Master Head of the Dragon Soul

Chapter 772 Dragon Lord, Please Think Twice

All the eyes in the vicinity turned toward Wu Yinglong, whose face had turned pale.

The Wu family had used their influence to shift the blame for their defeat onto a few honest deputy generals, making them the scapegoats and executing them as a warning to others.

However, the truth could not remain hidden forever, and it finally came to light!

"In the border battle, our hundred thousand troops suffered a devastating defeat, and thirty thousand brave soldiers perished, leaving no trace behind."

Chu Feng's tone was incredibly calm, devoid of any emotion.

But it was like the calm before a storm—a suffocating and fearful atmosphere that gripped everyone.

"This defeat was entirely due to the mistakes made by the commander, and you, Wu Yinglong, must take full responsibility."

Chu Feng narrowed his eyes, scanning the pale-faced Wu Yinglong with a chilling aura, like a sharp blade unsheathed, radiating a cold gleam.

"I... I admit my guilt!"

Wu Yinglong's forehead was covered in cold sweat. Without any hesitation, he immediately slapped himself on the cheek and bowed, saying, "Dragon Lord, this defeat is my fault. I fell into the enemy's trap due to a momentary lapse in judgment and committed a grave mistake. I beg for the Dragon Lord's forgiveness."

Wu Yinglong slapped himself again, this time with even more force, leaving a bloody mark on his cheek.

"I apologize to the thirty thousand soldiers who died on the battlefield and to the expectations of the people of Xi Ye. I have let them down. I cannot escape blame."

Wu Yinglong's scalp tingled, and his whole body turned cold.

He was acutely aware that he had committed a grave offense as a commander, causing the loss of thirty thousand soldiers. Throughout history, such a crime would result in immediate execution!

It was only because he was Lord Ping Xi's son that he could shift the blame and avoid death, still enjoying a luxurious life in the Fengdu Camp.

But if Chu Feng were to report this to Yenching, it would surely cause a national uproar. Even if his father was Lord Ping Xi, he would not be able to save his own life. Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

He had to show enough sincerity and adopt the lowest posture in order to appease Chu Feng and secure his own future.

Wu Yinglong slapped himself again, this time with a fierce blow to his cheek. Blood surged, and he wore a pained and sincere expression: "I beg the Dragon Lord for another chance, to redeem myself and recapture the lost territory."

Chu Feng's eyes swept over, shining like swords, and he casually said, "I will give you a chance. But what about the thirty thousand soldiers who died on the border? Did they have a chance to survive?"

"There must be an answer for this matter."

Wu Yinglong trembled in a low voice, "Yes, may I ask Dragon Lord, what should I do?"

"It's simple; I will use your head to reassure the army," Chu Feng said casually, and then asked, "Do you think that's acceptable?"

Chen Fengxing stepped forward, his gaze sharp as a knife, and his right hand slowly pressed on the Blue-Point Sword, which symbolized supreme military power.

Wu Yinglong's scalp instantly exploded, and the soldiers present were also shocked and in an uproar.

Chu Feng was planning to kill Wu Yinglong!

"You... you want to kill me?"

Wu Yinglong retreated several steps in fear, his face turning from pale to ashen, completely unable to believe it.

He became increasingly ferocious and roared madly, "Who do you think you are to kill me? You can't kill me!"

"I am the appointed commander, in charge of the hundred thousand troops in Fengdu!"

"My father is Lord Ping Xi, Wu Zhenguo; I am the eldest son of the Wu family, and I am the future heir."

The deputy generals present looked at each other and all knelt down, saying, "Please, Dragon Lord, please think twice before you act."