"Am I really just a sacrifice?"
Looking down at the brutal, blood-soaked battlefield below, the words of those two soldiers from the recent memory were piercingly harsh, as if they were slapping his aged face!
Previously, in a fit of rage, he had killed those two soldiers for three reasons. First, he couldn't accept the reality that his army of over three thousand, equipped with a mix of pre- and post-Apocalyptic weapons, could possibly withstand the Peace Party, bolstered by the resources from the Jinhai and Fu Hui Control Gates.
Having survived this long after the Apocalypse, including his mediocre life before it, he had finally risen to prominence. Before the Apocalypse, he had never thought about such things. After he had divided a portion of the Gao'er Control Gate Legion forces, he felt his spirits begin to rise.
