Everyone was cowed by Zhao Yun's imposing presence, and no one dared make a sound. A few troublemakers had just wanted to speak when Zhao Yun gave them no chance and continued:
"Everyone fears death, but does being afraid mean you will not die? Will the barbarians spare you just because you are poor? Anyone who escaped from Honggu City knows that under the barbarians, you would not even qualify to be a dog. You would be a slave, with no chance to even touch a woman. Even if luck smiled on you and a woman wanted to marry you, it would be the barbarians sleeping with your wife on your wedding night. Even if you somehow had children, this generation, the next generation, generation after generation, would all be slaves to the barbarians, forever unable to make your own choices!
Today, you refuse to fight because you fear death. Tomorrow, you may still scrape by, but is that really all there is? This land should have belonged to us, the Human Race. Those women should have been ours. Why should the barbarians get to enjoy them? Those of our own kind—even if someone has to bully them, it should only be us. Why should they become slaves to barbarians? Why should our children be at the mercy of barbarian abuse?
Remember this: you are not fighting for the Great Jing Kingdom, nor are you fighting for the Human Race. You are fighting for yourselves! Even a cornered dog bites. When you are cornered, are you going to surrender?"
Honestly, a man had to drink the strongest wine and hold the girl he loved most. If someone dared stop him from enjoying that, what was the point of living?
Zhai Qianqian stood to one side, silently watching Zhao Yun, feeling