"Do all these young men truly lack even the courage to fight one battle?" Wang Tao asked sternly, his eyes wide open as he looked around. His large, tiger-like eyes had a hint of blood-red in them, signaling the despair he finally felt. He knew that the people's hearts were no longer in it.
Once the generals retreated, Wang Tao seemed to have all energy drained from him as he slumped into his chair, looking at the now empty hall and couldn't help but sigh.
At that moment, the once towering passion in his heart gradually receded, leaving only a profound sense of powerlessness. "When the time comes, the whole world exerts the same force, but when the momentum fades, even heroes lose their freedom."
"Mr. Wu, do you think with such a state of morale, we are fit for a battle?" Wang Tao said softly, his voice echoing through the empty hall.
