But if he refused to hand them over...
Ye Jinghong's gaze swept across the young, resolute faces on the barrier.
These five thousand three hundred soldiers were the future of East Sea City, the very foundation of his power.
Was he supposed to just stand by and watch them get annihilated without a sound in the next, unknown Tide of Annihilation, just like Thor's squad?
'Drink poison to quench my thirst, or just sit here and wait to die?'
For the first time, a look of profound helplessness and conflict appeared on Ye Jinghong's usually stern face.
He felt his chest tighten, his breathing growing heavy.
Beside him, Gu Jian's face was pale. His lips moved, but he couldn't utter a single word.
In the face of a decision that would determine the life or death of the entire army, any tactical analysis seemed pathetically inadequate.
Just as the entire command staff sank into a despairing silence, Han Feng suddenly took a step forward.
