On either side of him sat the core members of the Dawn Corps.
There was a hint of fatigue from the battle on their faces.
Yet their eyes were exceptionally bright, and their backs were straight as a rod.
On the opposite side of the long table, as well as in rear positions of the hall.
Sit over a dozen individuals with commanding presence, dressed in various official uniforms.
They are Tier Four generals from other major battlefields.
As well as some of the core staff officers they've brought with them.
At this moment, those generals, usually decisive and fierce, wore surprisingly consistent expressions.
Somewhat bewildered there.
Their eyes repeatedly glanced at Fang Qingyu at the head seat.
The battle had ended, far simpler than they imagined.
When they rushed in with reinforcements covered with dust.
They were prepared to face an extremely bitter struggle, even ready for heavy sacrifices.
And the result?
