Any decision-making error, or indecisiveness, can result in casualties or even total annihilation.

Even they themselves can't come back.

These are the elite troops selected from across the country; there can be no mistakes. Furthermore, both men come from extremely prominent families. If anything were to happen to them, how would we explain it to Wang Jian and Meng Ao?

Emotionally speaking, the 30,000 men were his loyal followers who would die for him, and the three men were his brothers and friends. He could not accept the loss of any of them if they were injured or killed.

At this moment, the pressure he felt was far greater than anyone else's.

Zhang Erhe smiled slightly upon hearing this, "Sir, as the old saying goes, children and grandchildren have their own blessings. Children will eventually grow up, and if you don't let go, they will certainly have a hard time achieving anything in the future."

These words made the wicked husband's eyes bulge out.

He was just describing the feeling, but this kid went and elevated himself to this level?

Is it polite for you to say this to a fifteen-year-old boy?

However, although the words are strange, the underlying meaning is correct.

Zhang Erhe did not notice the abnormality in the evil husband's expression and continued to say to himself, "One general's success is built on the bones of ten thousand. Without going through the trials of life and death, how can one become a general who can stand alone?"

"Not everyone is like you, General. Growth requires gradual accumulation!"

The wicked man glanced at him sideways; this kid really knew how to speak eloquently.

However, this also dispelled many of his doubts, and his face once again revealed an arrogant smile of "I am the only one who can do it!" "You are right. With me backing us up, when else should we go for it?!"