The woman hesitated for a long time. She glanced at the man, gritted her teeth, and said, "Then stab the other foot of the man."
"What!" The man stared at her in disbelief. For the first time, the woman who had shared his hardships felt so unfamiliar. He shouted emotionally, "This sword should be stabbed into you. I already have four swords in me."
"I know, but I have two swords in me too. My blood keeps flowing, and I'm only a woman. I can't compare with you men. If you stab me with another sword, I'll die." The woman argued through her tears.
"But I already have four swords in me. I'll bleed dry," the man hurriedly said.
"But I'm a woman, and didn't you say you wanted to protect me?" the woman said.
The man shook his head and said helplessly, "I've already protected you. Now, there are nine swords, and four of them are stuck in me. Isn't that enough to explain the situation?"
"But it hurts too much," the woman said.
"Don't worry. There are nine swords now, and four are stuck in me. Another two are stuck in you. That means only three are left." The man looked at her and hurriedly said, "Of the last three, you only need to bear two, and I'll bear the remaining one. That way, we can both survive."
"You should choose your own foot for this sword. That way, you'll bleed less."
"No, then I'll become a cripple," the woman said.
"There's no other way. It has to be like this," the man said.
"No, I really can't." The woman cried, looking at the man. "Darling, didn't you say you would protect me? You should bear all three of the remaining swords."
"No, I really can't. I'm already