"Does anyone object?"
This statement was quite cocky and challenging, and it made it difficult for others to back down.
But Hui Wenzu didn't care anymore. Damn it, they were all old soldiers; subtle games and cryptic behavior wouldn't be perceived by them anyway. It's better to be straightforward and crisp.
Whenever accolades were lavished or a battle was requested in the military, wasn't the main tent always raucous?
If you want meat, speak with military merits!
The severed heads couldn't be faked; the Wolf Land Soldiers' hairstyles and customary adornments were unique. Hair could be shaved and ear holes pierced, but distinguishing fresh marks from old ones was difficult. Moreover, faking so many heads was simply impossible.
These merits were undeniable.
Thus, the pit they had previously dug for Hui Wenzu, they had effectively jumped into themselves.
Zheng Fan, standing behind Hui Wenzu, really wanted to ask, What are you actually fighting over?
