The Princess of Northern Land

"My lord General." One of the commanders stepped forward, "I’d rather die standing than be sneered at by the common folk in retreat."

This sentiment struck a chord, and the crowd’s discussion grew even more animated.

"Even if you were to die in the line of duty, you would be the heroes of our North Country." Billy fanned the flames, "Our King will certainly never mistreat your families, and the people will forever remember you as brave warriors."

Watching his indignant subordinates, and considering the future, Bayal sighed deeply, "Does the National Master have a way to counter their poison powder?"

"I have inspected it already, that powder only temporarily weakens people without taking their lives. When we attack the city later, just have everyone cover their mouths and noses with cloth." Billy spoke carelessly, "After the previous fierce battle, Northern Land will not have much reserves of oil and stones left. As long as we can hold on, Chu Suifeng will certainly be defeated. Once we enter Border City, with our forces’ strength, what would we have to fear from Northern Land’s soldiers?"

"The National Master speaks sensibly."

"Yes, as long as we can hold on, we will definitely win." There are warmongers in every era.

These commanders, aspiring to be heroes and encouraged by Billy, quickly forgot the brutal scene earlier, their eyes glistening with pragmatic ambition.