Chen Sansi closed his eyes, "You're right."
He understood all this well enough; the other's admonishments severed the last shackle in his heart.
The battlefield was just like that.
Without sacrifice, there could be no victory.
"Knowing I'm right is good!"
Yu Song looked at him, his voice trembling slightly with excitement, "So, put away your pathetic, cowardly sympathy and pity! Those who are benevolent don't handle money, and those who are kind don't command troops!
"On the battlefield, it has always been that for one general's success, thousands of bones lay dry—a timeless truth!
"But as long as they die a worthy death, the brothers will absolutely have no grievances!"
"Don't talk anymore!"
