"But aren't there still a lot of children there?" Bai Zhipeng gave a bitter laugh.
"Same thing I said before—does Great Qin not have children? The Red Mad Wolves won't only take adults and spare children." Jiang Yan Hai shrugged.
In truth, neither Bai Zhipeng nor He Zhi Jun had any hesitation. Even many of the soldiers who knew about this mission had no hesitation. It was not because they were ruthless, nor because they were cold-blooded.
It was simply that soldiers were sometimes destined to make difficult choices. And when choosing between others and the people of their own country, no one would choose the others.
Our country had never had a smooth journey from the beginning. In modern times alone, it had taken the blood of tens of millions of ordinary people and martyrs to make this country glorious again. This was a nation watered by real blood, not one gained through compromise.
If it truly had been gained through compromise, perhaps the country would have survived, and the people could have continued living. But once the backbone of a nation had bent, it would never be able to straighten again.
That was the greatest difference.
"If you don't want to do it, Old Bai, I can handle it. Getting my hands covered in blood is something I've done plenty of times already." Jiang Yan Hai smiled faintly.
He Zhi Jun and Bai Zhipeng were both somewhat speechless.
Bai Zhipeng rolled his eyes. "Get lost. You brat aren't even in charge here anymore. You're heading to the front lines—why won't you even leave us a share of the spoils in the rear? I was just asking. Do you think you're the only one with the resolve to become the people's executioner?"
Jiang Yan Hai immediately laughed twice and