"Enough!" Lance stepped out from among the soldiers, raised his hand to suppress the muzzle beside him, "Have you forgotten why you came here? Or have you suffered too little that it makes you dissatisfied?"
Lance walked alone towards the crowd.
"Three days, we stopped the invasion of the heretics, I led the Hamlet soldiers to fiercely battle for three days, holding the outpost and even driving the heretics out of the wilderness.
Among these people, some are injured from fighting the heretics but still insist on fighting, refusing to retreat from the front lines, some have fought for a day and night without rest.
We have paid the price in blood just to protect you, what have I done that is unworthy of you?
But what about you? You aim your guns at me? At the warriors who shed blood to protect you?"
