Zheng Biao and Longchang exchanged glances. What was called a transfer was actually a gift.
Both answered in unison: "We have no objections."
"Good." Lin Ze said gravely. "I will compensate for your losses. You may leave."
Joy appeared on the faces of Zheng Biao and Longchang. They had initially thought it was a giveaway, but did not expect Lin Ze to offer compensation. In this way, they effectively suffered no loss, merely having spent a bit more time training their soldiers.
"Yes, we will take our leave."
"Thank you, Brother Lin."
"It's a small matter." Lin Ze waved his hand. Indeed, compared to the twenty billion he had given away, these three hundred soldiers were just small change. With sufficient resources and some time, it would be easy to train a large number of seasoned soldiers.
Shen Zhui was reaping great benefits. Even if he didn't give them away, he could still use resources to exchange people with other commanders.
