"I have always meticulously examined every decision, never overlooking any details." Hastings' voice was somewhat somber: "For thirty years, I have continuously held meetings, discussing Feiyang's every military action, formulating every battle plan... But I forgot one thing. I forgot the natural law of survival of the fittest. Sitting in this position, controlling the highest military command like a cage, while isolating external dangers, also turned the invincible army with rich tactical imagination from thirty years ago into a rigid, stiff machine."
"Without sacrifice, there is no victory..." Hastings turned back, his smile tinged with an indescribable bitterness: "This is something I've said, yet my students, my subordinates, had a thousand interpretations, none of them truly understanding the essence of this phrase. This is the mistake I've made over the thirty years... And the Binart Empire, within thirty years, has nurtured a Sobel and his three great generals!"
