"This day has finally arrived."
In the U.S.A meeting room.
An air of gloom hung over the room.
Everyone looked at each other, all with grim expressions.
All these people were on the registration list for the faction war.
But none of them had the confidence to lead the U.S.A into battle.
In fact.
After discussing for a long time, they couldn't even select a commander.
It's not that no one had the ability to command.
It's that.
In the face of the current Longxia, whoever became the commander would have to take the blame!
If they lost, if they ended up at the bottom, the higher-ups wouldn't care about your commanding ability, they only cared about the results.
Losing is losing, elimination is elimination.
It's all the commander's fault!
"Let's discuss what we should do; tomorrow morning, we enter the faction war battlefield," the leader pondered aloud.
The room was silent for a few seconds.
Then someone spoke:
"At this point, we can only bite the bullet and go for it."
