"Xiao Yuan is dead. Everyone surrender, or be killed without mercy."
The old man's voice rang through the streets and alleys.
The civilians who had been fiercely exchanging fire with the Koreans a moment earlier instinctively looked toward Eight-Nine Prefecture.
If Little White Tiger was Chun Prefecture's faith, then Xiao Yuan was its spiritual totem.
She sat weakly in her chair, the front of her clothes completely soaked in blood.
Her life was visibly fading.
Che Feixian stared blankly at her master.
She had never expected her master to be so resolute.
"Does one's people really matter that much?"
"Yes." The old man tenderly cupped his disciple's face. "Child, your master has wronged you. Sleep. In your next life... be born into a powerful people."
"Kill!"
"None of you fucking get to live!"
"Sister Yuan is dead! I don't want to live either!"
"I'll fight you to the death!"
After a brief silence.
Countless frenzied roars erupted throughout Chun Prefecture City.
Clutching explosives, the civilians charged into the crowds of Koreans without hesitation.
They had thought killing Xiao Yuan would make the Chun Prefecture people back down.
They had never imagined.
Xiao Yuan was their courage to keep living.
Little White Tiger had disappeared, and Xiao Yuan was dead.
What the Koreans had killed was not Xiao Yuan, but their hope of staying alive.
Without Xiao Yuan to protect them, they would have to return to lives of displacement, to selling their sons and daughters.
"CNM!"
Covered in blood and filth, Youtiao Lao used his last breath of strength to charge into the courtyard, a Korean soldier clutched in each hand.
He looked across at the bloodless woman in the seat of honor.
With a heartbroken smile, he said, "Without Sister Yuan, who'll care whether we live or die? You're