Ninth Legion, tent.
Fu Yunhe, looking like a smiling tiger, grinned at several of his subordinate officers, seemingly waiting for them to make requests.
But anyone with a semblance of dignity wouldn't dare make any demands now.
Though they weren't entirely convinced, as experienced soldiers, they were irked to see a rookie who hadn't been in the battlefield for a year suddenly overtake them. It was unsettling.
Fu Yunhe waited for a while, then lifted the water cup in front of him and said to the group, "Since there are no demands, let's hope we work happily together in the future."
"I'm quite fair; in the legion, I am the sole voice. I hope everyone can cooperate."
Fu Yunhe led his troops with an iron fist, but over time, they realized that within his toughness, there was a gentle side.
He would change bandages for young soldiers, take care of the families of deceased soldiers, showing great concern because he too had grown from being a young soldier.
"Yes."
"Yes."
"Yes."
