Zunshen was not zealous in the traditional sense of the word. He would not scream for the blood of his enemies, he would not avenge fallen comrades in a blaze of glory, he would not abandon all planning and tactics at the first slight against his country. Instead, he would have the ultimate revenge on the enemies of Jinhai.
By simply being better than them.
Even as enemies old and new hammered against the walls of Jinhai, they held firm against the foreign invaders. Technology, Dark Magic, all was rendered moot by the classic tenants of warfare as passed down by the Sages. Dedication, Discipline, and Duty was the glue that held together the defenders of Jinhai, and Zunshen was nothing if not the embodiment of these traits.
His sharp eyes examined the map before him, various markers denoting the forces arrayed against them. The jade figurines that denoted his armies were a stark contrast to the effective, if crude wooden carvings that represented the armies of the Cult of Verore and the various Demonic tribes. He found it fitting that even in representation, that they were inferior. But, it would not do to get overconfident.
"Are all the divisions outfitted with the proper supplies?" He asked one of the logistics officers near the map table. The officer snapped out a crisp affirmative and held out a scroll detailing the exact specifics of what those troopers had received. Zunshen was pleased with this efficiency, but he did not let it show on his face.
He straightened out and placed his arms behind his back, turning around to look down the mountain side. A fresh army of troops was marching out to replace those at the wall, armed with the latest forged Jinhai steel, prototypes of crossbows and newer, sharper blades common amongst what was the finest generation of Jinhai troops in history.
He could not be more proud.
Dedication, Discipline, Duty.
"With each day, the forces of the Great Enemy grow weaker as infighting consumes them, the Demon Hordes content to feast on each other and the Great Enemy. Even now, our own forces grow stronger, and we find ourselves on the cusp of the greatest decision of our lives."
He paused, turning to face his staff before continuing, looking each of them in the eye one by one. "We can continue to hold the wall, continuing the grand traditions of our ancestors by holding back the enemy, until we no longer have purpose. Or we may do something different."
"We can attack."
It was a credit to the men that made up his staff that they did not immediately erupt into discussion or worse, open revolt.
Zunshen continued, pressing on with a great intensity to his words. "Once, in the distant past, we expanded in the face of adversity to command the land we do now. When the Great Enemy came, we wisely retreated to a place we could hold, a land we could keep safe. And now the time has come to continue an even older tradition than the one we hold today." He slammed a fist down on the map table. "We must press forward, we must go on the offensive to forever eradicate the threat of the Great Enemy, of the grotesque Demonic Abominations, of the Foreign Barbarians that dare to oppose us. The time has come for our tactics to change, but remember that some things shall never change."
He pounded his chest twice over his heart. "Dedication, Discipline, Duty. The Honor of Jinhai is with us, and now more than ever we carry the Divine Right of Heaven. This is our destiny. Who will stand with me?"
Each and every single officer at that table knelt on one knee before Zunshen and repeated the gesture. "Dedication, Discipline, Duty!" The thundered as one.
At this, did he give a nod of approval and once again did he turn to face the army that would carry the influence of Jinhai beyond it's borders. The wheels were in motion, Zunshen mused as he grasped his blade, sheathed in it's scabbard. He knew in his very bones that there could be no failure in his campaign against the barbarians. It was his destiny.