"Kill... them all?"
A chill welled up in Gong Cheng's heart.
Massacring cities and building Jingguan after battles weren't uncommon in war. He had thought that after weathering so many twists and turns, his heart had long since turned to iron, and nothing in this world could make him lose control of his emotions.
But he had overestimated himself.
The newcomer had swayed his heart with a single sentence.
The other man's eyes were calm and empty, without even a trace of mockery. "What else? War, in essence, comes down to four words: life, death, victory, defeat. If the enemy doesn't die or lose, then we'll be the ones who die without a place to be buried. Boy, you don't think this is a game of house, do you?"
Young people these days?
Hmph. Each generation was worse than the last.
If the boy had lived in their era, how could he be as hesitant and indecisive as Gong Cheng? Whether it was enemies or trenches, you just trampled them underfoot. He didn't know why his old friend, who had always been so decisive and ruthless, had chosen Gong Cheng. The kid was far too timid and wavering.
Gong Cheng replied firmly, "Of course not."
But the newcomer ignored his words and continued, "Before I came to see you, I learned a little about your past. You have no loyalty to the Northern Desert, yet you have no choice but to fight on its behalf."
Gong Cheng said, "And what if I do?"
A laugh slipped from the newcomer's throat, and he changed the subject. "I was born into a minor tribe in the Northern Desert. I left home to make a living and learn martial arts. When I returned, my father and mother were dead, and my wife had