Ye Yinzhu's gaze was firmly fixed on the battle above the city walls. At this moment, the war had not yet spread to his command post. Shaking his head, his response nearly made Cruz choke on his own blood, "It's not yet time."
"Not yet time? Then you tell me, when is the right time? Can't you see? Our warriors are falling one by one; those are lives being lost. Do you know how much resources it takes to train a true warrior? Their families are still waiting for them to return and reunite."
Ye Yinzhu frowned, "Marshal Cruz, please mind your status. Here, I am the commander. Everything I do is for the ultimate victory. On the battlefield, if you succumb to pity due to our losses, then we will only face defeat in the end. A general's death on the battlefield is inevitable. Do you still not understand this principle?"
