"Kill!"
Crystalline light flickered in Jiang Chen's eyes as he rasped out a hoarse roar.
Every shout behind him marked another brother falling, falling in a way that meant he would never stand up again!
These brothers were all from the Vanguard Army, all meant to die on the battlefield. Now he was leading them to charge and break through, just to win a chance at freedom for some of them, a chance to survive.
Everyone understood this. No one would blame Jiang Chen. But Jiang Chen himself felt awful inside. No matter what they had done before, right now on this battlefield, they were his brothers!
Unfortunately, he couldn't change anything. The rules of this world weren't his to decide!
He knew clearly in his heart that every shout wasn't to make him remember them, but to thank him—thank him for giving them a chance to fight to their heart's content, thank him for giving them a chance to fight for themselves, and thank him for giving them hope of staying alive.
