"Brother Xun, what do we do now? What should we do with this bastard?"
They had asked everything that needed asking, and everyone now knew the truth. But this unlucky bastard had seen their faces, so there was no way they could let him go. They might as well finish him off. Thus, when one of his companions asked this, he was really asking whether they should kill him.
"Don't rush. Let's wait until we've gotten the answers out of the other two. If they don't manage to get anything out of them, we can have this one tell them. Also, when you deal with them, don't use knives. Just strangle them with ropes until their necks break. Don't spill any blood, or we'll go back covered in it and easily get discovered." Brother Xun waved his hand and instructed the few people beside him.
No one objected to strangling the three unlucky bastards. Instead, it was Brother Xun's remark about going back that startled everyone.
They had killed soldiers from their own army here. Would anything go wrong when they returned? But seeing the confidence on Brother Xun's face, it seemed the problem should not be too serious. Besides, they had agreed from the beginning that they would not flee outright unless things reached a point of absolute desperation. Now that they knew the truth, their task was to lead everyone away from the war together.
It did not matter if some people were afraid or disagreed. As long as a few took the lead, that would be enough. Humans were social creatures, and their habits naturally made them follow the crowd. As long as they could lead all the militia away from the war, the others would surely not object.
Before long, low, muffled wails of agony came