As soon as he finished speaking, his words caused a huge stir.
"war!"
"The Marshal is right! Let's beat the hell up!"
"So what if there are six SS-rank enemies? Our Great Xia Military has never been afraid of powerful enemies!"
"Let's do it!"
The entire Zhenguo Hall was instantly ignited by a fervent fighting spirit.
Most of the generals stood up excitedly, their faces flushed, and shouted in agreent.
The humiliation suppressed for a century and the blood debts accumulated over forty years found an outlet at this mont.
However, just as the crowd was getting excited...
A slightly aged voice rang out slowly and deliberately.
"Please be patient."
Everyone looked in the direction of the sound.
An elderly man with white hair, who was sitting in the front row, slowly stood up.
He ignored the gazes around him and simply stared at Zhao Qingcang on the stage, his cloudy eyes filled with deep worry.
"marshal."
"Since you want to start a full-scale war with the Sakura Kingdom, I would like to ask «N.o.v.e.l.i.g.h.t» a question."
What are your chances of winning?
Zhao Qingcang looked at the other person, Qi Zhenyun, an old comrade who had crawled out of the mountains of corpses and seas of blood at the sa ti as him.
He paused for a mont, then slowly spoke.
"Less than 20%"
Upon hearing this, the generals, who had just been fired up, fell silent.
Less than 20%?
This is almost tantamount to certain defeat.
Upon hearing this, the old general surnad Qi gave a bitter smile.
"Twenty percent? Marshal, that's already quite optimistic."
"In my humble opinion, there is probably not even a one percent chance of winning."
"Six SS-level powerhouses, this force is enough to sweep through any war zone of our Great Xia."
"What's more, they are planning to resurrect that legendary SSS-class."
The old general looked around at the faces, so resentful, so angry.
“I know what you’re thinking. You think I’m boosting the morale of others while diminishing our own?”
"But war cannot be won with just passion."
"To put it another way..."
"Even if they really resurrected Amaterasu, it doesn't necessarily an they will attack our Great Xia."
"If we declare war now, aren't we just putting ourselves in a dead end?"
"Old Qi!"
A roar interrupted Qi Zhenyun's words.
The one-ard general Wang Zhenbei suddenly stood up, staring at him with bloodshot eyes.
"It's you! You've been advocating for peace with Japan all these years!"
"And what was the result? What progress has been made?"
"Those bastards are getting more and more arrogant, they even want to shit and piss on the heads of the people of Great Xia!"
Upon hearing this, Qi Zhenyun's wrinkled old face instantly turned red.
He slamd his hand on the table, making a loud "bang".
"Wang Zhenbei! Do you think I'm doing all this for my own benefit?"
He pointed to all the generals present, his voice trembling slightly with excitent.
"We are soldiers! We can fight to the death with our passion and blood! We'd rather die than give up!"
"But what about the more than one billion people of the Great Xia Kingdom?"
"Who will be responsible for their lives?!"
"If it weren't for the infamy I've endured all these years, maneuvering between various countries, would Great Xia have been able to smoothly transition to where it is today?"
For a mont, everyone fell silent.
Even the furious Wang Zhenbei opened his mouth, but couldn't utter a single word.
yes.
Soldiers are willing to die on the battlefield, their bodies wrapped in horsehide.
But they are not only the sharpest blade of the Great Xia Kingdom, but also its shield.
Behind them are over a billion compatriots who need protection.
Any decision could lead to catastrophic disaster and utter ruin.
In this suffocating silence.
Zhao Qingcang on the stage slowly began to speak.
"What Lao Qi said makes no sense."
"None of us can guarantee that the resurrected Amaterasu will not turn against us."
"If we go to war, our chances of winning are slim, and the people will suffer."
"If we don't go to war, we'll just swallow our pride and prolong our lives."
"I've been thinking about this for the past few days."
Zhao Qingcang's gaze sharpened as he swept over everyone in the hall.
There is an old saying in the Great Xia Dynasty.
"How can I allow others to snore under my bed?"
“Once Japan gains power, it will definitely not let us go, that’s for sure.”
"We would do the sa if we were in that situation."
"Soone told that instead of passively waiting to die, it's better to take a gamble."
"I think that makes a lot of sense."
He paused, his tone softening slightly.
"Of course, the Great Xia Military Headquarters is not a place where I, Zhao Qingcang, can have absolute power."
"So people agree, and naturally, so people disagree."
"That is also the reason why I have gathered you here today."
Zhao Qingcang took a deep breath and announced in a solemn tone, as he had never done before.
"Now, initiate the highest military vote."
"Those who agree to a full-scale war against the Sakura Kingdom, please raise your hands."
"If there are more people in favor, then let's start a national war, a fight to the death!"
"If there are many opponents, then we will imdiately discuss the second plan and find another way out!"
As Zhao Qingcang finished speaking, he was the first to raise his calloused hand.
The movents were slow, but incredibly determined.
All eyes were focused on the raised arm, as if it were not a hand, but a battle flag fluttering in the wind, old but never falling.
"Bang!"
A loud bang shattered the silence.
One-ard General Wang Zhenbei slamd his remaining right hand on the table and stood up abruptly.
Without hesitation, he raised his hand high, like a drawn sword pointing straight at the do.
"The Northwest Theater Command seconds this!"
This roar seed to be a signal.
I second that!
"Central Plains Theater Command agrees to comnce hostilities!"
"Southeast Military Region, volunteering for battle!"
For a mont, the hall was filled with the ear-piercing sound of tables and chairs scraping against the floor.
One after another, figures stood up, and arms were resolutely raised.
The pro-war generals, led by Wang Zhenbei, had a burning fire in their eyes, fueled by a century of humiliation and hatred.
I originally thought there would be a stalemate between the two sides, but it turned out to be a one-sided fervor.
Just then, a loud voice drowned out all the noise.
"We, from Chuandu, are willing to be the vanguard!"
Everyone looked in the direction of the voice and saw that the Governor of Sichuan, who wore gold-rimd glasses and looked very refined, not only raised his hand but also stood on the chair.
These words were like pouring a bucket of cold water into a boiling oil pan, instantly causing an uproar.
"Why should I!"
Wang Zhenbei suddenly turned his head, his one eye wide open, staring intently at the Governor-General of Sichuan.
"When it cos to fighting Japan, our Northwest Theater Command has been guarding the border for decades, so we have the most experience and have also made the greatest sacrifices!"
"No one but our Northwest Army can take this vanguard position!"
Before he finished speaking, another burly general stepped forward; he was the head of the Southeast Military Region.
"Old Wang, you can't say that."
"The main battlefield this ti will definitely be on the eastern coast. Our Southeast Military Region has the advantage of favorable timing and location, and can deploy troops the fastest!"
"We should be the vanguard!"
"Bullshit!" a general from the North slamd his fist on the table and cursed. "Our Northern Army has been fighting those barbarians from the Great Bear Kingdom for years. We're best at fighting tough and fierce battles! This first hard nut to crack must be cracked by us!"
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