Mu Xiong closed his eyes in pain. How could he not understand this principle?
However, even when there is no way, one must find a way.
Mu Xiong's lips trembled with a choke in his throat. He had dedicated his life to war, experienced countless battles. Yet this time, he felt the most frustrated and troubled.
Because he did not lose to his opponent, but to the nation he was loyal to.
"Report! Old General, General Zhen and General Qiu request an audience." Suddenly, the Messenger came to report.
Mu Xiong abruptly opened his eyes: "Send them in." But his heart was filled with doubt. Weren't these two heavily injured in yesterday's battle?
Soon, the two generals, with arms and legs wrapped in blood-stained white cloth, strode in.
Mu Xiong quickly got up to greet them: "Why are you two not resting and healing, coming here instead?"
General Zhen and General Qiu exchanged glances and confidently cupped their fists towards Mu Xiong.
