"Everyone, stop!"
Outside Hong Yan Valley, the rushing figures abruptly came to a halt as one soldier shouted at the top of his lungs.
At his shout, all the advancing figures stopped.
"General Zhi Yao willingly submitted to execution for our sake. Are we really just going to accept this calmly, without doing anything?" the soldier roared.
"Yang Shuo, then why don't you give everyone an idea? Those people are powerful—we're no match for them at all. The general did this to save our lives. If you don't have a good plan, then we should leave. If we go back only to fail to escape their pursuit, wouldn't the general have died for nothing?"
Another person shouted.
The speaker was Fan Zhong, while the one who had stopped everyone just now was Yang Shuo.
The two were both captains of Zhi Yao Camp and deeply valued by General Zhi Yao. Though they had argued fiercely with Fei Tong at Miss Bi'er's birthday banquet, they were in fact fiercely loyal, willing to disregard even life and death for their general.
"No matter what, we have to save the general! Even if we die, we won't hesitate! Otherwise... even if we survive, we'll be nothing but walking corpses, betraying ourselves and the general's kindness!"
Yang Shuo's gaze was filled with resolve.
If a true man had to die, then so be it. Between dying gloriously and living on with regrets, even the greatest fool knew which to choose.
"That's right! The general's kindness toward us is as weighty as a mountain. If we must die, then we'll all die together! When we reach the underworld, we can keep one another company. If we leave like this, wouldn't the general be lonely and desolate down below all by himself?"
Another person shouted.
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