Li Youu glanced at Li Jue's nephew and said to the people below, "It's a good thing to know what's hot; next year's battles will depend on you. If any retreat in the face of unfavorable battles..."
"Let's not consider that we would face unfavorable battles. If such a situation arises, I'll behead that person myself, and then present my own head to the strategist!" Hu Feng shouted.
"Very good." Li Youu said coldly, looking at Hu Feng, "As soldiers, what you must do is kill the enemy, use your martial force to crush all enemies before you, any enemy blocking you is an honor to you, all are spoils of war!"
"Roar!" All the soldiers in the camp shouted loudly.
"You are the sharpest blade under heaven; you have the right to receive the highest stipend, the right to seize the spoils of war that belong to you. These are what you deserve. In exchange, you must fight for the nation behind you!" Li Youu's cool voice echoed throughout the camp.
