In front of the military camp, soldiers gathered in layers upon layers.
Many stopped the Prince from killing Xie Jingchuan, but none helped him up.
Every soldier wore a face of anger.
They loathed war, and despised traitors even more!
Sixteen years ago, the Flying Tiger Army was annihilated, the tide of battle turned from victory to defeat, and how many soldiers died at the hands of the enemy?!
How many parents lost their sons, how many wives lost their husbands, how many children lost their fathers?!
Just for personal gain, to become someone of power, they disregarded the lives and deaths of others?!
They are human too.
Aren't they human as well?!
The soldiers were filled with righteous indignation, their anger soaring to the sky.
If they didn't need to keep Xie Jingchuan alive, these soldiers could have kicked him to death already.
Xie Jingchuan struggled on the ground several times but failed.
Prince NanAn, unable to bear it, waved his hand and said, "Hang him up!"
