies on holding dangerous terrain and forming a network of mutually supporting strongpoints. Overall, it is too conventional—utterly unremarkable." Wang Fugui delivered his assessment with complete seriousness.
The moment those words left his mouth, the expressions of the surrounding advisers and generals changed. Several immediately wanted to speak.
Ji Taichang's gaze sharpened. He stopped his advisers and generals from erupting, raised his