Wang Guo did not finish his sentence, for the eyes of the group of generals in the hall were nailed to him like Baihong arrows.

This old bastard had not even cleaned his own behind yet; a slight wind just rose up and he already dared to convince His Majesty to move the capital elsewhere. If it weren't for this situation of enemies invading from outside and chaotic state of affairs on the inside, perhaps everyone would have cut him to pieces.

Wang Guo swallowed thickly and breathed out, bending his back, not daring to look up.

Li Feng's expression was unfathomable. He was quiet for a moment, then completely ignored Wang Guo and only said: "Let Tan Hong Fei return to his position, give him a chance to atone for his wrongdoings with merits... I called you all here for discussion, anyone who still talks bullshit, get out right now!"

In this urgency, even crude language belonging on the street could come out of the Emperor's mouth. The hall instantly fell into dead silence, red and white flashed on Wang Guo's face.

Li Feng impatiently turned to the Minister of War: "Subject Hu, you are in charge of military affairs, holding the Drumming Orders, what do you say?"

The Minister of War was naturally born with a pale and green complexion combined with a long face. His name was 'Hu Guang', which sounded similar to 'sweet melon', thus some people would call him Minister Melon in private.

As Minister Melon heard Li Feng's words, his face twisted into a bitter melon. In name, the Drumming Order was issued by the Ministry of War, but how could the Ministry of War dare to send them out? He was only but a pen in the hands of the Emperor, would a pen dare to have an opinion?

Hu Guang wiped a cold sweat, talking with a lack of confidence: "Oh... Your Majesty is right, the capital is the foundation of our Great Liang. It is the place where the people's hearts turn to. How could we let those foreigners barge in here? What kind of proper order would that be! Even if we only have a single pawn left, we have to fight to the end. If we were to retreat now, it would only dishearten the troops."

Li Feng truly had no patience to listen to his nonsense repeating like a spinning wheel, he immediately intercepted him: "I asked you how to fight!"

Hu Guang: "..."

Everyone was glaring at Wang Guo, but the man was right. If the Jiangnan Navy commander had already died in battle, who could be in charge of the Eastern Sea? How were they supposed to mobilize troops?

In the event of the foreigners going North, how many rounds of cannons could the Northern Camp and the Imperial Guards be able to block?