C1787 Acting Leader of the Thousand Man Team

"Zhang Xing, you've got some nerve!"

A faint voice echoed through the command tent.

Zhang Xing halted, dropping over a hundred heads onto the ground with a thud.

In a swift motion, the heads were arrayed in a triangular formation.

"Lord Commander, Li He was unfit to serve as Captain. His death holds more value than his life ever did!"

The moment Zhang Xing's words hung in the air