Hua Ying's face trembled violently. Is he going to use me to demoralize my own troops?
This old general was a man of resolve. He raised a hand to strike his own crown, ready to end his life on the spot.
"Hmph!"
Yang Hu kicked and shattered his kneecap, then grabbed him by the neck and hoisted him up. "You've fallen into my hands. Did you really think you could die just because you wanted to?"
Hua Ying was the picture of misery, utterly desperate.
At the same time, Chen Jian, who was stationed at the National Defense command post, was just as anxious as Hua Ying. The newly appointed Supreme Martial Commander sat with a face so grim it seemed water might drip from it.
He had suffered defeat after defeat from the very beginning. After some initial self-reproach, he had simply let it go. In his view, the problem wasn't his method of conducting large-scale operations. Rather, the enemy was too strong, so overpowering that he was left helpless.
