"Xuanfeng, you look down on me? You want Old Han to be a deserter??" Han Tieshan was immediately displeased.
Wei Xuanfeng raised a hand and slapped him.
The blow was not heavy, but it rang out crisp and loud, leaving Han Tieshan stunned.
Then he cursed.
Han Tieshan covered his face, opened his mouth, but could not say a word.
"Old Han, do you think you're the kind of man who's afraid of death?"
"Of course I ain't!"
"Then do you think our generation alone can kill all these demons and monsters?"
Han Tieshan fell silent.
"We can't."
Wei Xuanfeng answered for him. "Kill a hundred today, and another two hundred will come tomorrow. How many of our generation will live to old age? But these children are different."
He looked back at the children huddled together and trembling in the distance. "They're young now. They can't fight. But they will grow up! Once they grow up, learn martial arts, and pick up blades, they'll be stronger than us. But only if... they live."
Han Tieshan lowered his head.
After a long while, he muttered.
"Old Wei, come back alive. When I get back, Old Han will treat you to a drink!"
He knew that Wei Xuanfeng's chance of returning alive was less than one in ten...
Wei Xuanfeng patted his shoulder. "If you can get all these children back safely, I'll treat you to a drink when we return!"
Han Tieshan bared his teeth, wanting to smile, but could not.
He turned to look at Jiao Xiaoxiao in Wei Xuanfeng's arms.
"Then should this little miss come with me too?"
At those words, Jiao Xiaoxiao immediately clung tighter to Wei Xuanfeng.
"Xiaoxiao, go with Big Brother Han. There'll be food on the road, and people to look after you..."