Chapter 1150 - 1091. Chang’An Meeting Of Attack Pt.1
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"These are your quarters, Generals. Food and hot water have been prepared inside. I will return at the designated hour to escort you to the palace," the captain said respectfully, bowing before taking his leave. The heavy wooden doors of the mansion closed behind them, sealing them in absolute privacy.
The moment the latch clicked, the rigid, disciplined facades of the former Wei commanders instantly shattered.
"By the heavens!" Yue Jin exploded, tearing his heavy helmet from his head and slamming it onto a nearby stone table. "I would rather march back to Xiapi on foot than listen to that arrogant old badger boast for another minute! ’Look how the mighty have fallen’?! I nearly drew my sword right there at the gate!"
"It took every ounce of my willpower not to challenge him to a duel," Li Dian groaned, rubbing his temples furiously. "His archery is legendary, yes, but his mouth is a weapon of mass psychological torture. How does Chen Deng tolerate him on a daily basis?"
"He is an eccentric, abrasive old man who happens to be a martial genius," Zhang He sighed, gracefully unbuckling his shoulder pauldrons. "But his insults are petty. We cannot let a few harsh words destabilize our focus. We are standing on a knife’s edge here."
"Zhang He is right. Silence your grievances," Yu Jin commanded sharply, stepping into the center of the courtyard, ever the calm, stoic anchor of discipline. He looked severely at Yue Jin and Li Dian.
"You are acting like thin skinned recruits. Did you expect them to throw flower petals at our feet? We fought them for a long time. We killed their soldiers. Huang Zhong’s attitude is irrelevant. He is one of the Marshal of the Hengyuan Dynasty, and he vastly outranks us. You will adapt to his eccentricities, or you will face military tribunal for insubordination. There is nothing we can do about his personality."
"Yu Jin speaks the truth," Pang De added, his voice a low, rumbling growl as he unstrapped his heavy gauntlets. The desert warrior looked entirely unbothered by the diplomatic friction, his mind was already in the mountains of the northwest. "We are not here to make friends with the old tiger. We are here to become compatriots and brothers in arms on the battlefield. Respect is not given in speeches at the city gates, it is earned in the mud, surrounded by the enemy."