"Grand General, can you please let me finish?"
The Grain and Grass Officer had narrowly escaped with his life and was filled with grievances. He had hoped for some comfort from Wu Xiaxian, but he never expected his own commander to defend Mo Yun at every turn, his words filled with distrust!
There were other generals in the tent. Although they were all under Wu Xiaxian's command, not all of them were truly his men.
The army group of 200,000 was cobbled together from six or seven legions.
And within the Great Yan Kingdom, these six or seven legions belonged to different factions.
So, one of them stood up and gave Wu Xiaxian a casual fist-and-palm salute. "Grand General, it's not my place to speak out of turn, but looking at the facts, there are only two groups of people within the Cao Kingdom who could have done this."
