"Surrender to me, or be my enemy?"
Li Changhe's words, unsurprisingly, infuriated Zhang Liang.
He stood up furiously, pointing at the figure in the painting and bellowed, "Li Ba, do you think this is the Great Tang? Do you think you can control all the Expeditionary Army?"
Hou Junji, however, said nothing, silently watching Zhang Liang roar at Li Changhe.
"It's all because of you that our misfortune has come!" Zhang Liang's voice was full of resentment. "Li Ba, tell me, why is it that Cheng Yaojin and the others can bully the rat people and the weaker alien races, while we are sent to confront the insect god? Why can they repeatedly achieve military success, while we are sent here to die? We have also shed blood and tears for the Great Tang! Why have we ended up like this? Tell me!"
The furious howl echoed through the palace, with Zhang Liang venting his anger.
