After speaking, Shi Feiyang looked earnestly at Li Mengxiong, his eyes filled with deep concern for the people.
He turned slightly, facing everyone in the tent, and slowly opened his hands, palms up, displaying his candid and upright attitude.
His voice was loud yet gentle as he continued, "Gentlemen, when we march into battle, it is to protect our country and shelter its people. If this victory comes at the cost of the people's suffering, then how are we different from those rebellious troops who pillage and plunder? The sharp swords in our hands should be the righteous blades against evil, not tools for slaughtering the innocent!"
His voice, deep and full of infinite strength, reverberated slowly within the tent, drawing everyone's attention and plunging them into contemplation.
The words seemed to contain a magic power that penetrated deep into the souls of those present.
In Shi Feiyang's discourse, there was abundant sympathy and concern for the people.
