In a military barracks' meeting room, a division commander, face full of mockery, looked at his subordinates who appeared like frost-stricken eggplants and drawled, "Why so silent? Didn't you talk about interception last time? Are we going to fight this time or what? Should we top up the tank fuel?"
"Division Commander, please stop making fun of us, we didn't really do anything out of line back then, did we?" A regiment commander scratched his neck uncomfortably as he pleaded embarrassingly.
They had blustered about intercepting Princess Ying Yue's train before, only to watch her directly transfer to a plane at Fengjiang...
In fact, their interception plan had not been carried out at all, and the whole affair remained at the level of empty talk, stirring no real waves.
