Of course, he really hadn't heard clearly, so it wasn't exactly lying.
"Fuck off, bastard!"
Fei Xinyu bellowed angrily.
"You!"
Zhao Yunlong nearly drew his sword, thinking, You dare curse at me!?
Fei Xinyu, as deputy commander during the war, had legitimate authority, so Zhao Yunlong naturally wouldn't dare act rashly, but now that the great battle was over, when they were off duty, there wasn't one among the generals who didn't want to beat him up. Even knowing they couldn't beat him, they wanted to fight first and talk later. If they got the chance to land a few blows on someone's face, it'd be a great story to boast about for a while.
But Fei Xinyu's next sentence made Zhao Yunlong behave again.
"Collect the bodies of our fallen brothers along the way."
Remembering the brothers who had died in battle, Zhao Yunlong's fury subsided in an instant, sad at heart, "Understood."
He then asked, "What about the Yan Army's dead?"
