Chapter 2282: Bronze mask (1)
The things the boss made were all good.
The Red Female Guard's present was the future of the other battalions.
These two principles were firmly believed by Cloud Peak's soldiers, even its high-level members.
Since the seemingly unremarkable bronze masks met both criteria above, they were definitely worth fighting for!
If they were evenly distributed, there would be nothing to say—everyone would be happy. After all, they were brothers who had been through life and death together over the years; the number of times they had saved each other's lives might be more than one could count on both hands.
When good things were shared, nothing would happen; there would be no conflict. Even if distribution was sometimes uneven, no one cared too much, because it was certainly not due to any ill intent—it was simply how the situation was, and compensation would come later.
Cloud Peak might not be able to achieve absolute fairness, but it could guarantee reasonable fairness.
But now it was different. Le Dayuan said that all fifty thousand bronze masks would go to a single battalion—that was a big problem.
This was not just about distribution; to some extent, it involved recognition of a battalion's combat strength.