"Trash, a bunch of trash!"
"Within a day, our platoon was attacked seven times.
Seven or five soldiers were killed by the Yellow Turban thieves!
Our troops have been reduced by nearly one-tenth, but you haven't even seen a single hair of the thief.
A bunch of trash!"
In the camp at the south of Ying Tao city, the commander of their platoon was roaring, and the ten station commanders were all lowering their heads, not daring to breathe.
Everyone knew that the general was currently in a fit of anger.
Whoever dared to say anything would definitely incur the wrath of the Thunder.
No one could bear the anger of the general at this time.
In fact, the Marquis was not so angry as to be afraid.
This was because once this news reached the ears of the higher-ups, not only would he lose his skin, he might not even be able to keep his life.
He had to do something now!
The general knew this very well.
