"We're saved! We're saved! Sob..." A middle-aged man knelt on the ground. When he thought of his dead wife and children, he couldn't help but wail. His home was gone; what meaning was there in living? At this thought, the middle-aged man's eyes grew dull, and he lost all hope.
"Why are you crying? Don't you want to stand up, hunt down the foreign race, and take revenge?" a soldier from the Vermilion Bird Army roared.
Though his words seemed crude, they steadied the middle-aged man's emotions. His fists clenched, and his eyes turned bloodshot. "Yes! I want revenge! I want to kill the foreign race!"
There were many like him. All the rescued people harbored intense hatred for the foreign race!
However, many more were numb and incoherent.
"General, I heard that the Ghost Cat Tribe has set up dozens of similar holding pens. Please save them, General!" Next to Bai Qi, a young man knelt, kowtowing repeatedly as he pleaded.
