"Sir, if you want to take all these 1,500 Barbarian soldiers, I'm afraid we simply cannot accept that."
"Exactly, sir. Among us present here, you can certainly claim the lion's share, but you should still leave some for the rest of us."
"If our units had more Barbarian soldiers, we would be much more flexible on the battlefield."
The commanders voiced their opinions one by one, each with a sound rationale.
The crux of their arguments was simple: Yes, you're in charge, but you cannot gobble up everything for yourself!
Hui Wenzu picked up his teacup, blew the foam from the surface, took a sip of tea, and only when the commanders' voices subsided did he finally put the cup down.
He said:
"Gentlemen, it's not that I'm being imperious. I, as a Northerner, have spent most of my life dealing with the Barbarians. Firstly, these Barbarians are unruly and difficult to tame. Secondly, as the saying goes, 'only when five fingers work together can they form a powerful fist.'
